Early February, in the spring. On the outskirts of Beijing, the trees are new and the birds are fragrant.From the northwestern to the official road of Beijing, the messengers are endless.

The sound of horseshoes is intense since noon.The news of the Great Ming Palace is constantly spreading to all parts of Beijing.

The news that the courtiers are most concerned about is naturally the status of the throne: Prince Ningyan in front of Yongxing Tianzi Spirit, led by Jia Huan to hold a hundred officials!Year: The cure.The temple number of the eternal son is: the Constitution.

The Queen is the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother Jia Yuanchun is the Queen Mother.The hundred officers have a reward.Those who participated in the coup d'état in the Da Ming Palace were all cut off by Jia Huan outside the prison hall.The only exception is the king.

A team of Jin Yiwei, is on the order of Jia Huan, the former outside Beijing city to copy the mansion of the transgressor.According to the law of the Great Week, against the three families!

With the order of a road, the center of the Zhou Dynasty, after a break of a day or so, resume operation!

For the eternal death of the son of heaven, stop the Qingqing Palace.Go everywhere, tell the new emperor to ascend the throne!He designated Hanlin's bachelor Cai Yi to write a legacy; pardoned the soldiers of the step barracks, cleared their ward of the city, and paid tribute to the Beijing camp, and the soldiers of the Pre-Hainan Guards Department.Then the small house out of the silver money of one million yuan, reward the three armies!

From noon to about 4 p.m., these things are carried out in an order under the control of Jia Huan.The heart of the city quickly settled down.

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Near the evening, the red sunset was in the sky, burning, and the clouds were in various shapes.The temperature between heaven and earth gradually decreased, slightly cooler.

The palace is bathed in the sunset, the eunuchs, the ladies, the garrison, the courtiers are walking around.There was a worship of the sons of heaven later to see the ministers of Jiahuan.There are also various services that need to be reported to the hub.

"About the funeral of the son of heaven and the cost of the ruling of the son, you go to make a plan!"Then show it to me.”Jia Huan sent away the house to the waiter, put up the tea bowl of the desk, and gently took a sip.

At this moment, the South study room, the military aircraft department, and the core characters of the five army governors are here.It is the center of the weekly empire.There are: Zeng Jin, Yin Peng, Cai Yi, Jicheng, Wei Yuanqin, Bei Jingwang, Xincheng King Shen Cheng.

The king smiled and said, “This slippery head!”As a household waiter, Wei Kang did not arrive at Daming Palace in the first time yesterday night.Avoid last night’s coup.This is a wall-rider movement.

The beautiful, luxurious South Library, sounded a few echoing whispers of laughter.The great men sat down after the long case in the library.

That is not excessive.They all know the origin of the family and the family.Moreover, the University of Health Sciences is still alive, enough to shelter Wei Kang.

Jia Huan did not speak.

At that time, he first saw the guard.The characters are outstanding, clear and handsome, and the conversation is like a spring breeze.Very affinity.Like a great man.However, at this time, it is not necessary.There is a lack of political standing.

The big picture is now set.The people chatted a few words, Jia Huan arranged: "Dinner time is coming, all the public are tired of working day and night, today."There is a Lao Zeng church on duty at the palace tonight."

He should come down, “It’s a matter of doing it.”A little embarrassed.What Jia Huan is doing now should be done by him!He was the head of the military aircraft.And he is a forever-in-one man.But he was powerless to suppress the coup, and his prestige plummeted.

Jia Huan nodded, left the South study, went to the main hall of Qianqing Palace, and looked at his student: Ning Ying.He will also visit his eldest sister, who is honored as the empress of the Queen, Jia Yuanchun.

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From time to time, officials and eunuchs saluted him.He responded well.

The light of the palace is slightly dim, and the eyes are white, white lanterns.The smell of candles.The palace is right, under the throne, listening to the coffin of Yongxing Tianzi Ning.

Yue Wang Ningcheng, as the representative of the royal family, presided over the sacrifice.The ceremonial department still books Hu Xuan, the department of Shang Shuning Confucianism here to help.Ning Yi is accompanied by the depressed queen, do not know how to deal with the flattening.

By the end of the evening, the number of officials coming to the sacrifice was gradually scarce.Before Jia Huan's face was solemn, he frowned for Ning, and then spoke to Ning Yi, Zhen Queen, Ning Yan, Ningcheng, and going to the small hall behind the Qianqing Palace.

At this point, the night completely disappeared.The dim light, the small hall of the carved beams, all kinds of tools, furniture, and play like a faint yarn.

