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In the square of the Xuan Temple, the ceremonial officials were already waiting there.

When he saw Yang Xin coming, he stepped forward and asked, "Did the National Teacher bring brown paper?" ”

"Nature."

The ceremonial officer's face was pale, "Can you show the lower official?" ”

"What is Lord Li anxious about? We'll find out later. ”

Then Master Li just looked at Yang Xin's bad face, thinking that it was a bad omen, so he wanted to take a look first, since Yang Xin didn't give it, he could only wait on the side.

After a while, the temple was full of people, and the bell rang at the hour, and the enthronement ceremony officially began.

And Yang Zheng paced lately and went straight to the dragon seat.

After the ceremonial officer finished reading the usual opening sentence, Yang Xin took out the brown paper.

It's red.

Yang Ming looked at Yang Xin, not surprised, not angry, but worried, because he saw the scar that Yang Xin hid under the collar, and stood very conspicuously when he stood close.

And Yang Xin also looked at him, she was very worried, but fortunately Yang Ming didn't move.

Seeing the result, the ceremonial officer was a little puzzled, but he was also relieved, and he rushed forward and shouted, "Ji !! One by one, the guards in the square passed on their voices.

The voice spread its wings and spread quickly to every corner.

All the people acted in heaven, and one by one they prostrated to the ground, shouting "Long live my emperor!! ”

The alarm bell rang three times, passing through the Xuan Temple, penetrating the palace walls, and finally dispersing in the crowd.

All the people, the ministers, the palace people, and the commoners, all knelt down, no matter where they were, at Yang Zheng's feet.

Yang Zheng shouted, "Zhongqing is flat!" ”

The alarm bell rang three more times.

Since then, Dongsheng has entered a new era, the first year of Yonghe.

Things seem to have an ending again, but Yang Xin knows that it doesn't.

When the prime minister died, Yang Zheng wanted to reduce him to a commoner, and wanted him to be charged with killing the monarch after his death.

Yang Xin went to intercede again, on the one hand, because of Yang Ming, on the other hand, because of the debt in her heart, Zhang Yingyu was also very pitiful.

Yang Zheng later agreed, retained the official position of prime minister, and asked people to send him back to his ancestral home for burial.

But the prime minister's family should be killed, and the distribution should be distributed, and there is still no one left.

As a result, the officials who had close contacts with the prime minister during his lifetime were still terrified these days, for fear that the emperor would hold on to the past and correct them on the spot.

And in this whole thing, the most difficult is Yang Ming. He is the prime minister's son-in-law, and the prime minister killed the monarch for him. Although he once said that he had no intention of seizing the throne, he was still controversial and lived in dire straits.

Yang Xin once wanted to write a letter to him, but he didn't know what to write after thinking about it. Should they comfort him in mourning or should they ask him what they should do? None of them seem to fit. Yang Xin didn't want to classify him in the prime minister's family, but he also knew that this was not the time for children to grow up.

Actually, her position is also awkward.

At the beginning of March, the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Yang Xin went to Yonggong Road again.

The peach trees she planted also bloomed, and bloomed better than anywhere else, but her mood was very gloomy, and she couldn't wait for an ending, or she didn't know what she wanted.

Yang Xin calculated the specific location of the gate of time and space, but she was very confused when she went home or stayed here.

Yang Xin sat in that courtyard all day.

In the end, she decided to wait, for a final verdict. Whether to go or stay, she decided to hand it over to Yang Ming, she is a coward or a selfish ghost.

But everyone seemed to have forgotten her.

When the new emperor ascended the throne, all the princes had to move out of the capital and serve in the fief, Yang Ming was naturally among them, he was cut off from the official position of general, and the fief was Linnan City, and Yang Xin was still her national teacher.

Yang Ming was leaving, but Yang Xin still didn't wait for his reply.

In April, Peach Blossom was about to thank her, but Yang Xin still didn't wait for a reply.

That's fine, no matter whether it's beautiful or not, everyone has an ending, but just when she was about to give up, things changed again.

On April 10th, Yang Xin met Zhang Yingyu, who he hadn't seen for a long time, on the street.

The two stood at the door of the restaurant, separated by a few steps.

Yang Xin's feelings for her are complicated, there is envy, pity, guilt, and of course, hatred, just when she is trying to harm herself in every possible way.

But now, Yang Xin is very calm, because she has made the decision to give up, and from now on, she will no longer owe anyone anything.

And Zhang Yingyu, she was very uncalm, rushed over at Yang Xin, and slapped her without saying a word.

Before Yang Xin could react, Zhang Yingyu pushed her to the ground again, and kept scolding, "You slut!" It's all you, your family is ruined, and I have nothing that you harmed······"

Wu Chong, the youngest son of Taiwei, heard the voice and came out of the dining room, and pulled Zhang Yingyu away, so that Yang Xin had the time to stand up.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and said, "I have suffered this slap, and I will not owe you anything from now on." If you spill again, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

"You're welcome?! What do you want? I'm going to be afraid of you if I have nothing?! ”

Yang Xin had nothing to say, she didn't want to argue with her like a shrew, and she really didn't have a chance to talk again.

Yang Ming jumped out of nowhere, pulled her out of the crowd and quickly left the crowd, but he was so lame that he wanted to fall down several times along the way.

Seeing this, Yang Xin pulled him into the incense shop, and then entered the tunnel, she had something important to say.

"Where have you been these days?"

"There's important things to do."

Yang Ming still didn't make it clear, but Yang Xin didn't want to wait anymore, and he didn't have the strength to ask, "No matter what you're busy with, but I beg you, don't put me in your plan." ”

Yang Ming panicked and held her face again, "Xin'er, do you blame me?" ”

Yang Xin hated this action very much now, and while breaking his hand, he said, "You let go of me first, let go of me." ”

"I won't let go!"

The words were loud, and the echo rang in the tunnel for a long time.

"I can't let it go, I don't want anything, I just want you, just you."

He was very excited, a little like crazy, which scared Yang's heart, and he didn't dare to struggle anymore, let alone say what he thought, so he could only follow Yang Ming and say, "Then what are we going to do?" What do you want to do? ”

Yang Ming was just afraid, afraid that Yang Xin would say something that would tear his heart up, but he felt that Yang Xin was trembling, and he knew that he was a little excited, so he lowered his voice and said, "I'll go to the fiefdom tomorrow, and you go with me." ”

"Then do I have to resign first?"

"No need, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Yang Xin finally waited for a reply, but somehow, she still couldn't be happy.

She couldn't lower her head, she could only hang her eyes, but Yang Ming could feel her movements and know her thoughts.

"You don't have to worry about Zhang Yingyu, Wu Chong will take care of her."

"Governor Wudu?"

"Hmm."

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