Chapter 1851

Jiang Yan, word Huiping.

According to the book of rites, women are waiting to be married.

It means that a woman can only get married when she is an adult. The word "hairpin" in the word "hairpin" means "getting married", which also refers to marriage to be employed.

Therefore, there is the word "waiting in the boudoir".

However, this meaning has other meanings since the first female emperor of the Jiang Dynasty ascended to the pole and the new prince completed the annual ceremony.

"No one will shout after taking it. Over time, I'm afraid no one will remember the word except history books."

The rite of passage procedure is very cumbersome. Rao Shijiang Yan's constitution is different from ordinary people. She was dug up from the dawn to prepare until the middle of the month. She is also a little tired. However, no matter how tired she was, she didn't complain. Today's ceremony was a little better.

Jiang Yan knew that from today on, her mother would retire slowly.

When she can really be independent and hold down the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, she will give way to the power of Zen.

From assisting the emperor's crown prince to the real emperor in power, their meanings and responsibilities are very different.

When Jiang Yan was very young, he knew the heavy responsibility on his shoulders and had long regarded it as a part of his life.

"But the minister saw that his highness looked slightly happy and obviously liked it."

In addition to Jiang Yan, there is a slightly older young man in the hall. The young man is still wearing unchanged imperial clothes and looks slightly weak.

Jiang Yan said with a smile, "naturally I like it. I heard this word, but my mother chose it after a long time of preparation and hesitation."

Who doesn't know that your majesty is a bitter hand?

In the early years, some unwitting ministers wanted to give a favor to the younger generation of the family, and had the courage to ask his majesty to give words to the younger generation... As a result

Every time it was a car accident.

No matter how many targets are set by others, your majesty can always choose the worst one.

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The word "Huiping" is also common, but the meaning is very simple and straightforward. It's not hard to read. I think your majesty really has a heart.

Jiang Yan rolled the sleeves of the youth's imperial dress with his fingers in boredom.

"A few days ago... Taifu told Gu about you. Don't you want to hear what he thinks of you?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Taifu... Know?"

He kept it from his parents. His father and mother always thought that they were close to his highness Chu Jun because they were highly valued. A few days ago, they kept talking about marriage in his ear, but they were all dismissed by the youth.

My mother said that my father was an old fox in troubled times.

The young man has been a little proud of hiding from his father Fengzhen. Unexpectedly, someone still found out.

This man is also your Highness's mentor.

Based on the clues found over the years, the youth also knew another identity of the other party.

Therefore, Weici's opinions have different meanings for him.

"I see. I object very much... What Gu said at that time was also a little heavy. I'm afraid it hurt his heart..."

The young man said, "care is chaos. Taifu also cares about his highness."

Jiang Yan said indifferently, "it's true, but some of the Taifu's words are still right. Fengyou, are you really willing?"

He asked, but his conversation with Taifu Weici appeared in his mind. [your highness, do you know the result of choosing Fengyou? Fengyou's posture, he must be an important official in the court in the future. How can he... He promised without authorization when he was young and frivolous, and what should he do in the future?]

[the great Fu is very attentive. Gu is the future master of the world. Do you have to be constrained by a man? It's enough to be happy with each other. What do Fengyou want to think? One day, if he really changes his mind, the guild will secretly reward him for his death. The royal secret, the dignity of the emperor, can't be tainted at all. Only dead people are tight lipped. Gu can make him go green, and he can be doomed to death The honor and disgrace are in Gu's hands. If he wants to make trouble, it depends on Gu Yun's permission.] Jiang Yan is conceited, but she is calmer than her mother in some things.

Wei Ci was stunned for a moment and asked, "is he willing?"

Jiang Yan was suspicious, [why not be reconciled? Later, he was the emperor's man. In front of him, he was the Fengjia Erlang. He was a powerful official who was loyal to the emperor. He gave up everything. If he got all this, he would also give up some things. For example, clan inheritance, normal marriage... If it's bad, he will give him a male heir and secretly take him back to attack the clan. Today's court can't accommodate so many willfulness.]

