Outside the city, it shook into the imperial capital, and the crowds in the capital were surging.

The willow branches on the riverside swayed in the wind, and pedestrians on the street often stopped to watch the lights.

No one sang songs on the flower boat on the riverside, but the guards of the flower boat have always been the royal family's personal guards.

Over the past thousand years, the flower boats have changed batch after batch, but there has never been a singer to play and sing.

There seemed to be an enchantment around the ship, and even the wind could not blow into the ship.

No one knows the reason for this, only that it seems to be a royal tradition for thousands of years.

It looks very dramatic, but the people of the city seem to have become accustomed to it......

A scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam looked at the strange scene suspiciously, turned his head to the person next to him and asked, "Why are these imperial guards guarding this shipbuilding?" ”

"Is there anything different about this ship?"

Next to the scholar was another person from the capital, he heard the scholar's question, turned his head to look at the ship, "Have you ever heard of a word?" ”

The scholar was puzzled, "What words?" ”

The scholars in the capital shook their heads with a smile, "Scholars in the world, go out of Jiangnan!" ”

The scholar frowned, as if he was a little resistant to this sentence.

He is not a scholar in Jiangnan, but this sentence seems to say that only scholars from Jiangnan are virtuous.

The scholars in the capital immediately laughed when they saw the scholar's bad face.

"That's not what you understand."

"It's to say that the scholars in the world are all because of the scholars who walked out of Jiangnan!"

Scholars in the world, none of them can compare to the scholar who came out of Jiangnan!

This time, the scholar understood.

He smiled bitterly, and glanced at his friend in the capital with some dissatisfaction, "You said it earlier." ”

"There should be no one in this world who is delusional to surpass the rumored person."

The man had been dead for a thousand years, but the world was still under the influence of that man's existence.

The 'Four Sentences of the Palace' has always been praised by scholars all over the world as the final aspiration of literati!

"But what does this have to do with this ship?" The scholar asked again.

The scholar in the capital obviously knew much more than outsiders, and he turned his head to look at the shipyard and bowed deeply to it.

"Because when the man died, he didn't even leave a ...... bones."

The common people felt his kindness and set up many immortal cards for him. And this shipbuilding was erected after the return of a piano fairy. ”

She said he actually likes to be lively.

"This is the easiest place to see the prosperity of the capital......"

In the short words, it seemed that the Qin Immortal's feelings for the dead man.

"Where's the Qin Fairy?" The scholar asked again.

The people of the capital sighed, "It is said that after that person's death, the strings of the Qin Immortal's natal piano were broken, and he never played the music again in his life. ”

"There is a rumor in the world that someone once said to her: A companion in white clothes is mistakenly for life! But she was willing to ......"

"Now I don't know where to go......"

The scholar looked at the shipyard and seemed to see the regret of the world.

A person has a heart pretending to be at home and in the world, but the Qin Xian who admires him can only look at his back, silently looking at his sky-high posture from a distance.

All the love of children has become everything they have to abandon for this world.

The scholar bowed deeply to the ship, which was not only to the departed person, but also to the infatuated Qin Fairy.

"It's poignant......"

The scholar in the capital sighed and turned his head to look at the troubled street, "Yes, but in this world, in addition to the reader, there are a few people who can remember him......"

From generation to generation, the white clothes were recorded in ancient books.

But how many people can remember what he looks like?

A thousand years is not long, but a thousand years is not short...... A thousand years is enough to erase too many landscapes.

The scholar was stunned for a long time, and then sighed.

"Let's go, spring is about to begin......"

The scholar in the capital nodded, and the two left.

The streets are still bustling, but they seem to have become more lively in recent days.

In the spring, there are many more literati and artists on the streets of the capital. Some are here to see the excitement, and some are here to pay homage to the miracles of the emperor's list.

The literati are more sentimental......

No one noticed, and one person looked at the flower boat on the riverside, sighed slightly, and then disappeared into the crowd......

......

In the palace in the court, a mighty and somewhat old Emperor Ying in a dragon robe sat on the dragon chair, and his expression of not being angry and dangerous revealed his transformation into a god.

The ministers of the hall stood in the hall, looking up at the emperor on the dragon throne.

Everyone could see Emperor Ying who was guarding the throne, and they could see that their emperor was very tired and tired.

The fatigue between the eyebrows can be felt by all the officials.

Emperor Ying looked at the ministers in the palace, and the attendants on the side shouted: "There is a book to play, and there is no book to retreat." ”

As the words landed, the official of the Ministry of Rites walked out and bowed to Emperor Ying, "The minister has a play." ”

Emperor Ying looked at this official of the Ministry of Rites and nodded.

The official of the Ministry of Rites immediately spoke: "At this time, everyone from all over the world has entered, and I ask Your Majesty to show me." ”

The question of the spring festival was often temporarily changed in previous years.

This year, the Ministry of Rites simply asked directly!

Emperor Ying took a deep breath, as if he remembered something, with a lingering sadness in his eyes, and shook his head a little tiredly.

"It's up to you to decide."

"Yes." The Ministry of Rites official stepped back again.

The hall fell silent again, and Emperor Ying took a deep breath and looked at the ministers, "Is there still a playbook?" ”

The ministers looked at each other, and then looked at an old minister who was old.

The old minister trembled and walked to the bottom of the emperor, and knelt down slightly in front of Emperor Ying, "The old minister still has this music!" ”

Emperor Ying looked at this old minister and seemed to know what this old minister wanted to say.

But when this old minister knelt down, all he said was the same thing......

Emperor Ying's brows furrowed slightly, but he still sighed, "Xu Qing, get up and speak." ”

The old minister shook his head, still kneeling in the hall, and said loudly to Emperor Ying.

"Emperor Jingyan has pacified the world for thousands of years, and His Majesty is sitting in charge of the common people and the people's livelihood is thriving."

"However, over the years, Your Majesty has never established a prince, so that the people of the world are uneasy......

"The establishment of the reserve is the policy of determining the people, and the old minister asks His Majesty to establish the reserve."

After the old minister finished speaking, the hall fell silent again.

Emperor Ying didn't speak for a long time, but just looked at His Royal Highness's old ministers with cold eyes......

The ministers also stood up one after another, shouting in unison, "Please Your Majesty to establish a prince!" ”

Emperor Ying looked at the ministers' 'forcing the palace' and sneered, "You let me establish a prince, then you say, who should I appoint as a prince?" ”

As everyone knows, Emperor Ying was the father of Emperor Jingyan thousands of years ago.

But after a princess born to him a thousand years ago, he had no children for a thousand years......

If you want to establish a prince, there is only that princess.

It's just that the princess has been missing all these years......

The old minister who knelt on the ground trembled and looked up at Emperor Ying, and said with a wry smile.

"None of the ministers are pedantic people, Your Majesty may recall the princess and make the princess the prince!"