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Not long after, the emperor's dragon chariot also appeared at Chengtian Gate, and there was another thunderous shout near the palace gate.

When the auspicious time came, Shengjia set off from Chengtianmen on time, and the bright yellow banner representing the emperor was swaying in the wind at the front, hunting.

The imperial guards in bronze helmets and iron armors cleared the road ahead of time, one post at ten steps, blocking the people who came to see the excitement on both sides of the street.

"Look, the emperor's dragon chariot is here!"

With a shout, the people boiled like boiling water.

From a distance, one could see a huge convoy surrounded by the dragon chariot at the front and marching forward with great momentum. Wherever it passed, the people lining the road shouted long live, and the voices were full of people.

Accompanied by thousands of standard-bearers and guards, they guarded the convoy like iron barrels.

At a glance, all the eyes are densely packed with human heads, chariots and horses, and there is a lot of noise.

Gu Yanfei still took Fengyang's Zhulun chariot. Fengyang is the emperor's aunt, so her status is naturally noble. Her Zhulun chariot followed closely behind the dragon chariot, and even Prince Zong Lingli's chariot was also lined up in Fengyang's later.

Shengjia set off from the west gate of the capital, and was escorted by the imperial army all the way westward to the imperial mausoleum.

Dajing Mausoleum is located on a plain at the foot of Tianxi Mountain, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with a river meandering in front of the mausoleum.

This is a treasure land of geomantic omen, or it was personally selected by the real Tiangang as the Mausoleum of the Dajing Emperor back then.

When Shengjia arrived at the foot of Tianxi Mountain, the sun had already set in the west.

According to the schedule given by the Ministry of Rituals, this sacrifice will take three days. On the afternoon of the first day, the ritual of laying soil before the big sacrifice will be held first.

This ceremony of laying soil is like the folk custom of building soil and repairing graves, and it is a respect for ancestors and gods.

The people didn't even have time to rest, so they rushed directly to the imperial mausoleum, and the guardian of the mausoleum was already on standby.

Most of the accompanying officials today had to wait outside the mausoleum gate and Long En gate. Only a few princes and ministers were allowed to enter the mausoleum gate with the emperor. They lined up on the left and right sides in front of Fangcheng.

Under the co-chairmanship of the Ministry of Rites and the Supervisor of Rituals, the emperor put on yellow cloth protective shoes and walked up to the high top of the treasure. pure land.

The whole ceremony was quite cumbersome, and it was so quiet that there was almost no human voice for a radius of one or two miles, only the rows of pines and cypresses planted in the imperial mausoleum swayed in the mountain wind, and the rustling sounded one after another.

The atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

The princes and ministers kneeling below either looked at the emperor who was going to add soil on the top of the treasure, or looked at Fengyang standing in the front, with a bit of scrutiny in their eyes.

After driving for a long time, Feng Yang, who was bathed in the setting sun, looked radiant. His firm eyes looked towards the direction of Baoding, as if he was looking at the emperor, and seemed to penetrate the long years...

She is like a treasured sword hidden in its sheath. It has obviously lost its edge, but it is impossible to ignore her existence.

Her appearance looked the same as when she was at Chengtianmen in the morning, without the slightest morbidity, and she was in stark contrast to the senior officials kneeling profusely with sweat and tired faces.

Xiao Shoufu, who was at the front of all the officials, stared deeply at every change in Fengyang's expression, his eyes were deep and unspeakable.

He kept his kneeling posture motionless, but his eyes were unpredictable.

Several ministers at the back secretly exchanged glances, some were delighted, some regretted, and some sighed.

It seems that Princess Fengyang has really recovered from her illness, not that the time limit is approaching as rumored before...

Time passed slowly in silence, and the sun gradually set in the west.

After the emperor covered 13 dan of soil, the ceremony was considered to be over, and then the eunuch in charge of ceremonies announced the completion of the ceremony, and all the ministers respectfully sent the emperor away in unison.

Following behind the emperor were Fengyang and a group of clan princes, while the officials who were kneeling on the ground got up one after another, turned around and bowed to the direction where the emperor left.

Next, the officials should leave according to their ranks, but Xiao Shoufu, who was standing in front of the officials, did not move, and the others naturally did not dare to move, so their eyes all focused on Xiao Shoufu.

The left servant of the Ministry of Rites who presided over the ceremony coughed dryly, and called out:

"Chief!"

However, Xiao Shoufu didn't hear of it suddenly, and muttered to himself: "It won't be long."

