At the beginning of February, it was mid-spring. On the outskirts of the capital, the trees have new leaves, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. On the official road from northwest Beijing to central Beijing, there is an endless stream of messengers.

The sound of horses' hooves has been intense since the morning. The news in the Daming Palace continues to spread to all parts of Beijing.

Among them, the news that the courtiers are most concerned about is naturally the ownership of the throne: the crown prince Ning Yan is in front of the Yongxing Son of Heaven, and Jia Huan leads hundreds of officials to support him! Era name: Zhiping. The temple number of the Son of Heaven in Yongxing is: Xianzong.

Empress Zhen is the queen mother, and the queen mother Jia Yuanchun is the queen mother. Civil and military officials have their own rewards. The rebels who participated in the coup d'état in Daming Palace were all beheaded by Jia Huan outside the side hall of the Qinzheng Palace. The only exception is Ning Ke, the king of Shu.

A team of Jinyi guards were on Jia Huan's order to raid the mansions of the rebels in the former outer capital. According to the law of the Great Zhou, rebellion, and the three clans!

One order after another was issued, and the center of the Zhou Dynasty resumed operation after an interruption of about a day!

For the mourning of the Son of Heaven of Yongxing, stop the Lingqian Palace. All yamen, all parts of the world, inform the new emperor to ascend the throne! designated Cai Yi, a scholar of Hanlin, to write the edict; Pardon the soldiers of the infantry battalion, clear the henchmen of the city waiting, and compensate the soldiers of the Beijing camp and the guard in front of the palace. Then the Shaofu will pay one million yuan in silver to reward the three armies!

From morning to four o'clock in the afternoon, these things were under Jia Huan's control and carried out in an orderly manner. The panicked hearts of the people in Beijing quickly settled down.

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Towards evening, the red sunset burns brightly on the edge of the sky, and the clouds take on various shapes. The temperature between heaven and earth gradually dropped, and it was slightly cooler.

The Qianqing Palace was bathed in the setting sun, and the eunuchs, palace maids, brocade guards, and courtiers came and went. There are ministers who worship the Son of Heaven and later meet Jia Huan. There are also personnel who need to report to the hub for various matters.

"Regarding the funeral of the Son of Heaven and the cost of the enthronement of the Son of Heaven, you go to make a plan! Then report it to me. Jia Huan sent away the household servant Wei Kang, picked up the tea bowl on the desk, and took a sip gently.

At this moment, the core figures of the South Study, the Military Aircraft Department, and the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies are all here. It constituted the center of the Zhou Empire. There are: Zeng Jin, Yin Peng, Cai Yi, Ji Cheng, Wei Yuanzhi, King Beijing, and Shen Cheng, King of Xincheng.

King Beijing smiled and said, "This slippery head! "Wei Kang, as the head of the household, did not rush to Daming Palace as soon as possible last night. Avoided the big picture of last night's coup. It's a wall-riding move.

In the exquisite, luxurious south study, a few echoed chuckles rang out. The ministers sat down behind the long case in the study.

This is not excessive. They all know the relationship between Jia Huan and the Wei family. Moreover, now that the Guardian is still alive, it is enough to protect Weikang.

Jia Huan didn't speak.

Back then, he met Wei Kang for the first time. Weikang's characters are outstanding, clear and handsome, and his words are like a spring breeze. Very relatable. It's like a first-class character in Zaisuke. However, at this time, it may not be. Wei Zhenbai lacks a political stance.

At this point, the big picture is decided. Everyone chatted a few words, and Jia Huan arranged: "Dinner time is approaching, all the princes are tired for a day and a night, so let's do it today." There is Lao Zengzhongtang on duty in the palace tonight. ”

Zeng Jin should come down, "It's a matter of duty." "I felt a little embarrassed. Originally, what Jia Huan is doing now should be done by him! He is the foreman of the Military Aircraft Department. And he is the minister of Yongxing Tianzi Tuogu. But he was unable to suppress the coup d'état, and his prestige plummeted.

Jia Huan nodded, left the south study, and went to the main hall of the Qianqing Palace to take a look at his student: Ning Xi. He will also visit his eldest sister Jia Yuanchun, who is revered as the Empress Dowager.

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Jia Huan traveled all the way, and from time to time officials and eunuchs saluted him. He responded politely one by one.

The light in the Qianqing Palace is slightly dim, and there are white flags and white lanterns in the eyes. The smell of incense candles pervades the air. In the middle of the palace, under the throne, listening to the coffin of Ning Xi, the son of Yongxing.

Ning Cheng, the king of Yue, as a representative of the royal family, presided over the sacrifice. Hu Xuan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and Ning Ru, the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, are here to help. Ning Xiao accompanied the depressed Queen Zhen, and Ning Yan, the son of peace at a loss.

In the evening, the number of officials who came to worship gradually became scarce. Jia Huan stepped forward with a solemn face, put a stick of incense on Ning Xi, and then talked to Ning Xiao, Queen Zhen, Ning Yan, and Ning Cheng in the small hall behind the Qianqing Palace.

At this time, the sunset disappears completely. In the dim light, in the small hall with carved beams and paintings, all kinds of utensils, furniture, and cultural toys seem to be covered with a faint veil.