If her mother Jiang Pengji didn't correct Wei CI because of the situation, Jiang Yan didn't want to give Fengyou a place at all.

Not Fengyou can be someone else. She doesn't have to be such a person?

She is in love with Feng you. It is better to say that Feng you is her most familiar male of the same age than to say that she is happy with each other.

Not annoying, familiar with each other, she is also confident that she can control everything of Fengyou without playing off.

For Jiang Yan, who is full of political affairs, Fengyou is only the most labor-saving and worry-free choice.

The country, the court and the people are what she should care about. Men are just the necessary conditions for her to give birth to an heir.

If Fengyou didn't take the initiative to pierce the window paper, Jiang Yan also planned to let people go down privately to find a suitable target.

If you choose to do so, you'll probably kill it after you use it up.

Jiang Yan needs a man who can make her pregnant and give birth to high-quality children, not a man who takes care of her back house, let alone a hidden danger. However, Fengyou is the son of Fengzhen, an important official in the court. He is also one of the Tianjiao. He can't be killed after use, so he can only be kept for reuse.

[Feng you also agreed?]

Jiang Yan said, [he took the initiative to mention it to Gu. Gu thought this person was very knowledgeable and interesting. It's better for him to accompany him since he was a child. Anyway, he always wants to continue his children. Why don't you find someone who is pleasing to the eye, knowledgeable and can help? At least, Gu and he don't have to run in and understand each other.]

Wei CI sighed, "Feng you's ability to figure out people's hearts is better than his father's."

This is to understand Jiang Yan's idea and take the initiative to give in and sacrifice in exchange for goodwill.

[Gu likes to deal with smart people. Feng you is very knowledgeable and doesn't need to worry. There are too many intrigues in the court. It's rare for someone to be willing to be honest with him. This feeling is quite new.] Jiang Yan said faintly, [the Taifu doesn't have to worry about the loss of the orphan meeting. Feng you knows more about the orphan's mind. That's what the orphan allows him to see. He can't turn his palm.]

Facing Jiang Yan's inquiry, young Fengyou smiled, held her hand and stroked his face.

"With your highness, this is my lifelong obsession. Now it has finally come true. Why do you regret?"

His education was to give everything for the person in front of him, and Fengyou did the same.

But he also has his own selfishness. No one can have closer contact with her except himself.

Fengyou once thought he would be her exception. Until Jiang Yan revealed the idea of looking for "improved seeds", he knew he was wrong.

With the example of Wei Ci, Feng you also knows what risks he will face if he dares to like Chu Jun.

In Jiang Yan's eyes, "politics" is always a big room, so he can only be a virtuous and capable second room.

Want to go up?

After more than 20 years, she didn't have a chance until she became a Zen.

Even if the chance is slim, there is still a chance, isn't it?

Jiang Yan said, "then remember what you said today, otherwise - you will know the difference between loneliness and mother."

Mother won't kill Weici, but she will kill Fengyou.

Feng you respectfully said, "please remember."

Jiang Yan handled most of the government affairs accumulated today, which made people buy hot water to bathe and wash.

Come back and face Fengyou, "it's late at night. Let's settle down."

There was a trace of consternation at the bottom of Fengyou's eyes.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Yan seemed to emphasize it angrily.

"After today, I'm an adult. What can't I do?"

It's just a man sleeping. She can't do it as an imperial prince?

Feng you: "

Feng you, as the most trusted person of Chu Jun Jiang Yan, also had his own place to sleep in the palace.

However, today is different. The place where he sleeps is not the side hall where he usually lives, but the main courtyard of the main hall and the bed of Chu Jun.

The next day, Jiang Yan specially asked people to prepare red dates and tremella soup for breakfast.

She hates sweet and greasy food most, and red dates have been on her blacklist for a long time.

Suddenly I heard that your highness wanted to drink red dates and tremella soup, and the kitchen was a little confused.

