Zhao Yingluo glanced at him coldly and did not speak.

Although there was also a trace of unbearability in her heart, there was more anger and disappointment.

She knew that Zhao Gou's ambition and greed were the root cause of all this, and if it weren't for him repeatedly challenging his bottom line, things wouldn't have developed to this point.

The atmosphere in the court became heavy again. The ministers stood there silently, as if waiting for something.

Zhao Yingluo knew the worries and uneasiness in their hearts, so she waved her hand lightly and said, "Zhuqing, calm down!" Today's matter is over, and this palace hopes that the Great Song Dynasty can usher in a new beginning. ”

As soon as her words fell, a tsunami-like cheer rang out from the court: "Long live the princess!" Long live the Great Song! These cheers were deafening and soared into the sky, as if they were about to shake the whole palace.

Zhao Yingluo stood there quietly, looking at the excited appearance of the ministers, and couldn't help but feel a warm current in her heart. She knows that she has a great responsibility, but she also believes that as long as the ministers are united and the people live and work in peace and contentment, the Great Song Dynasty will definitely be able to usher in a better future.

Zhao Gou was demoted to the queen of Yue, and left Kaifeng to go to Yongzhou to become a vassal.

On the way, he looked back at the bustling city that once belonged to him, and gradually faded away until he disappeared from sight.

His heart was full of remorse and unwillingness, but he was powerless, and he knew that he was to blame for all this, and he couldn't blame others. He also knew that his imperial sister had done her best to herself, if it weren't for her thinking that she had saved the Great Song Dynasty, I am afraid that she would have been in a different place long ago.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "I knew why I had to be here today!" ”

However, the world is like a dream, life is like a play, and everything is irretrievable.

He could only embark on the journey to Yongzhou with endless regrets and remorse to start his new life.

On the second day, the morning light was faint, and the glow was like a splendid tapestry, covering the sky.

The palace is splendid and magnificent under the reflection of the rising sun.

Above the court, the solemn atmosphere permeates every corner, and the newly added carved phoenix chair next to the dragon chair shines in the morning light, which is particularly eye-catching.

As a deep and melodious bell rang, Zhao Yingluo wore a crown dress and slowly walked out of the side door of the main hall.

Her tiara was ornate and solemn, with an elaborate phoenix embroidered on it, symbolizing her noble status and supreme power.

Her steps are steady and powerful, each step as if she is stepping on the clouds, light and majestic.

She had a faint smile on her face and a look of determination and determination in her eyes, as if she was ready for any challenge.

As her steps got closer and closer, the courtiers above the court held their breath and stared at her intently.

When Zhao Yingluo finally walked to the throne, she slowly turned around and sat elegantly on the phoenix chair.

She sits dignified and elegant, towering as a mountain, exuding an invisible majesty and power.

At this moment, the entire court seemed to be still, and only Zhao Yingluo's figure shone in the morning light.

Her crown fluttered gently in the breeze, and the phoenix pattern on it seemed to flutter its wings and soar, enveloping the entire court under her majesty.

Afterwards, the ministers knelt on the ground in unison and performed three kneels and nine bows.

Their movements are uniform, as if they have been trained to be skillful and natural.

Every kowtow represents their loyalty and support for Zhao Yingluo; Every shout made Zhao Yingluo feel the heavy responsibility and expectation on her shoulders.

"Nine thousand years old!" The ministers chanted, and the sound was deafening, echoing in every corner of the court.

This shout represents that the future of the Great Song Dynasty is full of hope and confidence; This shout also represents the official opening of Zhao Yingluo's era.

Zhao Yingluo sat on the phoenix chair and looked down at the ministers who knelt on the ground.

Her heart was filled with excitement and pride, but she knew that this was just the beginning and that the real challenges were yet to come.

After accepting the courtiers' bows, Zhao Yingluo sat on the phoenix chair, and her eyes swept majestically over His Royal Highness's ministers.

She took a deep breath and spoke slowly, her voice crisp and firm: "Wang Shouen, spread the will of Lonely." From today onwards, the yuan will be changed to 'heaven', showing the world that a new dynasty has been established and Vientiane has been renewed. ”

When Wang Shouen heard this, he immediately bowed down to receive the order, turned to face the ministers, and read Zhao Yingluo's will loudly.

His voice was loud and powerful, echoing above the court, so that everyone could hear it clearly.

As Wang Shouen's reading fell, there was silence in the court.

The ministers looked at each other, and an inexplicable emotion surged in their hearts.

They know that from today onwards, the Great Song Dynasty will usher in a new era, an era that belongs to Zhao Yingluo.

Zhao Yingluo didn't give the ministers much time to digest, and she immediately announced the decision to dispose of the Wenchen generals who were originally loyal to Zhao Gou.

Her voice was cold and decisive, like a sharp sword aimed at the hearts of those people.

"Gu Nian has served the imperial court in the past, and he will not be severely punished today." Zhao Yingluo said, her eyes swept over the faces of those people one by one, "But since you can no longer stay in the court, I will give you some grace." Some of you have been relegated to local posts and continue to serve Lonely; As for the others, they will be dismissed from office and will go home. ”

Hearing Zhao Yingluo's decision, those people suddenly turned pale, as if they had lost all their strength.

They know that their fate can no longer be changed, and they can only silently accept this cruel reality.

Among this group of people, Du Chong's fate is relatively good. Although he was demoted to Renzhizhou, Jiangzhou, he at least retained some official positions and face.

When he heard the result of his disposition, he barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and thanked Zhao Yingluo: "Thank you, Lord Longen." ”

Zhao Yingluo nodded slightly, expressing her recognition of Du Chong.

She knew that although Du Chong did not participate in the murder of herself, his power in the court should not be underestimated.

Degrading him to Jiangzhou can not only weaken his influence in the court, but also establish a magnanimous image for himself.

Time flies, and another year passes. In the second year of heaven's grant, that is, in 1135 A.D., the spring breeze was warm and everything recovered. Zhao Yingluo has completely stabilized the court situation, she handed over the major affairs of the court and politics to Lu Yihao and other old ministers with confidence, and she took Chun Tao, Lu Pothos and Wen Boyuan and others, traveled lightly and went to Hangzhou.

Along the way, the spring is bright, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the wheat waves are rolling in the fields, a scene full of vitality. Zhao Yingluo was in a good mood, she lifted the curtain and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, her heart was full of expectation and joy. It's been a long time since she's traveled so relaxed, and it feels like she's back in girlhood.

Chun Tao and Lu Pothos were also excited, and the two of them chatted while curiously looking at the scenery outside the window. Wen Boyuan sat quietly on the side, his eyes deep and distant, as if he was thinking about some important issue.