The lights in the study were still on.

The saint has not rested yet, not because there are many folds piled up to be approved, but because he doesn't want to go to bed early.

It's not solid to sleep, and it's even more restless, who knows what kind of dreams will be waiting for him.

Those dreams, his unspeakable fear, made him tremble.

In particular, last night, Yan Qingzhen's words up to the red heart have been pressing on the heart of the saint.

Even if he "calmly" vetoed it on the spot, in the quiet of the night, the scenes in the dream would rush out and wrap him up.

I wanted to go to any concubine's palace to stay overnight, so there was a big living person by my side, but the saint was even more afraid of confiding in his dream and being peeped into his heart.

Therefore, last night he opened his eyes to the second watch, couldn't stop falling asleep, and finally woke up again......

That dream, Emperor Shunde hadn't had for many years, and he still remembered every struggle.

In the dream, he is already very old.

The mountains and rivers are turbulent, the people are struggling, all the people are scolding the faint king, scolding the sky for having no eyes, and the voices of tens of thousands of people resounded in his ears, shaking him all over.

Initially, he passed on the throne to Sun Rui and passed it on to his son who had been cultivated for decades, but his infamy did not disappear, people all over the world still scolded him, and the Sun family died.

Later, when he entered the dream again, he tried to give the throne to other people, Sun Qi, Sun Xuan, and Sun Miao......

Even without appearance and name, he still has no son without a shadow, what the twelfth son, the thirteenth son, and the fourteenth son......

The end result is still the same.

Only when it is passed on to Sun Zhen is the only difference.

He doesn't have to carry the infamy for a long time, and he won't be dug out of the imperial tomb decades later.

Before last night, when Emperor Shunde had that dream for the last time, a master appeared in the dream.

The man stood on the high mountain, looking like a fairy wind and bones, as if he would ascend to the sky in the next moment.

Emperor Shunde asked him: "If the Sun family wants to inherit the country, can it only be succeeded by Sun Zhen?" ”

Gao Daodao: "You build a heart-nourishing palace on top of the hundred-year-old peak incense, which is the answer." ”

Leaving this sentence, the master is gone, and this dream has not been dreamed of by the saint for several years.

He thought, the dream is gone, but the answer is already there.

The saint chose the West Mountain, and the West Mountain is the place where the incense was at its peak for a hundred years, but it collapsed before it was built.

Later, Sun Zhen told him about Nanling's concept of Quan'an.

It was a place to fall, but until then, the heyday of Quan'an was nowhere to be reached.

The right place, the right "Sun Zhen" mentioned it, how could the saint not listen?

This is his country, the Sun family's country!

Last night, the saint once again dreamed of a long-lost dream, and he saw the master again, but the other party didn't say anything, only the appearance of holding the dust, and there was a faint shadow of Yan Qingzhen.

Before the saint could see it clearly, Sun Rui's voice sounded again, repeating "thirty-three years", "thirty-four years", "thirty-five years" over and over again......

The Holy One was awakened alive by the sound of counting.

He was so scared that he didn't want to sleep even after a day.

On the side, Gonggong Han was worried about Shengshang's body, and seeing that he had been sitting motionless for so long, he finally couldn't help but speak: "The night is very heavy......

Hearing the sound of the saint, he pressed his eyebrows, looked at the paper spread out on the table, and then at the ink that was about to dry in the inkstone.

"The generation of the Jiang family should be the generation of 'inheritance', right?" The Holy One's voice was hoarse.

Han Gong said: "Yes." ”

The saint lifted the pen and didn't let Gonggong Han re-study the ink, so he wrote a word on the paper with sticky ink: "Take it and frame it." ”

With that, he dropped his pen and got up and went to the dormitory.

Gonggong Han hurriedly beckoned a little chamberlain, and hurriedly followed the saint by himself, only having time to glance at it.

The ink is too dry, the bristles are all forked, and it looks very unsmooth.

The next day, Jiang Shiyu took Jiang Muyuan into the imperial study and took the paper shaft from Han Gonggong.

Sheng Shangtou sat behind the big case, his face didn't look good, maybe he was too tired in the past few days, and his voice was hoarse.

"I picked more than half of the third watch, and then I picked a satisfactory one." Holy Word.

Jiang Shiyu opened it, and there was the word "You" on it, Jiang Muyuan stood on the side, and he also saw it.

The saint was not in a hurry, and said: "In the Book of Changes, it is written, 'Since the heavens, there is no disadvantage', my nephew and grandson, I am blessed, and there is only auspiciousness in life, and there is no disadvantage. ”

Jiang Shiyu held it in his hand and made a big gift with Jiang Muyuan to thank the saint for his name.

The father and son left the imperial study, one went out of the palace, and the other went to the Wenying Palace.

When he came to the fork in the road, Jiang Shiyu stopped his steps and said, "Jiang Chengyou, Brother You, your mother likes this name very much." ”

Jiang Muyuan smiled and said, "Yes, call it smooth." ”

No matter how superfluous it was, no one said.

Jiang Muyuan watched his father leave, and he knew what his father didn't say, because the two of them thought the same.

"Guan Cai is killed, King Zhou Gongyou."

After King Wu of Zhou died of illness, his two younger brothers, Uncle Guan and Uncle Cai, rebelled, and Duke Zhou assisted King Zhou Chengwang, the son of King Wu of Zhou, killed Uncle Guan, exiled Uncle Cai, and finally returned to the court after King Zhou Cheng became an adult.

Just looking at this layer, you may think that the saint already has a choice in his heart, and he chose Sun Miao, because Jiang Muyuan is too partial to Sun Xu.

The Holy Lord gave him the right to suppress other princes for Sun Miao, as long as he remembered that all this was for the sake of allowing the adult Sun Xu to succeed to the throne in the future.

But Jiang Muyuan knows the saint too well, in his past life and present life, he has guessed the knot in the saint's heart, how could Jiang Muyuan believe that the saint will bet the future on Sun Xu, who is now less than two years old?

The heart of the saint will always be Sun Zhen.

And the meaning of the Holy One is also clear.

He doesn't care what Jiang Muyuan thinks, no matter how Jiang Chengyou raises him in the future, he wants the three generations of the Jiang family to remember all the time, no matter who their family chooses, who they stand, and who they assist, this world will always be surnamed Sun!

This is the world of the Sun family, and the world of the heirs elected by Emperor Shunde.

The Jiang family follows the will of the saint, that is, "from the heavens, there is no disadvantage".

This is a reminder from the Holy Heavens, and a warning.

Jiang Muyuan walked into the Wenying Palace, Sun Qi and the others had to ask him about yesterday's washing, and asked his brother what his name was.

He said: "Chengyou, the Holy One said, 'Since God blesses, there is no disadvantage'. ”

Everyone praised it as a good name.

Jiang Muyuan followed with a smile, his eyes crossed over Sun Zhen, and the chill in his smile also flashed.

It is impossible for him to really fulfill the will of the saint, and this world must not fall into the hands of Sun Zhen.

His son, who is not blessed by heaven, is blessed by himself.

Isn't that why he lives again?

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