Seeing that there was not much panic on her face, King Jing felt bored. He sneered and raised his voice, "A country cannot be without a king for a day. According to my opinion, it is better to shorten the period of mourning to avoid peace."
The enthronement ceremony clashes."
The people in the palace below looked at each other, not knowing how to react.
He consciously grasped the direction of the wind and wanted to please King Jing, so he stepped forward and offered his hand. Nonuo should be the one.
Ruan Yuyi glanced at them coldly and said in a deep voice, "I'll see who dares!" She opened her mouth with a loud voice, her eyebrows were a bit sharp, and they were filled with cold pond water in the depth of winter.
The palace people who were just about to make a move unconsciously shuddered and fell silent.
Prince Jing's applause suddenly sounded in the hall, "Okay. In that case, I'll just spend more time with the emperor." He smiled leisurely, as if everything was under his control.
Someone from the palace bowed his head and sent him out the door.
The cold wind stirred up the white silk and fluttered wildly, like a monster's teeth and claws. In the next moment, Weiwei Imperial City, including the people and the palace, would be swallowed into its belly. Ruan Yuyi stood there for a long time, and suddenly moved forward to step forward.
A eunuch inside who could speak more hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, what are you doing..."
With just a sideways glance, the eunuch shut up and took a step back to get out of the way.
In her impression, Jiang Huaiyang had always had a plan. She heard that when he was a prince, he had repeatedly made military exploits. He had not lost his life in so many battles in the past. If it was true as Prince Jing said, it was with the enemy general.
It is really strange to lose in the confrontation.
She would rather believe that he had used some trick to deliberately force King Jing to reveal his ambition, just like the trick he had used on the Queen Mother.
Ruan Yuyi approached slowly, each step being steady and heavy, her skirt swaying slightly, and the ring around her waist making a ringing sound. At this time, no one said anything to disturb her.
She glanced hastily into the coffin.
She felt the world spin before her eyes, a layer of mixture shrouded her, and she staggered back.
Muxiang hurriedly came forward to help her and called anxiously: "Miss!"
She let out a heavy breath, her eyes were so astringent. She rubbed her forehead with her fingers and said, "Everyone should take care of their immediate affairs. If there is any slack or mistakes, I will only ask."
Perhaps due to physical discomfort, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her face was so pale that even rouge could not hide it, making her look fragile and unmistakable.
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When Ruan Yuyi walked out of the hall, his appearance was still in front of him. He closed his eyes and the blood on his lips was gone. Even though he was changed into clean plain clothes, blood still oozed from his chest and dried up again.
On clothes.
Lifeless.
She couldn't bear to watch any more.
Thinking back carefully, she seemed to have never seen that person like this before.
Even when they met robbers on the road and fell off a cliff, he made countless wounds on dead branches, but his arms were still broad and strong, and his eyes were still dark and bottomless.
She gathered up the cloak that Mu Xiang put on her and walked towards the Yangxin Hall - she had to get some things.
The sky is gray and the snow is falling freely. I don’t know how much fun it is to play in the snow.
The footprints on the snow were quickly covered up, and the wind made her clothes rustle. She was like a hibiscus that had been left alone until late winter. It was clearly swaying due to the wind, and was still trying to grow roots and scrape the ground.
Arriving in front of the main hall, she slowly walked up to Taiji, but two guards stopped her, "My Lady, no one is allowed to enter without permission. This is a long-established rule."
Ruan Yuyi sneered, "When have you ever seen His Majesty block me and not allow me to enter?"
She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice, with some sarcasm in her tone, "Or is it that someone is so eager to ascend the throne that you don't even regard him as your king?"
"This - I didn't mean that, little one."
No one dared to take off the tall hat. The guards looked stiff, looked at each other, put down their spears and stepped aside.
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There were no lights in the hall, it was a bit dark and empty. Only the cold wind howling outside could be heard, and there was a sense of emptiness everywhere.
She walked to the desks where he usually reviewed memorials. She rummaged through them and asked, "Muxiang, please help me check if there are any pink wax papers in the palace."
Mu Xiang was stunned and said, "Miss, are you trying to -" fake an imperial edict. The pink wax paper is the paper used to write imperial edicts.
She nodded slightly.
Although King Jing was capable of governing the country, he was short of temperament. There was no guarantee that he would not implement harsh government for his own selfish desires. Rather than letting the power fall into his hands, he might as well hand it over to King Yu who was currently in charge of the imperial power.
The two of them rummaged around for a long time, and fortunately, they quickly found it in a drawer.
Ruan Yuyi carefully considered the items on the table and hid the other items in her wide sleeves, holding them under her arms. At first glance, they looked just like ordinary items.
It was too risky to create nature directly in the palace, so she returned to Chang'an Palace first with the wood incense, then dismissed everyone, and waited on the pen and ink with the wood incense.
When she picked up the pen dipped in ink and placed the pen tip on the paper, it suddenly stopped.
Even though she didn't want to admit it, after all, something dripped onto the paper faster than ink.
Scenes of scenes from the past when they got along flashed back in her mind. The two of them shared a chopstick; the river of lanterns on the stream connecting to the Huxin Pavilion; the tender words he whispered in her ear...
She took a breath and forced herself to cheer up. However, she should try to avoid mistakes in this matter, so she could only change another piece of paper.
Jiang Huaiyang never avoided her when he was reviewing memorials. She just stood guarding a plate of snacks, lying next to the table and watching him start and finish writing.
At this time, he would look sideways and ask, "Can I teach you my handwriting?"
She raised her eyes and looked at him, raised the corners of her mouth with some pride, took the pen from his hand, and found a clean paper. She wrote a few words smoothly, and her handwriting was as good as his.
She heard him chuckle softly and praise her sincerely.
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Ruan Yuyi picked up the pen and considered the words. Probably because she needed to be careful, when she wrote the last stroke, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
She finally put down her pen and breathed a sigh of relief.
I waved the paper in the air for a few times. When I saw it was completely dry, I folded it carefully and put it into the wooden box, and put it away with the fragrance of wood.
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The next day, it was time for the palace concubine and the servants to weep. Ruan Yuyi was distracted by some trivial matters and left half an hour later. Unexpectedly, only Rong Bin and Bai Hua with a pale face in the corner were in the hall.
She didn't say anything and accepted the courtesy from everyone. Then someone from the palace came and arranged a cushion. She straightened her skirt slowly and knelt down on the cushion. She looked completely different from yesterday when she was trembling with her hands as she prepared the decree.
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The palace attendant who was responsible for crying souls was sobbing softly, but her eyes were extremely dry.
After about a cup of tea, Yan Baolin and others arrived one after another.
As soon as Yan Baolin came in, he covered his mouth and said in a high-pitched voice, "I wonder if your Majesty has ever heard of the saying, 'A cat cries like a mouse'?" She seemed to be amused by herself, and started giggling before she could finish her sentence.
Everyone present felt their hearts tremble, and couldn't help but think that the Yan Baolin of today is quite similar to the beautiful Li of the past.