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

Xiao Shoufu's eyes became deeper, and the past flashed through his mind instantly. For a while, he thought of the old incident that happened in the imperial tomb 21 years ago, and for a while, he thought of what King Kang told him, and his mood There was a little bit of regret sandwiched in the chaos.

If only Fengyang this time... how wonderful it would be!

Xiao Shoufu sighed quietly in his heart, clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves, tried to calm down, and persuaded himself to be patient... Thousands of thoughts turned into a determination to break the boat.

He slowly raised his head, without showing any strangeness on his face, his eyes followed the back of Gu Yanfei and Feng Yang leaving, and finally fell on Feng Yang's thin but tall back.

As keen as Fengyang, she could naturally feel the scorching gaze from behind, but she didn't turn her head, nor stopped, and just walked through the mausoleum gate and Long'en gate with Gu Yanfei without haste.

After arriving at the palace from the imperial mausoleum, the exhausted emperor headed towards the Taiji Palace in the middle, and the others also headed to their respective palaces under the guidance of the servants.

"Your Highness, Miss Gu, this way."

Ruosu walked unhurriedly at the front to lead the way for Fengyang and Gu Yanfei.

In the dusk of April, the oncoming evening wind carried a hint of coolness.

Gu Yanfei and Feng Yang strolled forward, their sleeves and skirts were blown up by the wind, the skirts fluttered like butterflies, and even the hair at the temples was blown up by the mountain wind.

The old and the young raised their hands freely and freely, and the two stood together in a surprisingly harmonious way.

Feng Yang has been to this palace many times, she doesn't like to come here, every time she comes here, she will think of that night 21 years ago, the blood-stained palace.

But in order to sacrifice to Taizu, she had to come every year.

As Feng Yang walked forward, he talked to Gu Yanfei about the past that was engraved in the depths of her memory 21 years ago and would never fade: "At that time, the father had just passed away, and he left a will for me to assist the government. The late emperor was unwilling and wanted to kill me..."

At that time, she was immersed in grief because of Taizu's death and couldn't extricate herself. The late emperor thought he had an opportunity and secretly dispatched troops, but he didn't think that his actions had not deceived Fengyang's eyes and ears.

At that time, Fengyang still had some kind of sister-in-law affection for the first emperor, and she was also betting that she hoped that the first emperor would have evil intentions and not have the courage to make it to the last step.

But the late emperor still made a move on her, leading his troops to surround the palace, but he was too timid to face her in person...

Feng Yang's eyes were stern, and there was a faint surge of wind and thunder, as if he had returned to that night 21 years ago.

Gu Yanfei is an obedient listener, quietly listening to Feng Yang finish speaking.

She couldn't help being curious, she leaned over and whispered to Feng Yang, "Your Highness, I heard that Taizu planned to pass the throne to you when he was in power?"

Feng Yang could tell that Gu Yanfei was just purely curious, he smiled at the little girl, and raised his gray eyebrows, noncommittal.

Seeing that there was no displeasure on Fengyang's face, Gu Yanfei blinked, and asked again with a smile: "You don't want it?"

Feng Yang smiled loudly, with soft brows and eyes, as if this was an extremely interesting question.

She raised her chin, looked up at the bright sunset sky with fierce eyes, and said bluntly: "Of course."

"Who doesn't want this supreme position?!"

"I'm just a mortal, not a saint. I have greed and ambition."

Fengyang's words were so straightforward that Ruosu, who was leading the way, was startled. She suppressed the urge to turn around and continued walking.

"That's right!" Gu Yanfei agreed deeply, and nodded.

Putting myself in her shoes, if it was her, she should also find it interesting to be an empress.

Feng Yang didn't feel that he said anything shocking to the world at all, his expression was very calm, and there seemed to be two clusters of scorching flames burning in his eyes.

Since she was born and sensible, Taizu taught her personally, taught her to read and write, taught her to practice martial arts and strengthen her body. He told her that there is nothing inferior to a woman in a woman. As long as she has enough ability, she can go to the battlefield or immediately On the court.

She lived up to the expectations of Taizu, who often said that she was the daughter he was most proud of.

She often heard the generals and civil servants around Taizu say that it is a pity that Fengyang is not a man, otherwise...

But Taizu never said such a thing.

In the twenty-ninth year of the Tianli calendar, when the Taizu proposed to abolish the crown prince and replace her as the crown princess in the court for the first time, Fengyang was moved and thought that she would be a better emperor than the previous emperor, but the crowd The minister objected, and at that time, the Dajing Dynasty was full of crises, internal and external troubles...

