Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

In the bedroom full of soothing incense, the light in the pair of sharp pupils dimmed little by little, and finally went out.

For a whole stick of incense, only low sobbing could be heard in the bedroom.

During this period, Yuan Jia at the door came in once, and also burst into tears, twisting the quilt for the last time for the emperor. This old minister never imagined that after following his master for so many years, he would end up letting his master lead the way.

Outside the palace, when the prince, who had rushed back from the front line earlier, picked up the garrison tiger talisman, he issued an order to open the city gate and clear the rebels.

So Mu Yuanlong took Xuanqi, and Duan Junhao, who could not wait, went to Zuocheng District to fight with the sixth prince. The remaining Tianji Army intercepted some of Zong Yongliu's reinforcements on the way.

At the moment of taking out the tiger talisman, there is not much suspense about this rebellion.

Rebellion is always a matter of one thought, so far away. If you don't have the determination to die, or the courage to gamble, you might as well just give up.

In fact, the Sixth Prince's Mansion got the news halfway through. Emperor Yuan did a good job of keeping secrets. After he fell into a coma, the palace was operating in an orderly manner according to his previous orders, without leaking the slightest rumor. It was not until the early days of the court that it was too inconsistent with Emperor Yuan's previous image of a workaholic, and this was noticed by others.

During the fierce battle, the bells rang suddenly from the Sifang Wu Temple and the Great Wu Temple.

Only when the emperor dies, will the bell of the witch temple ring together for seven days and seven nights, ringing tens of thousands of times, pointing the way to the heavenly witch land for the supreme soul.

In an instant, the fighting of the soldiers became more and more ferocious. Duan Junhao was even more red-eyed.

Not to mention them, even the old general who stayed at the Fifth Prince's Mansion was silent for a long time and sighed heavily.

Who would have thought that the emperor with great talent and extraordinary courage would have this day.

Until the bell of the Wu Temple rang, many people thought that Emperor Yuan was just a sudden illness, and no one linked it with life and death.

This made the whole imperial city quiet after the bell rang.

He had just passed his longevity, and he was considered extremely young among the people of Dayuan, who were generally long-lived. Even the late emperor died in his sixties.

Although Emperor Yuan was famous as a tyrant in other kingdoms, to the people of Dayuan, he was a good emperor who truly benefited them.

Many dignitaries were suppressed during the reform, and they criticized him quite a bit. They harbored resentment, but they were also afraid and afraid.

But no one can deny the greatness of Emperor Yuan.

I don't know how long it took.

Earlier, when Zongluo was still outside the city, the sky was gray and gray, and the thunderclouds overwhelmed the city, which made people gasp for breath and felt extremely uncomfortable.

And now, the sky is faintly showing signs of clearing up.

A round of luminous sun tore through the thick clouds, spreading the light on the ground, sparkling.

This is the only time it has been sunny in the imperial city these days.

Although the whole city was under martial law, the people couldn't help but open the windows in their homes.

"The sky is clear. His Royal Highness has returned, and Wei Guo has been captured. We will be able to go out soon."

The long days of worry can finally come to an end.

The long-standing bells echoed in the imperial city, with joys and sorrows.

After a long time, the door of the bedroom finally opened.

The palace people all had red eyes and noses, holding pots and incense burners, and filed in to prepare for the emperor's funeral. If there is no accident, wait for the dragon body to be cleaned again and put into the coffin. After the spirit stops, it will be buried in the emperor's mausoleum.

When Emperor Yuan was there, he thought that he had lost his beloved son again, and he didn't build his imperial mausoleum at all. Instead, he built the mausoleum of Prince Xiaoke to be gorgeous and beautiful, and built it directly according to the emperor's specifications.

Now that I rush to build my own imperial tomb, I naturally don't have much time. So Zong Luo took the lead and gave up the tomb he had built for himself. As for his tomb in the future... most of it will have to be built together with Yu Beizhou, there is still so much time, we will talk about it later.

The courtiers who were kneeling in front of the palace were already guarded by the garrison and entered the palace, standing in a row on the white jade stairs. Further back, the guards carrying the golden nanmu coffin had already been put away.

When Emperor Yuan died, the courtiers naturally wanted to send him a gift.

Long before the crown prince ascended the throne, Emperor Yuan talked with them all night and explained all the things to be explained to perfection.

These are together with the tiger talisman of the garrison. It means that the previous generation of masters in Jiangshan completely handed over the inheritance rights to the next emperor, paving every inch of the road that can be paved. Whether it is the emperor or his father, Emperor Yuan has done his best.

Just waiting for the final transfer of authority.

When the white figure appeared at the door of the dormitory, Yushi Xue, who was standing at the front, burst into tears.

"I see you, Your Majesty!"

"I see you, Your Majesty!"

......

All the courtiers all knelt on the ground. Not only them, Zong Yuanwu and Zong Ruichen also knelt aside. From a distance, Gu Ziyuan raised his eyes to take a last look, and finally buried his head deeply.

Mu Yuanlong, whose armor was still stained with blood, also knelt down with Duan Junhao clasped his fists just after the incident in the imperial city was settled: "I have been ordered by Your Majesty to take down all the traitors!"

In the Grand Palace, only the silent bell is still ringing.

The young man in red followed behind Zong Luo.

He didn't say anything, but knelt down on one knee with the sound of hula la, showing his attitude with his actions, and also fulfilling his promise to Emperor Yuan before his death.

Just before walking out of the dormitory, Yu Beizhou hugged him and kissed his tears carefully.

Just like what Emperor Yuan said, the emperor can have tears. Even if there is a vulnerable scene, it can only be seen by the people you love the most.

Standing here now, Zong Luo's eyes were red, but he didn't shed a single tear.

He straightened his back and raised the jade seal in his hand. Just as Emperor Yuan had hoped and hoped, he took over the ownership of this country with a brand-new, solemn attitude, belonging to a master of the country.

Of course, before that, Zong Luo just pulled Yu Beizhou off the ground.

He asked in a low voice, "Remember what you asked me in front of the imperial city?"

Of course Yu Beizhou remembered it.

He asked his brother if he would like to make a promise to him.

At that time, Zong Luo just laughed and said that he could consider it when he returned to the imperial city.

"I was laughing at the time, and it's rare to be confused when laughing at you."

Zong Luo sniffed, and the wet tears brought a smile: "Actually, you already owned me, didn't you?"

"...that's really an honor of the minister."

In front of everyone's eyes, the wide sleeve robe shook off, and Yu Beizhou also smiled and held the pair of cold hands.

And Zong Luo did not shy away from holding him back tightly, his fingers intertwined.

On this grand and solemn occasion, full of friends, they leaned on each other, licked their wounds, and became the only people standing in the audience.

"No gift... flat body."

Anyone could hear the hoarseness in Cintiq's voice.

However, the snow-white figure still stood upright, standing in the middle of the palace, like the future of this land.

On the side of the new emperor, where the shadows are connected, is the person who is the love of his life, who is entangled with his destiny and stands side by side.

At this moment, the sun behind the dark clouds finally showed its full face.

An extremely splendid golden light fell from the sky, and fell on the top of the palace's golden palace, coating the Kui pattern with its wings ready to fly with a hazy divine light.

Such a huge empire, the only empire above the Great Wilderness that unified the Central Plains, lost its master just now and ushered in a new master. Or maybe two. They will lead Da Yuan to glory.

Just like every time we spend together from now on.