Chapter 82 The collapse of Luo Jingshang

The next day, the sky was still a haze. The emperor got up early as usual, had too much breakfast, and accompanied him back to the Xuanzheng Hall, which symbolized the emperor's highest power and was the highest place of the palace.

He sat on the golden dragon pattern throne, as if standing on the top of the mountains, standing at the top of the world, holding the sun and the moon in his hand, and everything is under his feet. No wonder how many people have fought for this lonely position. In front of such a magnificent face, no one can resist that **.

Sitting quietly for a long time, he got up and stepped out of the Xuanzheng Hall, looked back with nostalgia, smiled faintly at the corners of his mouth, and leisurely returned to the Ganlu Hall.

When he returned to the Ganlu Hall, his spirit seemed to have been hooked away. He suddenly sank. Not long after his support, the Ganlu Hall cried out, and the palace sounded heavy and solemn bells and drums, and the emperor died.

The martial law in the capital has not been lifted since the night before. There are heavy soldiers outside the residence of the important ministers and princes, and Luo Jing is silent! Only the guards in white galloped out of the palaces and rushed to all parts of the world to announce the news of the emperor's death.

When Xiahouze heard the news of the emperor's death, his eyes were hot. When his father left the East Palace yesterday morning, his father had calculated the fate of the emperor. When his father left the East Palace, everyone in the East Palace was unloaded and replaced by nearly 100 black guards to control the East Palace.

He couldn't help looking out. Several black guards guarding outside the hall were brave and majestic, and their advantages could not be hidden compared with ordinary bodyguards. The leader is the man named Flying Eagle. He is a young man and one of the people who lurked in the Guangtian Hall. Huang Qing on his face before thought what dye he had been painted, but now he has regained his original face and is as awe-inspiring and calm as a military leader.

"Where is she?" The question of rolling on the tip of the tongue finally blurted out.

It seemed that he didn't expect Xia Houze to ask him. Feiying was only stunned for a moment and knew who Xia Houze was asking, but he still replied indifferently, "I don't know!"

He knew, but he couldn't tell himself. Xia Houze sighed secretly and was ordered not to tell her whereabouts. There was inexplicable peace of mind in her heart that she would be fine.

Not long, the servant sent Su Yu, the new emperor's edict, and the whole country mourned. The East Palace was white, or it should not be called the East Palace anymore, or he should not stay in the East Palace.

Generally, parents die of filial piety. They are treated according to the system for mourning for three months and keep filial piety for three years, but the country cannot be without a king. In order to show filial piety and set an example for the world, everything in the imperial palace is shortened according to the example. Three days of mourning. After seven days of guarding the spirit, the Zi Palace will be moved to the imperial mausoleum, and the period of filial piety is reduced to 27 days.

Luojing has been wandering all over the streets and mourning. There are people from all over the twelve gates that come to mourn every day. The streets and alleys are crowded with people, but they are immersed in sadness. No one dares to laugh loudly, and even speak carefully bites their ears. The work in the workshop has stopped, especially in the place of looking for fun, which has a rare purity, but in the cleanliness, people are even more uneasy.

Yun Niang and Cong Liu couldn't stay in Yanyufang, and they went to the warm fragrance hall in plain clothes.

"Xie Ling, do you have any news about the Prime Minister?" Yun Niang asked hurriedly when she saw Zhao Shuhui take the child away.

Xie Ling shook his head. Since the death of the former emperor, the prime minister has been stranded in the palace and disappeared: "No shadow is back. He is going to inquire about the news!"

From Liu sighed, "This is a little difficult to do! If Xiahouze is better, it is--

Yun Niang covered her mouth. Now is the time when the situation is tense. No one can imagine what will happen. She doesn't care who the emperor is. She only cares about what she cares!

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Three days after the funeral, the civil and military officials wrote a letter asking Xia Houchen to follow the will of the previous emperor and inherit the throne before the spirit of the previous emperor. Xiahouchen took the opportunity to subdue seven days after guarding the spirit and officially burned incense to beat Bidenji before the spirit of the former emperor. The preparations for the new emperor's accession to the throne are complicated, coupled with the relocation of the spirits of the previous emperor, among which there are many etiquette and classics. They rushed to make dragon robes, move, and change palace people. Fortunately, the empress dowager made a decision, and Lin Wan and Manyao assisted them all, which were appropriate.

Xia Houchen ascended the throne and officially became the new king of the Jin Dynasty. He ordered an amnesty for the world and the harem to reduce taxes of the people for three years. As usual, the Ganlu Hall is the emperor's bedroom, but Xiahou Chen did not live in the Ganlu Hall, but moved into the Chengxiang Hall - the bedroom when he was the fourth prince.

His body was tired and tight, but his footsteps were a little relaxed. He sat straight on the couch and put his hand on the case. He didn't spit out a word. His eyes just swept over her in plain clothes.

Wanxi coughed softly, ignored her hateful eyes, held a small porcelain bottle in both hands, and lowered her head in front of her.

Yin Piaoxuan took a soft breath, grabbed the porcelain bottle, secretly bulged her cheeks, thumped forward, sat down, suddenly frowned, got up, pulled out the small wooden plug of the porcelain bottle, and applied the medicine to the wound on his right palm. It was the injury he suffered when he held her dagger that day. She really learned the sharpness of the dagger, if it hadn't for her The wound will heal for a period of time.