"Jujube, replenish blood."

The female official who served him remembered that his highness had just passed two or three days.

But——

Your highness, your monthly blood volume is always very small. You usually leave in a day or two. Can't you drink red dates to replenish blood?

"I suddenly want to taste it. Why do you think so much?"

Unlike Jiang Yan's abhorrence of jujube, Fengyou likes it very much.

I tasted it yesterday. It seems that even his mouth has the taste of red jujube.

Jiang Yan suddenly didn't hate it very much. Instead, he wanted to try it in the morning, which made people bring red dates and tremella soup.

The taste was not as strong as yesterday's -- after drinking a bowl of red jujube and tremella soup, Jiang Yan had such an idea in his mind.

After the adult ceremony, Jiang Yan's busy days became more and more tense.

Nominally, she was still a prince, but her government affairs were no different from those of the emperor. Her mother instructed her more frequently.

"Mother's body is getting weaker and weaker."

Jiang Yan's mood was unspeakably complicated when she looked up to her mother when she was weak and sick.

Feng you whispered, "it is said... Your majesty privately ordered people to make a new Dragon Robe two months ago. The size is the same as your highness."

There was a rumor about the surrender from the day Jiang Yan became an adult. This is the signal for your majesty to test all his ministers.

Now even the Dragon Robe has begun to be made. Obviously, Zen is approaching.

Jiang Yan said, "my mother wants to meditate. All the ministers know this, but I'm afraid it won't be like my mother's wish."

She had expected that her mother would make a big move before the Zen throne to clear the last obstacles for her before reaching the pole, but she never thought it would be such a big "move". One day, two of Jiang Yan's three blood relatives died, and the other was half dead.

When she heard that the Taifu was forced by the rebellious officials to commit suicide in front of the hall, the whole person fell into an ice cellar, and the endless cold rushed to her brain from the bottom of her feet.

"Wei Cong!!!"

These two words seem to be squeezed out of the back slot.

Feng you saw the strong killing intention in her eyes.

"Your Highness, your majesty has called."

Feng you hung his head and didn't look directly at Jiang Yan's face.

He also knew that Jiang Yan didn't want anyone to see her expression at this time.

The hands in Jiang Yan's sleeves clenched into fists and stepped into the hall as stiff as a wooden man. A group of important officials knelt before the Dragon collapsed.

Your majesty is pale and tired.

She ordered Qi guanrang to be a deputy minister and read out the imperial edict that had been prepared long ago.

The imperial edicts were one after another, including not only those who held the Zen position and ordered Jiang Yan to ascend the pole, but also the disposal of disorderly officials and thieves, excluding Wei Cong.

Jiang Yan looked at Longtan's mother, and her sour eyes couldn't squeeze out half a drop of tears.

Mother calculated every step of the chess pieces and prepared a complete imperial edict, but the disposal of Wei Cong was oral.

Why?

Because she never thought that Wei Cong would be involved, let alone that Wei CI would die.

Mother, who has never been unfavourable, lost in a panic in the last game and really lost everything.

Wei Cong was punished to keep the imperial mausoleum for 12 years. He was not allowed to leave half a step if he was not satisfied with the time limit.

Twelve years is enough for Wei Cong to figure it out, and enough for Jiang Yan to put down his killing intention.

"My mother will die soon. Should I even calculate my daughter at this time?"

She just wants to kill Wei Cong. How's it going?

Once the person in front of her becomes the first emperor, who else in the world can stop her from trying to kill someone?

But the mother said, "I really killed you. It's you who regret it."

Jiang Yan said, "but he killed two relatives!"

Mother said with a bitter smile, "it's not his fault. Your father and I also have unshirkable responsibilities. We treat a lot as badly as you."

This is the first time Jiang Yan heard words like "I" and "your father" from his mother.

The moment I heard these two words, tears flowed out of my eyes like collapse.

"You really treated me badly, but you survived for the orphan!"