Jia Huan sat in the chair on the left head, looked around a few people, gently sighed, and said, "Alas, the son died of illness at a young age, I have a responsibility."Don't blame him for being a beautiful woman!He's not a machine, he's a man after all."

He and Ning Yi did not do their best to stop Ning Tao's favoring the beautiful people.It is said that advice and good deeds, do not stop, do not humiliate yourself!

Ning Tao, as a son of heaven, is the biggest card of a huge political group!According to everyone's expectation: he should be a good emperor, the longer he lives the better, which is a duty for him.

However, Ning Wei is not a wooden man after all, he has his own preferences, ideas, and favorite beauties, and wants to protect her.

The Emperor is also human.

At this moment, Jia Huanxin did not resent his disciples' lack of self-discipline, fell into a gentle country, and was angry!His heart is sad and sad.Even if he is going to be against the location, will this wake up his students?

Can't!

Before he died, he thought: Mr. will not blame him.He is sorry for the cultivation of these years, high expectations!

Jian Chen's answer: No wonder.

Son, go all the way!

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In the middle of the night, with the cold.The night sky, a bright moon hanging high, a few stars.The moon is like water, sprinkled on the beautiful palace of the royal city.

After dinner, Jia Huan came out from the palace.Yuanchun's close-in house girl hugged the piano and the big eunuch, Li Wei, sent it all the way.

Jia Huan from Xihuamen out of the imperial city, with the entourage, guard to the west coast of the Xiyuan Taili pool of the spring pavilion.Riding on the horse, thinking about the situation of the big sister Yuanchun, Jia Huan's sad mood, slightly better.

He also mourned the death of Yongxing Tianzi Ning.Over the past ten years, God has been very close to her.Fortunately, she is now in the palace Buddha, self-cultivation, the body is not a big problem, but also persuaded him to say a few words.

My sister is in good health, which makes him happy.Old things, too much!

Xiyuan Yingchun Pavilion is here, which is the residence of the Shaofu.Jia Huan's entourage, the guards are staying in the front yard of Yinchun Pavilion, Jia Huan under the leadership of Zier, on the second floor of the small building of the lake.By the lake, the sound of insects in spring, in this quiet night, is like a symphony.

The lake is like a plane, reflecting the moonlight, the small building.The moonlight of the small building reflects Ningt.

Hearing the footsteps of the building, Ning Yi, who was watching the moon in the corridor of the small building, turned around.She was dressed in a white dress and was slender.The face of the white goose, the big and bright phoenix eye, the straight nose, the eyes of the teeth!

The maid stood at the door of the corridor.Wear pink embroidered flanks.Beautiful, beautiful electric eyes.She was next to Ning, so go on.

Since Yongxing six years, Ning Yidai Tianzi south of Jinling, since the two met, this is five years later to meet!She is still in town!

He stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked at Ning Yi.The soft moonlight fell on her jade, white dress, and even more beautiful style.The tenderness of the heart rises here!

Today, in front of everyone, he has been restrained.At this point, it’s in private.“Xiao!”

You stand on the bridge to see the scenery, and the people who see the scenery are looking at you upstairs.The moon decorates your windows, and you decorate the dreams of others!

Ning Yi exquisite and beautiful face, showing a wisp of smile, in the corner of the mouth, slowly rippling open.She walked quickly toward Jia Huan, hugged each other, and whispered, "Jia Lang."Look up, tears!

This afternoon, if Jia Huan arrived in time, I was afraid of life and death.A strong thought flows in the heart.

Jasper tightly hugged Nin.This in Yongxing years, mastered a quarter of the political strength of the court, in the eyes of the officials, strong, deep and profound, the eldest princess, at this moment, just a delicate woman!

Time is running quietly.

Ji Waner looked at the two people who were hugging each other, blushed, and reminded: "Princess, third master, you can use wine and vegetables."

The maids sent a delicious wine and quietly retreated.

Jia Huan and Ning Yi, sitting next to the small round table, described the situation after the parting.The moon is coming.

“Jia, please!”Ning Yisin hand holding the pot, giving Jiahuan wine, beautiful Dan Feng eyes, has been staring at Jia Huan, the eyes are flowing, tenderness is infinite.

Jia Huan held her hand and said softly, “Xiao Er...”

Ning Yi's sixteen-year-old city is different from her 18th birthday, different from her twenty-two years old, and different from her current thirty-year-old.And he was lucky enough to watch her grow, mature, beautiful changes.

Time will never come back, the past can only be remembered!

He said, “Seek the end of the world, do not return, scattered flowers like a lot.”There is no word in the bottom of the flower, and the green window spring is in the sky.Put the light of the thought, a new love, the old hate a thousand.The most human can't keep it, Zhu Yan's mirror flower tree."