The sky turned white, and Meng Yining sent Le Yi away. She recalled in her mind the words that Le Yi's deep and charming voice had said when they first met, and her face was as red as a guava. There was a peach glow under the skin, but the sky was gray and I couldn't see clearly.

Yangshang City has just woken up, and the common people are still reminiscing about yesterday's idle and boring things.

But inside the palace, in the barracks, and outside the city, everyone was staring at one person - Gu Chongwu.

When it was dawning, the princes and ministers were already wearing court clothes and entering the palace in an orderly manner. Outside the vermilion palace gate, the dance music class that had not slept all night had already begun to play, and flags made of colorful prayer flags fluttered in the wind. The guards were closely stationed at the gates of the palace, watching the people come and go majestically. The maid's door opened the windows of the main hall, and the light shone in. According to the ceremony, the soon-to-be-enthroned emperor needs to send officials to the shrine, mausoleum and other places to report.

At this time, Gu Chongwu was awakened by the beauty beside him, and he was ready to prepare for the most brilliant moment in the first half of his life.

According to tradition, Gu Chongwu needs to wear pure white filial piety clothes first, kneel three times and bow nine times to his father's spiritual throne, and tell the news of his imminent ascension. However, although his father has been dead for more than three months, he has not yet mourned because the position of the previous son has not been decided. He just waited in his own temple to get through this difficult hour. From the beginning, he didn't change into filial piety clothes, and he couldn't wait to put on the dragon robe that he thought about day and night.

The palace maid personally dressed him in a bright yellow robe, embroidered with the pattern of dragon flying auspicious clouds, and under the long hem are the mountains and rivers of Beiyang. There is also a day of moon shining at the neckline. This is the meaning of Zhao Hai, taking the meaning of the red sun on the head, stepping on the mountains and rivers, living with heaven and earth, and shining with the sun and the moon.

The dragon's eyes were specially selected from the black pearls that were paid tribute in the South China Sea that year, and they were shiny and round. The dragon's claws are taken from the feathers of the colorful orioles on the grassland, which are inlaid into the clothes one by one, and when viewed under the eyes, they are sparkling. Gu Chongwu stood in the hall with his head held high, his eyes were very different from before, and he felt that he was full of imperial energy.

"The hour has come. Isn't it time to go to the main hall and be worshiped by hundreds of officials? Gu Chongwu asked.

The minister in charge of the master of ceremonies on the side was a little uneasy, but he still told the truth: "The hour has not yet come, Your Majesty, please rest for a while." ”

"Why? Now what are we waiting for? He spoke with a childish air and dissatisfaction.

The master of ceremonies had a chill down his spine, and he replied to the young man who was about to become the king of Beiyang with some trepidation: "Forgive the minister, at this time, you should go to the palace of the queen mother to kneel three times and bow nine times." When he said this, he swallowed a mouthful of spit, fearing that the moody king would be angry and kill himself.

Gu Chongwu did chuckle in his heart when he heard this. He glanced sideways at the master of ceremonies coldly, but said nothing. If it weren't for someone who specially reminded him today, it would be hard for him to remember that his parents had passed away, and now this is his world alone. Gu Chongwu secretly felt cold in his heart, he missed Zhao Hai's love and concern for him, which no one could replace, but the sadness was swept with excitement for the future.

He was dressed roughly, looked around the quiet hall, and saw the affectionate beauty beside him. She is a little older than herself, but her appearance and figure are still outstanding. Between her eyebrows and eyes, there was a familiar aura, and even her body seemed to be ...... Gu Chongwu thought about it, he knew.

It is also the aroma of orchids.

"Drag it out, and kill it with a rod." He said without a word.

As soon as the master of ceremonies heard this, he pounced and was about to shout for mercy when he fell to the ground, but unfortunately he was blocked back by Gu Chongwu before he could open his mouth. "I didn't say you, you get up." He squinted at the master of ceremonies who was kneeling on the ground and shivering, and a glance pointed to the beauty in the room who had just been with him all night.

She stood beside her, her eyes surprised and overwhelmed, then turned to panic. She was a little incredible, after all, the two of them were still warming up just now, how could they turn their faces in a blink of an eye. A stunned smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said coquettishly in a slightly relaxed tone: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with the concubine?" Your Majesty, don't joke about your concubines again. She walked over and pulled Gu Chongwu's sleeve.

Gu Chongwu shook it hard, the beauty's shoulders trembled, her legs and feet were weak, and she fell directly to the ground. She looked up and saw that his dark, gloomy face was no longer as radiant as before. The beauty quickly kowtowed and apologized, although she didn't know what she had done wrong.

Gu Chongwu's eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't help but say questioning: "Pull it down." ”

A few guards hurried over and dragged the screaming beauty down. Her screams were drowned out by the sound of dancing music. The palace maid who served was expressionless, but she was also panicked in her heart. Why did the red man in front of him suddenly die in the past few days?

However, only Gu Chongwu knew the reason. He only knows the trait that he is attracted to by the beauty - the queen mother. She smiled, vaguely making him feel very similar to Zhao Hai. If Zhao Hai is alive, he can kiss me and me. Now that his mother has passed away, that face is always reminding himself that people cannot be resurrected after death. It's damn it.

His mother, who had been doting on him for many years, had died suddenly, leaving him at a loss for what to do, and he could only hide his irritability elsewhere, and fear absorbed all his emotions like a black hole. If it weren't for his uncle Zhao Yien, maybe he wouldn't be standing here so calmly today.

It was getting dark, and he should go to the main hall.

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