The nights are cold in late autumn.
The commotion in Luojing City had gradually subsided, and guards holding flaming staffs were spreading in an orderly manner from the bottom of the Nine Dragon Stairs all the way to the outside of the palace gate.
The air was thick with blood as Wei Jing walked out of Chongde Hall. His face and armor were dotted with scarlet, and there was still red between his eyebrows.
He stood on a high white marble platform, glancing coldly at the crescent moon and lonely star.
He sheathed the dagger, mounted his horse, and headed straight for the imperial mausoleum outside the capital.
There is also a mastermind who is sleeping in a huge and luxurious underground palace.
Changling is the mausoleum of Emperor Zhongping.
Wei Jing violently broke open the stone door of the Changling underground palace, first took out his mother's coffin, and stared coldly at the huge vermilion coffin in the center of the coffin bed, "Open the coffin."
"Grind this thief to ashes!"
Wei Jing was still not satisfied and ordered the burning of Changling.
In the dark night, red flames from Changling shot up into the sky. Baocheng, Minglou, Leng'en Hall, the underground palace, etc. were completely engulfed in flames.
The fire was blazing, the night wind was biting, Wei Jing watched coldly, and soon he jumped on his horse and headed straight for the western suburbs.
More than thirty miles west of Luojing, behind an unknown mound, a simple stone tablet, crude and crude, buried the remains of Wei Jing's brother, the former crown prince Wei Zhang, and a group of former concubines from the Eastern Palace.
The wind was whistling, the grass and trees were withered, Wei Jing gently stroked the stone tablet and whispered: "Brother, I am here to pick you up."
I was late and caused you so much injustice.
He personally took out the coffin and, together with Empress Fu, carried it back to the Anfeng Hall to the west of the Luojing Imperial Palace.
He wanted to rebuild a new mausoleum, and before the new mausoleum was completed, his mother and brother were temporarily placed in this hall.
Empress Fu's coffin was in good condition, but Wei Zhang's coffin had been subjected to a violent tomb-reconstruction, and was covered with pits and scars.
Wei Jing stroked the scars one by one, his Adam's apple rolling heavily for a few times. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Mother, brother, today I have finally avenged my great revenge."
He knelt before the two coffins and kowtowed heavily. A tear fell silently on the cold square bricks.
He didn't get up for a long time.
It was not until the sound of light footsteps approached from afar and Shao Qing, dressed in plain blue, walked gently into the palace that Wei Jing turned around.
"Husband?"
Shao Qing put down Jiu'er from her arms, walked forward with the cloak in her hands, and touched his hand, which was icy cold. She quickly shook out the cloak and put it on him.
His eyes were red, and she felt so distressed that she tried to touch them, but was helpless.
Shao Qing also knelt down, kowtowed respectfully, and called softly: "Come, my dear, kowtow to your grandmother and uncle."
Jiu'er was very well-behaved. She knelt down according to her mother's instructions. However, she was small and knelt crookedly. She kowtowed to her grandmother and uncle, mumbling something as she followed her mother's example.
"Mother of pearl!"
"uncle!"
Jiu'er looked up at her mother. Shao Qing touched the top of her daughter's head and praised her. Then he turned around and held Wei Jing's hand, saying softly, "My husband, please accept my condolences. The spirits of our mother and brother in heaven must be very pleased."
Her eyes were full of tenderness, and the warmth of her palm moved up along the back of her hand, dispelling the chill of late autumn. The dull pain in his heart finally eased, and he felt much better.
"good."
He shook her hand back vigorously.
"Let's go back."
His wife was frail and his daughter was young. The place where the coffin was kept was cold and gloomy. Wei Jing did not dare to stay any longer. He took his wife, daughter, mother and brother to talk for a while, and then left first.
At this time, the sky was bright and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The warm sunlight fell on the white marble steps in front of the Anfeng Hall, driving away the coldness that seeped into people's bodies.
Wei Jing held his daughter in one hand and held his wife's hand with the other. He looked back at the hall for the last time and walked down.
…
In November, Wei Jing was about to ascend the throne in Luojing and proclaim himself emperor, naming the country Qi and the reign Jianyuan.
Shao Qing did not forget how she felt when she first entered Luojing. She was nervous and tried hard to remain calm. She became restless when something unexpected happened.
When she set foot there again several years later, she became the new master of Luojing City and the new master of the world.
There were mixed feelings, but in the end, only joy remained, and I was finally settling down.
Wei Jing looked at him with pity; "Yes."
No need to wrong her anymore.
The couple smiled at each other and went hand in hand to try on the new dresses that had just been made.
The past month has been very busy, with post-war affairs, military and political affairs, and the coronation ceremony in November.
