Chapter 371 Ascension
Pei Lingyun’s coronation ceremony will be held in the first month of the year.
The people who returned to Chang'an celebrated the New Year and welcomed the new emperor of the new dynasty.
On the day of the coronation ceremony, Pei Lingyun got up very early.
The east was not yet light.
He stroked the jade railing outside the hall, on which were still scars from the fights between the Hu people.
Wu Yingniang also got up and practiced her shooting skills in the spacious yard as usual.
The palace is very big, but many of their living habits have not changed.
Now that Chang'an has been pacified, some palace maids who had previously escaped from the palace have returned.
The world outside is broad and free, but some people have stayed in the palace for more than ten years and still feel safer there.
These returning palace servants once again supported the palace's operating system.
When it was almost dawn, the palace servants helped Pei Lingyun and his wife put on their formal clothes.
Wu Yingniang stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself who was about to become the mother of a country, and found it a little unbelievable.
When she was young, she wandered around the world. At the most difficult time, she didn't even have enough money to buy a steamed bun.
At that time, she would never have thought that she would meet a sworn sister with a similar personality, find a handsome husband, open a world-famous restaurant, and become a queen.
She and Pei Lingyun looked at each other, and both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
It was surprisingly suitable.
Wu Yingniang was already tall and straight, full of heroic spirit. When she put on the phoenix robe, she looked like a queen mother, and her behavior was generous and not timid.
Pei Lingyun is born handsome, but today he is a little different.
In the past, he had restrained his edge and hidden it for many years, but today, wearing the dragon robe, his edge is fully exposed, carrying the oppressive feeling of an emperor and a natural majesty.
At the exact time of Chen, the banners fluttered and the bells and drums rang.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites chanted loudly:
"Now our emperor has obeyed the will of heaven and inherited the throne. This is a blessing for all the people of the world and a blessing for the country..."
Pei Lingyun stepped onto the white marble steps step by step.
With every step I take, a scene from the past appears in my mind.
When he was seventeen years old and in high school, he was also very successful.
And now, Pei Lingyun is thirty-five years old.
Eighteen years have passed since the year I was wrongly accused.
Eighteen years.
Finally, revenge was taken and the world was changed.
Who would have thought that the Jinyi army would become bandits.
Who would have thought that now cloth shoes would step on the golden steps.
When Pei Lingyun walked up the last step, the clouds broke and the sun came out, illuminating the entire palace.
Pei Lingyun turned around and picked up the wine glass prepared by the Ministry of Rites:
"From this day forward, I and you will rule the world together. This wine is a tribute to the heroic spirits of the Great Qi. May the mountains and rivers remain forever strong, and the people live in peace and prosperity!"
Everyone bowed.
Congratulations came like mountains and seas.
The first reign title of the Great Qi was Ming Zhao.
I hope the world will be clear and no one will be wronged.
Su Zhizhi stood aside, also wearing a formal dress today.
She is the only daughter of the emperor, a princess.
She is graceful and elegant, with makeup on, standing in the sun, like a dazzling fairy.
She and Murong Di both changed their surnames to Pei in the royal imperial genealogy, and her name in the family tree from then on was Pei Zhiliao.
When the ceremony ended, Yuan Caiwei squeezed next to Su Zhizhi:
"Zhizhi, oh no, the princess looks so beautiful today."
Su Zhizhi smiled: "Caiwei, you should just call me Zhizhi."
The two talked for a while.
Su Zhizhi saw the Qin family and even saw that Concubine Shu had come, but Ning An was not there.
Yuan Caiwei knew who Su Zhizhi was looking at and explained:
"Ning An...if she had seen what happened today, she'd probably feel a little uncomfortable. She was afraid of ruining everyone's mood today, so she went to Xianyun Manor."
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On the day Pei Lingyun ascended the throne, Chang'an City was very lively.
Xianyunzhuang became quiet and leisurely instead.
After all, all the good people who were sharpening their knives in Xianyunzhuang have finally moved away, and now there are only monks who eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures.