Jia Huan sat in the chair on the left, looked around at a few people, sighed softly, and said, "Alas, Ziwen died of illness at a young age, and I am responsible." Don't blame him for pampering the young beauty! He is not a machine, he is a person after all. ”

He and Ning Xiao didn't go all out to stop Ning Xi from pampering the young beauty. Zi said: Advice and good way, do not stop, do not humiliate yourself!

Ning Xi, as the Son of Heaven, is the biggest hole card of a huge political group! According to everyone's expectations: he should be the emperor well and live as long as possible, which is a duty for him.

However, Ning Xi is not a wooden person after all, he has his own preferences, ideas, and pampered beauties who want to protect her.

Emperors, too, are people.

At this moment in Jia Huan's heart, he did not resent his disciple for not being self-disciplined, and fell into a gentle township, angry at him! His mood was one of grief and sorrow. Even if he will be beheaded on the spot, will this wake up his students?

No!

Before Ning Xi, the son of Yongxing Tianzi, was dying, he thought: Will Mr. blame him. He's sorry for Mr. all these years of cultivation, high hopes!

Jia Huan's answer: No blame.

Ziwen, go all the way!

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The night of mid-spring is cold and cold. In the night sky, a bright moon hangs high, and a few stars are faint. The moon shines like water, sprinkled in the exquisite palaces in the imperial city.

After dinner, Jia Huan came out of Shoukang Palace. Yuan Chun's personal palace maid Huqin and the great eunuch Li Wei were sent out all the way.

Jia Huan left the imperial city from the Xihua Gate, took his entourage, and personally guarded to the Yingchun Pavilion on the west bank of the Taiye Pond in Xiyuan. Riding on the horse, thinking about the situation when he saw his eldest sister Yuan Chun just now, Jia Huan's sad mood in his heart improved slightly.

Yuan Chun also mourned the death of Ning Xi, the son of Yongxing Heaven. In the past ten years, the Son of Heaven has gotten along with her very well. Fortunately, she is now worshipping Buddha in the palace, cultivating herself, and her body is fine, and she persuaded him a few words.

The big sister is in good health, which makes him happy. The old things of the old people have passed away!

Xiyuan Yingchun Pavilion here, is the station of Shaofu. Jia Huan's entourage and guards all stayed in the front yard of Yingchun Pavilion, and Jia Huan, under the leadership of Zi'er, ascended to the second floor of the small building near the lake. By the lake, the sound of insects chirping in spring is like a symphony in this lonely night.

The lake is like a flat surface, reflecting the moonlight, a small building. The moonlight in the small building reflected Ning Xiao.

Hearing the footsteps going upstairs, Ning Xiao, who was admiring the moon in the corridor of the small building, turned around. She was dressed in a light white palace dress and had a slender figure. White greasy goose egg face, big and bright phoenix eyes, straight nose bridge, bright eyes and bright teeth!

The maid Ji Wan'er stood at the door of the corridor. Wearing a pink embroidered cardigan. A beautiful, charming electric eye beauty. She was beside Ning Xiao, just like that.

Since the sixth year of Yongxing, Ning Xiao went south to Jinling on behalf of the Son of Heaven, and since the two met, this is the meeting five years later! She's still captivating!

Jia Huan stood at the top of the stairs and looked at Ning Xiao. The soft moonlight fell on her jade face, and the white dress added to her beautiful and unparalleled demeanor. The tenderness in my heart swells up!

Today, in front of everyone, he has been restrained. At this time, I only want to see it in private. "Xiao'er!"

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are watching you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams!

On Ning Xiao's delicate and bright face, a smile appeared, and at the corner of her mouth, slowly rippled. She walked quickly to Jia Huan, hugged each other, and said softly, "Jia Lang." "Look up again, tears on your face!

This morning, if Jia Huan hadn't arrived in time, I was afraid that it would be life and death. A strong longing flows in the bottom of my heart.

Jia Huan hugged Ning Xiao tightly. During the Yongxing period, this eldest princess, who controlled a quarter of the political power in the court, and in the eyes of Manchu officials, was strong, well-versed in righteousness, and acted magnificently, at this moment, she was just a delicate woman!

Time flows quietly.

Ji Wan'er looked at the two people hugging each other, her pretty face was slightly red, and she reminded: "Princess, third master, you can use wine and food." ”

After a while, the maids brought exquisite and delicious wine and food, and quietly retreated.

Jia Huan and Ning Xiao sat next to each other at the small round table, recounting the situation after parting. The moonlight poured in.

"Jia Lang, please!" Ning Xiaosu held the pot in her hand and poured wine for Jia Huan, with beautiful Danfeng eyes, staring at Jia Huan all the time, her eyes were flowing and her tenderness was infinite.

Jia Huan held her hand and said softly, "Xiao'er..."

Ning Xiao's sixteen-year-old appearance is different from when she was eighteen, different from when she was twenty-two, and different from when she was thirty years old at the moment. And he had the privilege of watching her grow, mature, and change beautifully.

Time passes and never returns, the past can only be recalled!

Jia Huan chanted softly: "After reading the bitterness of parting at the end of the world, I don't return, and the flowers are as promised." The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window spring and the sky were silent. Tell the lovesick lamp, a wisp of new love, and a thousand wisps of old hatred. The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a flowery tree. ”

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