Thinking of Jinchuang ointment, she held her breath again. That day, she kindly asked Dr. Qin to give him two bottles of Jinchuang ointment, and he had been watching her jokes all the time. After the death of the late emperor, he threw her in the Chengxiang Hall and did not allow her to leave the Chengxiang Hall. He also took out the golden cream indifferently and warned her that she was the maid of the Chengxiang Hall from now on. What she used to do, but now it is up to her.

Thinking about it, he wiped the wound in his palm fiercely and pulled the pain in the palm of his hand. Xia Houchen's hand couldn't help shrinking a little and frowning: "Are you declaring your dissatisfaction with me? Is that all you can protest? Without saying a word and putting on a stinky face, are you provoking me?"

My fingertips trembled, I?! Yes, now he is the emperor, the emperor! Her men are softer. She can't resist, and she can't fight against Huangwei all the time! She is eager to know the current situation of Xia Houze. What will happen to him now?

She waited for him to change his clothes and go to bed with the most humble posture, looked at his tired face, and finally couldn't help asking softly, "How is he?"

Xia Houchen stagnated for a moment. If she hadn't wanted to know his news, she would not have wanted to squeak. She glanced at her coldly and said coldly, "If you are obedient, he will be fine. Otherwise, I can't guarantee anything!"

She clenched her fists and really withdrew from the inner hall obediently.

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He pulled his skirt uncomportantly. On a slightly cold day, his palm could actually pinch a sweat. He glanced at her, who was also tightening behind him, and patted his heart: If he could still leave an old life today, he would definitely burn incense and avoid as far as he could, just follow the wishes of the Empress Dowager. , prepare something to Chengxiang Hall, and it will not be dragged to the East Palace by soft grinding and hard bubbles.

He was frightened into the Guangtian Hall, and his feet trembled slightly. He covered his mouth with one hand and coughed softly: "Xiao Xuanzi, present the things that the Empress Dowager gave to Prince An!"

"Yes!" She lowered her voice and went in with an empty brocade box.

He sat behind the dark red bookcase in white and wrote something. His expression was focused. He was completely unaware of her appearance and his eyes were not aware of the heat. This man exuded a noble and extraordinary breath, but it made her distressed. Yes, he felt sorry for his love for himself and his truth about himself. However, the world's book It's hard to think, not to mention the shallow fate?

"If you continue to look at me like this, I can't control myself!" He slowly looked up at her. The sound of "Xiao Xuanzi" had made it difficult for him to concentrate any more. Now he stared straight at him with a stunned expression. Did she know that she was causing a fire?

Her eyes blinked twice, and she came to her senses, blushed away, and coughed dryly: "How do you know it's me?"

Xia Houze stood up with a faint smile and walked slowly to her. Yes, as she persuaded herself, she said, "The fragrance on your body is too strong. It has made me uncomfortable before entering the Guangtian Hall. How can there be such a little waiter's body so fragrant?"

She frowned, pinched her sleeves, put them on the tip of her nose, and stared at him: "There is no fragrance!"

He held her in his arms with a smile: "It's fun of you. Why did you come here?"

The astringency in his heart floated, and Yin Pant pulled the corners of his mouth: "I just want to make sure you are okay."

"Thank you!" Xia Houze closed his eyes slightly, and the simple words were enough to fill the emptiness for many days.

"The Empress Dowager is here!" An anxious and sharp voice came, especially when she caught a glimpse of the graceful empress dowager, she hurriedly shouted.

The two looked at each other, her eyes turned smoothly, and the wind hid in the curtain. He didn't have time to smile at a pair of inquiring eyes and hurriedly saluted: "I've seen my mother!"

Yan Ruzhu said "Well" and looked around doubtfully: "Why is Zeer standing here?"

He swallowed secretly: "What happened when my mother came to the Guangtian Hall?"

She sighed and sat down in the nearest chair: "Mother wants to tell you about Yin Piaoxuan!"

Yin Pian's eyes are wide, and he doesn't want to attack her again, does he?

When Yan Ruzhu saw that he was silent, she shook her head: "When the filial piety period is over, you will leave for Luoyang and take Yin Pianxuan with you. Although the mourning family doesn't like Yin Pianxuan, after all, she is pregnant with your flesh and blood. You take her away and tell her not to go back to Kyoto!"

As soon as this word came out, both of them were surprised. A series of things that happened made them forget this thing. Now they have no idea when it is mentioned.

"The Ai family will tell your fourth brother about the matter of Yin Pianxuan. It's settled. The Ai family doesn't want to have any more trouble between you two because of a woman!" Both are her biological sons. She can't focus on either of them. Now that Xia Houchen has won the world, she believes that the fairness she can give is to leave Yin Pianxuan to Xia Houze, which is the only thing she can do.

Xiahouze didn't answer. If he could take her away, he was willing to exchange everything, but can he take her away? Is she willing?

When the Empress Dowager went far away, Yin Pianfang slowly stepped out from behind the curtain and looked at him and said word by word, "I want to leave Kyoto, but I won't go to Luoyang!"