West Chu's Grand Preceptor Sun Xiji's chair was gone. This old man should be standing in front of the little girl in the West Chu Palace.
The Emperor didn't hate this old man. In several conversations, the Emperor admired the old man's profound knowledge. He even privately said that only the soil and water of West Chu could give the old man such a unique aura. Of course, it was only temporary. The old man also nodded in agreement. Even if this old man went to West Chu, the Emperor felt that even if the imperial army pacified Guangling Road in the future, as long as the old man was willing to live, the Liyang Dynasty should have the magnanimity to let him enjoy his old age.
The Emperor finally looked at the young man standing with his back to him. He was wearing a yellow robe.
It was his son, the Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan.
The Emperor wasn't dissatisfied with this son who had been regent for some time.
Just looking at him, he couldn't help but feel guilty for his eldest son, Zhao Wu. Therefore, he planned to marry the peerless Chen Yu to Zhao Wu at the border.
Leaping over the crown prince's head, the Emperor saw a dazzling empty seat.
Nearby was the provincial governor, Huan Wen, who had been standing there for some years. There was also the new head of the secretariat, Qi Yanglong.
On the other side was the great pillar of the country, Gu Jiantang, who had returned from the two Liao provinces.
Only one person was missing.
The Emperor subconsciously gripped the armrests of the dragon throne.
He went to the imperial prison, but he stood far away from it. He stood from late night to early morning, but he didn't go near to meet that person.
He was afraid, afraid that the purple-bearded and blue-eyed man would be battered and exhausted in prison. He was afraid that he would see the Grand Preceptor's soulless appearance.
But what he was truly afraid of was that this scholar, Zhang Julu, wouldn't be the least bit dispirited. He would only laugh and scold him, Zhao Dun, as a fatuous ruler!
The Emperor's lips trembled slightly as he quietly let go.
Almost at the same time, Song Tanglu said loudly, "If there's anything, please submit a memorial. If there's nothing, the court is dismissed!"
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In the bone-chilling night, a husband and wife walked hand in hand in the silent palace. They walked to the front of a majestic hall, and the man in high spirits turned around to help his wife tighten the knot in front of her chest. Then, he raised his head to look at the top of the hall. He pointed his finger and said softly with a smile, "Treat each other with sincerity, and share the autumn moon together. Congenial spirits, brothers sitting together in the spring breeze. This is the friendship between the late Emperor and Xu Xiao and Yang Taisui. "
The man leaned to the side and gently held his wife's hands. He lowered his head and helped her breathe a mouthful of hot air. Then he said, "'A real man should fly, how can a woman fall?!' These were the words that Zhao Heng blurted out in front of the late Emperor when he was seven years old. 'Little Brother wishes for four things to be well: Green Mountain, the library, the beauty, and Elder Brother.' This was what Zhao Yi, that big fat fellow, said. Therefore, the world belongs to me, the elder brother, but I'm willing to give him Guangling Dao. When Zhao Bing was young, he often claimed that he could hear the short sword by the bedside. However, the older he got, the more taciturn he became. I sent him to Nanjiang to fight Beimang. He has nothing to do with it. As for Zhao Ying and Zhao Sui, I've never had any feelings for them. However, since Zhao Ying died a worthy death, I won't be stingy. "
The man looked at his wife whose eyes were red and suddenly smiled, "I know, I'm just experiencing terminal lucidity. I don't have much time left."
His wife, the mother of the world, Empress Zhao Zhi, gently rested her head on his shoulder.
However, Zhao Dun, not the Emperor, stroked his wife's hair and said softly, "I don't have any regrets in this life. I just feel that I spent too little time with you. It's funny. Perhaps I spent more time dealing with those cabinet ministers and those memorials than I did with you. "
Zhao Zhi suddenly asked, "Do you still remember the trick we played back then? At that time, you were just a prince and I was a prince's wife. "
Zhao Dun laughed and took a step back. He solemnly bowed and said, "Long live Her Majesty the Empress."
Zhao Zhi also took a step back, "Long live His Majesty."
A moment later, Zhao Dun covered his mouth and coughed incessantly.
Zhao Zhi gently massaged his back.
After Zhao Dun recovered, he held her hand tightly, "Let's go."
Zhao Zhi made a sound of acknowledgment.
She said, "Your Majesty, do you know? I'm very happy to be able to marry you. I'm even happier to be able to grow old with you. "
"I know you've always felt that you're not good-looking enough, but in fact, you can't be any better looking. Look, you already have white hair, but I still can't get tired of looking at you. It's exactly the same as when I first saw you. I liked you so much that I won't dislike you for the rest of my life. "
"So you also know how to say these words of love."
"Haha … … of course I know how to say words of love. But in the past, I always thought that the best words of love in the world were to walk with you to this day and let you know that I like you more than love at first sight."
The woman whose hand was tightly held stopped walking and sobbed. She did not have the demeanor a woman should have as the mother of the world.
He also stopped walking and tried to reach out to wipe away her tears.
But in the end, he leaned towards her.
She hugged him. Even though there were still traces of tears, her gaze was unusually determined. She lowered her voice and said, "It's good that you're gone. You can finally rest in peace. I will help you look after this great country, help you look after Zhuan 'er sitting on the dragon throne … … "
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Just two years after entering Xiangfu, a great nightmare came.
At the beginning of spring in the Li Yang Dynasty, the entire country was dressed in mourning.
Cries could be heard everywhere in the enormous Great Peace City.
Then, a young man surnamed Zhao who had been a prince for more than twenty years and who had only worn the crown prince's robes for one year wore the unique clothing of the dynasty and ruled the world.
The young ruler of a country wore a brand new dragon robe that fit him perfectly.
He sat high on the chair.
When all the civil and military officials were kneeling, he expressionlessly looked into the distance like the previous emperors.
At this time, the Emperor should have raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Rise, my subjects." He didn't forget his etiquette.
But he was not in a hurry to speak.
He narrowed his eyes and admired the kneeling figures inside and outside the hall.
If he did not speak, no one could rise.
Because from now on, the Emperor of Li Yang was him, Zhao Zhuan!
He glanced in the northwest direction and the corners of his mouth rose imperceptibly.
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