Master Mingdeng was sitting in the Buddhist hall chanting sutras.
A few months after the palace coup, he had become much thinner and his face had become more haggard.
The facial features that were deformed by the flesh finally revealed their true appearance.
Although he cannot be said to be extremely handsome, he does have beautiful facial features that are pleasing to the eye.
He is over forty years old and is a master with a kind face.
He, Wuzhen and several other disciples continued to practice in Xianyun Manor.
He is praying for salvation and repenting.
Because of his personal grudge with the Queen Mother and Murong Yu, too many innocent people died in the palace coup.
He would spend the rest of his life praying for the souls of those who had died.
He didn't care who was the emperor, he only cared about inner peace, every meal, every flower and every leaf.
Wuzhen was busy as usual every day, sometimes watering plants and catching insects, sometimes pulling vegetables and sweeping the floor, and sometimes chanting scriptures.
He felt as if he had lost weight, but he had no evidence.
When Ning An came to Xianyunju, Wu Zhen was holding a small jar of pickles, as he was going to make pickles today.
Wu Zhen asked, "What's the matter, Donor Wu?"
Ning An: "I'm here to find Master Ming Deng."
Wuzhen: "My master is taking a nap inside."
"Cough cough cough..." A few awkward coughs were heard in the room.
"Wuzhen, the master is in deep thought and not sleeping."
Wu Zhen: "Oh, okay, maybe I saw it wrong. Please, Mr. Wu."
Ning An entered the Buddhist hall and saw the smoke rising from the sky.
The thin Master Mingdeng sat on the cushion:
"Princess Ning'an, please."
Ning An looked at Master Mingdeng's profile, and for a moment he felt that Mingdeng's lips and nose were somewhat similar to his father's.
She knelt before the Buddha.
The sunlight shone on her face, and the scar on her face faded a lot, but a shallow mark could still be seen under the strong light.
"I'm not a princess anymore, and my last name isn't Murong. My last name is Wu, and my name is Wu Xiang."
Master Mingdeng closed his eyes and struck the wooden fish:
"Donor, what brings you here today?"
Ning An: "I want to ask the Buddha, how can I forget the past?"
Mingdeng: "Have you ever seen a river flow backwards? Have you ever seen a fallen leaf return to its branches?"
Ning An was puzzled: "Of course not."
Mingdeng: "The past is like passing clouds and smoke, why should we 'forget' it?"
"To cling to 'forgetting' is like trying to catch a shadow; it's a futile effort. When one day you can let go, you will find a bright future."
Mingdeng opened his eyes, looked at Ning An, and also looked at himself many years ago.
Ning An knelt in a daze for a while after hearing what Ming Deng said:
"I think I understand."
"You mean even Buddha can't do anything about it? It all depends on me. If I can forget, I'll forget. If I can't, then forget it."
Mingdeng: "...Amitabha, that's what I mean."
Ning An: "Oh, that's fine."
Wu Zhen also spoke at this time:
"Amitabha, I have a good idea. When you have something on your mind, do something else and focus on the task at hand."
"If you have time, you can make pickles with me. If you focus on making pickles, you won't think about anything else."
Ning An felt that there was some truth in what he heard.
Worshiping Buddha is a bit boring for her, she might as well make pickles.
So Ning An, who came to seek Buddha's advice, went to the kitchen to help make pickles.
At this time, two horses galloped across the post road outside Xianyun Manor and rushed straight to the capital.
They were covered in dust, with blood on the corners of their clothes, as they ran across Zhuque Avenue and the newly renovated buildings.
Rushed into the palace surrounded by congratulations.
In the peaceful and festive scene, their voices sounded particularly hoarse.
Like a rusty iron blade, it cuts through the embroidery that is about to be woven:
“Report—!”
"Hunxie and Tiele Khan have colluded with one another and are now invading the northern border of Tingzhou! Their forces far outnumber ours. The situation in the northwest is urgent. General Xue is urgently reporting this to the court, urging them to send reinforcements!"
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