But how can people who have run out of oil and dry lamps live?

Before the sunrise, the death knell sounded, and Jiang Yan became a legitimate emperor under the support of all his ministers.

"Mother didn't wait for the sunrise of this day, nor did she wait for the opportunity to travel around the world with that person."

Jiang Yan endured thousands of emotions and ordered people to secretly deal with Wei Ci's funeral while handling his mother's funeral. As for Wei Cong -- she doesn't even want to hear these two words now -- few people know her envy, jealousy and unspeakable hatred for Wei Cong.

A farce took away two insiders.

The only one left to accompany her through the most difficult years.

It was not until the coffin carrying the mother's body entered the imperial mausoleum that the dust settled.

Outsiders thought there was only the body of his mother in the coffin, but Jiang Yan also put another one.

If someone digs Weici's grave at this time, they will find that the body in the coffin has disappeared, leaving only a set of imperial clothes.

"See?"

Before Jiang Yan left the imperial mausoleum and ordered people to put down the broken dragon stone, he whispered to Fengyou without a head.

Feng you replied, "I see."

"This is the end of amorous." Jiang Yan sneered, "for the emperor, why do you need so many unnecessary cumbersome feelings?"

Feng you looked at the main Tomb of the imperial mausoleum and sighed.

Although Weici's forewarning can make him avoid detours, it also increases many obstacles.

I thought he could stay in his Majesty's Zen position and kick out the "political affairs" position.

Now it seems that there is little hope.

The example of parents left a deep psychological shadow on your majesty. I don't know if you can let go in this life.

Twelve years later.

His majesty looked at his daughter who had been studying late into the night and let out a complicated sigh.

Feng you said, "Your Majesty went to see him today?"

For so many years, Feng you has been afraid to step on thunder and calls Wei cong "he".

Your majesty said, "see you, the old man is still alone. He is as simple as before. He hasn't made any progress for so many years..."

Feng you was stunned.

He was so familiar with his majesty that he knew that her tone of referring to Wei Cong was quite different from that of that year.

"I told him not to step into the capital all his life, but in the old love of the Taifu, if his children are promising, they will also give him a chance."

Feng you listened and said nothing.

His majesty added, "I quarreled with him once in my life. It's much more comfortable to say what I want to say."

She was jealous of her brother, but because of her status as a prince, she had to learn to restrain her real emotions.

After many years, seeing this blood relative again, she found that her jealousy seemed ridiculous.

Because——

She envied, envied and hated her brother, but she also deeply loved him. Her parents left her the only thought.

Young she certainly disdained to admit this, but middle-aged she felt there was nothing to say.

Feng you was not surprised to hear this.

Your majesty has several paintings in his study, including Wei Cong.

If she really wanted to see her brother again in her life, how many paintings could she keep in her eyes?

Another fourteen years later, Jiang Yan became a Buddhist.

Feng you sighed, "it's not easy. It's finally coming out."

Jiang Yan had been in power for several years longer than the emperor. He was glad that he was healthy, hairless and ill when he abdicated.

Civil and military affairs in the DPRK have already changed their faces.

When I first went to Jiangnan, I heard that there was a famous painter of the Jiang Dynasty living in seclusion here.

Jiang Yan and Feng you looked at each other from a distance.

Wei Cong inherited the Taifu's face and temperament. From a distance, it seemed that the man was reborn.

"Your Majesty won't go?"

Wei Cong took his wife all over the mountains and seas. He didn't know that someone sent by his sister was guarding him secretly.

Siblings are grandparents. Why can't you let go?

It's also good to sit down and remember the past.

Jiang Yan took back his sight, turned indifferently and said, "I don't want to see him."

Said this life no longer meet is not seen, she will not easily destroy promise.

She was relieved, but she didn't know how to get along with her brother. It's not good to think about it.

In the distance, the painter sitting in the pool Pavilion seemed to feel something. When he looked at it, he could only see two backs leaving.