After a long time, Feng Yang pursed his lips slightly, and the wrinkles between his lips became deeper, as if he let out a heavy sigh from the depths of his chest, "Compared with the throne, what I want more is the prosperity of the world and the well-being of the people."

As he said that, Fengyang's eyes showed sadness and nostalgia, and he thought about all kinds of things when Taizu was alive in his mind, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is the country that Daddy single-handedly laid down."

Her life has been full of vicissitudes.

She had witnessed the corruption and chaos of the previous dynasty when she was young;

When she was young, she fought against Taizu, experienced troubled times, and experienced ruthless fighting on the battlefield;

When she was young and middle-aged, she watched Taizu gradually make the country that was riddled with holes to prosper...

She has seen a lot and experienced a lot, and she understands how difficult it is for Taizu to lay down this great landscape.

People in the world only see Taizu's brilliance and martial arts, and only remember the romantic and legendary stories of Taizu's life, but they don't know that Taizu made great achievements with flesh and blood, and don't know how many times he has experienced life and death crises on the battlefield, and his body is full of old wounds. In his later years, these old wounds tormented him deeply...

But Taizu has no regrets.

Fengyang's whole body was enveloped by a sense of sadness, her chest heaved violently, and tears blurred her vision.

After walking for a while, she said again: "I once heard from my father that he hoped that everyone in this country could have enough food and clothing, and that no one would sell their sons and daughters anymore. County, he hopes that the average life expectancy of the people in Dajing can exceed sixty years, he wants to build cement official roads between most towns and towns, and wants Dajing's sea boats to cross the vast ocean to another continent..."

Taizu still has many, many ideals that have not been realized. In the last few years of his life, he often said with emotion that if only he could be given a few more years, he could do more...

Feng Yang stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at Gu Yanfei, and the two looked at each other.

Feng Yang said seriously: "Yan Fei, I want to make the big scene into such a big scene."

"It's not for the sake of this mere throne. There are constant internal and external troubles. Repeating the mistakes of the previous dynasty is going backwards, not forward."

For the big picture.

For the prosperity that her father said, she can give her everything.

Fengyang has always been firm in his faith, and it was only shaken nine years ago, when Gu Ce died in battle and Yangzhou was captured by South Vietnam, and Chu Yi had to be sent to South Vietnam as a hostage.

Fortunately, everything did not develop to the point of irreversibility; fortunately, Dajing can return to the track that she and Taizu both expected.

She believes that with the hard work of Jinshang and Chu Yi's father and son, the Dajing Dynasty will be able to reach a higher level than Taizu's.

Fengyang's eyes are extremely determined, as firm as a rock, unshakable.

Gu Yanfei stared deeply at Fengyang, and was overwhelmed by the firm belief she released all over her body at this moment.

She was stunned for a moment and opened her eyes slightly.

Feng Yang's appearance at the moment is really like the decathlon elder sister of her sect.

The temperament of the elder sister is also the same, her heart is as open as a vast star, and she is tolerant of all rivers and rivers, regardless of personal gains and losses.

Gu Yanfei smiled happily, her eyebrows were curved, and her pupils were shining.

Gu Yanfei took Fengyang's arm affectionately, pressed Fengyang's pulse calmly, continued to walk forward, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you are so beautiful!"

As good-looking as her big sister!

Feng Yang looked at the little girl in bewilderment, always feeling that the girl suddenly got off the hook.

"Your Highness, let me have dinner with you tonight."

Gu Yanfei salivated and smiled, and walked with Fengyang to the southeast of the palace.

The two of them passed through a series of gates, and then walked through sections of winding corridors, passing through patches of flower forests... I don't know how long they walked, and before the sunset was completely recorded, they came to Fengyang's palace.

Almost at the moment when the door curtain fell, Feng Yang staggered and fell forward.

Gu Yanfei was already holding Fengyang's left arm, and quickly helped her right shoulder with the other hand. Ruosu, who was behind the two of them, reacted quickly and grabbed Fengyang's right arm.

"Your Highness." Ruosu whispered nervously.

Gu Yanfei and Ruosu hurriedly supported Fengyang to sit on a chair next to her, letting her rest on a big pillow.

They all knew that Fengyang was able to survive until now because Gu Yanfei had been giving her needles all the way in the carriage, so that he managed to gather a surge of energy, and now this energy was finally vented.

The maid hurriedly poured tea and water for Fengyang, and Gu Yanfei pressed several acupuncture points on Fengyang's hands and head.

There was an oppressive atmosphere in the palace room, like an invisible net restraining everyone.