On this day, His Majesty suddenly had a headache and did not go to the court.

Jing Nianfan went to the court alone, and ran to Wuyuan when he got off the court.

As soon as Jing Nianfan entered the back room, he saw his mother with her long hair scattered and leaning on the pillow quietly frosted with her ring, and her mother was thinking about her father again.

"Mother, are you better?" Jing Nianfan sat on the stool next to the bed.

Jing Yuzhao came back to his senses and smiled at Jing Nianfan. "Yes, my mother misses him." Jing Yuzhao stretched out his hand and tugged Jing Nianfan's hair. "Nian Fan, have you figured out how to treat Hua Shenjun?"

Jing Nian looked at her mother in disbelief, she knew everything. "Mother, do you know my thoughts?"

"Yes." Jing Yuzhao continued, "I won't accuse you, and I won't tell you what's right and what's wrong. I just want to tell you that you can go and get what you want. But you have to remember that you are the emperor, you need to shoulder the responsibility of the emperor, and you need to train a qualified heir for this country. ”

"Mother, I know." Jing Nianfan put his head on Jing Yuzhao's palm. "Mother, I have a hunch that you are going to leave me."

Jing Yuzhao's tears flowed down her eyes, yes, she was leaving him. "I've been tired all these years." She was so tired that she didn't want to live too long. She didn't understand Xu Ruoxue's feeling of seeing through the red dust a long time ago, but then she understood. She lives well but is also tired, the world is so beautiful, but she can only see half of the beauty, because her heart is no longer full of energy.

"I don't want to enter the imperial mausoleum, I want to fly to the sky freely." Jing Yuzhao handed a letter to Jing Nianfan. "The day after tomorrow is your father's death day, and I will pass the throne to you on that day, and after that, I will retire."

Jing Nianfan took the letter and saw that it was His Majesty's handwriting, writing: Jing Lin.

"Let's send it to Xinze." Jing Yuzhao sighed, she still missed him. Every year, Jinglin will send him a letter, but there is no word in the letter, and every time it is a peach wood hairpin. I don't have a word in my reply every year, just a flower.

"Mother, I should change how to treat King Jin." Jing Nianfan looked at Jing Yuzhao calmly.

Jing Yuzhao knew that in addition to Hua Shenjun's affairs, in other aspects, Jing Nianfan was a qualified emperor. "Jing Lin is dead, Jing Ye must return to Beijing, otherwise, Xinze will change." Self is an important factor that binds Jing Lin, once Jing Lin dies, Jing Ye is no longer under control. In such a good year, Jing Lin built Xinze so well, and his people's voice was so good over there that it made the emperor a little afraid. "But I miss the old love and surround Jing Ye's life."

Jing Nianfan understood. Before King Jin died, he needed to arrange, and once Jing Lin died, he had to be fully prepared to bring Jing Ye back to Xinze and replace him with his own people. If Jing Ye resists, he will destroy the Jin Palace, and finally give Jing Ye a breath.

"Mother, I understand."

Jing Yuzhao nodded with satisfaction. "I owe Zheng Yunge and I owe it to Burning Song." After Zheng Yunge died in the Medicine Valley half a year later, he went crazy. Later, Xiao Mo went to the Medicine Valley and said that Zheng Yunge didn't know what method to use, so he asked Yongge not to accompany him. After a long time, Jing Yuzhao understood that Zheng Yunge wanted to complete his master's mission and let the Burning Song Medicine Valley cultivate a descendant.

But Burning Ge was crazy and couldn't find an apprentice by himself, and later Xiao Mo sent an orphan to Burning Ge, and Burning Ge came to his senses and passed on what he had learned all his life to the heir. A year later, Burning Song committed suicide at Zheng Yunge's grave.

"I can't go to the Medicine Valley to worship, you have a chance to help me worship, remember to tell Yunge, just say I'm sorry for them." Jing Yuzhao's tears flowed down suddenly, she hoped that everyone would be like Hanyue and Jing Yanhua, but the ending was always different.

"Erchen remembered." Jing Nianfan himself is the pavilion master of Tianfeng Pavilion, so he still knows a little about these things.

"Go down, I will go to court the day after tomorrow, you are ready." Jing Yuzhao closed his eyes, and the old picture flashed in front of him, and his eyes were very sour.

"Mother, take a break." Jing Nianfan helped Jing Yuzhao lie down, and then covered Jing Yuzhao with a quilt.

The day after tomorrow is Gu Jue's death day. Everyone thought that the empress would still not go to court, but they didn't expect the empress to go to court unusually.

Jing Yuzhao sat on the dragon chair in a dragon robe and motioned for Xiao Dezi to recite the holy decree.

"Fengtian carries the emperor's edict and says......" Xiao Dezi read this edict word by word.

The ministers below were amazed. The empress is only thirty-two years old now, and she is still very young, so why did she directly abdicate and become the emperor. However, although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is young, he is very virtuous and is a qualified emperor.

Jing Yuzhao said loudly, "I have been in power for 12 years, and I have worked diligently for the country and the people. Now that the dynasty is stable and the people are happy, I am very comforted. Today's succession is complicated, and I hope you will create the next prosperous era with you. Jing Yuzhao stood up, looked at the ministers below, and then looked at the gate of Chaoyang Palace.

"Are you coming to pick me up?" Jing Yuzhao muttered softly, but Jing Nianfan next to him heard it. He looked at the door of the main hall and saw nothing.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah Jue is here to pick me up." Jing Yuzhao slowly walked down the steps and walked to the door step by step. The minister did not dare to come out and waited quietly.

The historian worked hard to write with dark circles under his eyes. A few days ago, His Majesty suddenly said that he wanted to complete what he said back then, and he wanted to tell everything he had done, and he stayed in the palace sleepless for several days to sort out His Majesty's life deeds. He is so excited that he will record the life of the next generation of empresses.

When Jing Yuzhao arrived at the door of the main hall, he suddenly stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight. "I'll go find you, but we won't necessarily meet." Jing Yuzhao walked down the steps and disappeared into the Chaoyang Palace.

Jing Nianfan looked at Jing Yuzhao's back and had a bad premonition. "The enthronement ceremony will be held in a few days, and the cabinet will take charge first and retire from the court." Jing Nianfan chased people out.

In the afternoon, Jing Yuzhao's carriage left the palace and went to the manor outside the capital.

At night, Jing Yuzhao lay in the sea of hibiscus flowers and looked at the bright moon in the sky. It's so lonely, she's leaving alone.

From the modern world to here, in this life, she is worth it. She has done a lot of things, she has been right to many people, and she is sorry for some people, and she has no regrets.

She was so tired that she didn't want to live anymore.

Gu Jue, you see, I have governed this dynasty very well, but I feel very lonely when you are not around. Jinglin, are you at the border? Remember our agreement, come to my grave and say goodbye to me, I have something to say to you, but I can't say it myself.

Jing Yuzhao closed his eyes quietly, looking serene.

Whether you love or hate, you will not forget or regret if you have experienced it.

But why do you still want to cry? A tear slipped from the corner of Jing Yuzhao's eye.

The first female emperor in history, the great Yong'an Emperor, died at the age of thirty-two at Chinese New Year's Eve.

Far away in Xinze, the handsome man with the jade crown and tied his hair turned over and rushed towards the capital.

"Yuzhao, wait for me, wait for me." Jing Lin held the letter in his hand and rushed to the capital with tears streaming down his face.

There are some things that cannot be said, because if they are spoken, they do not know what will happen.

Jing Yuzhao's life is already very exciting, even if it is not perfect, but she is already satisfied.