From Wei Jing and Shao Qing to Ji Huan, Zhang Yong, Dai Guang and so on, everyone was so busy that they wished they could split an hour into two halves.
After nearly two months of busy work, they finally have some free time, but the couple still has to try on court robes and formal dresses, so they are still busy.
Wei Jing was dressed in a dark black robe with a red border and a twelve-chapter crown. He had long eyebrows, sharp eyes, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and looked extremely handsome. Shao Qing's eyes sparkled and she couldn't take her eyes away.
He was happy and contented in his heart. His wife's admiring gaze was more enjoyable than anything else. He coughed twice, paced a few steps, turned around and asked, "Ah Qing, do you think the clothes fit you well?"
Shao Qing nodded his head rapidly, saying it fit him perfectly. He was tall and long, with a straight back. Every move this man made had an indescribable dignity.
"My husband is so handsome."
She put her arms around his waist and said so coquettishly.
The corners of Wei Jing's lips curled up, but he quickly suppressed them. Isn't the word "beautiful" meant for women? Can men use it too?
He thought about it and decided that it should be possible, as there was no book in the sages' book saying it was not possible.
As if consciously, the two arms had already reached out to hug her. Wei Jing was overjoyed and did not forget to kiss his wife, "My Ah Qing is pretty too."
He emphasized: "It looks better than me."
Shao Qing giggled, and Wei Jing couldn't help laughing too. They put their foreheads together and whispered a few words. He pulled her to sit in front of the mirror.
Wei Jing tried on the court dress and it fit her perfectly. It was her turn.
Originally, Shao Qing didn't need to be so anxious, because in every dynasty, the ceremony of conferring the empress was held after the ceremony of ascending the throne.
However, Wei Jing expressed his intention to hold it together.
Yes, at the same time.
It was unexpected but reasonable. Wei Jing kept his word and Ji Huan and others were not surprised at all. At most, they sighed and said they were busy. Then they adjusted the process without stopping.
Although this was an unprecedented event, Wei Jing took it very naturally. In his eyes, this was the most natural thing. In addition, Shao Qing continued to be busy in the previous dynasty, and no one from top to bottom thought it was inappropriate.
Wei Jing had always loved combing her hair, but he had been too busy over the past year and had missed out on this joyful occasion.
He gently pulled out her hairpins with very skilled movements. Under her waterfall of black hair, he held a jade comb in his hand and combed her hair one by one.
The polished copper mirror reflected a graceful woman with delicate eyebrows and eyes. Behind her, a tall and handsome man in a dark crown was smoothing her hair, with his eyes lowered and smiling, his gaze gentle.
Shao Qing's lips curved into a beautiful smile.
…
The sixth day of November is the day of the grand ceremony.
At midnight, Shao Qing had to get up. Wei Jing picked her up while she was dazed and took a bath with him. Only then did she wake up completely.
Pulling away his restless hand, she scolded him: "What day is it today? Hurry up and get up."
Wei Jing was not unaware of the seriousness of the matter, and he quickly agreed. The couple got up, put on their new pajamas, and got ready.
The layered dress was very heavy. In order to wear the phoenix crown, the scalp was pulled very tight. Shao Qing grimaced. Wei Jing felt distressed and asked hurriedly: "Does it hurt? How about loosening it?"
He couldn't be too relaxed. If something went wrong during the ceremony, it would be troublesome. Shao Qing didn't want to become famous through the ages in this way.
She muttered, "Luckily I don't have to wear it often."
Wei Jing quickly agreed: "Yes, from now on we will wear men's robes, just like before."
Shao Qing smiled and glared at him.
Although this dress was complicated and painful, it was extremely beautiful. Her beautiful eyes, sparkling with light, looked across at him, filled with anger. Wei Jing's heart was moved, and he had to suppress the urge to kiss her.
The palace maids who were helping to dress up were still there, and my wife was shy and definitely unhappy.
After finally getting everything done, Shao Qing complained a few words and Wei Jing stretched out his left hand with a smile.
Shao Qing smiled and put her right hand into his palm.
The rough palm, the temperature was the same as before, holding her hand intimately, the couple walked out of their bedroom hand in hand.
Today is a big event. The little girl Xu'er was so tired from being coaxed by her wet nurse last night that she is now sleeping soundly.
At the foot of the steps of the sleeping hall, there were two large dragon and phoenix sedan chairs parked one after the other. The larger one in front was the emperor's sedan chair, and the smaller one at the back was the phoenix sedan chair. Wei Jing took Shao Qing out, but did not let go. Instead, he got on the imperial chariot with her.
The imperial chariot was traveling along the palace road. Shao Qing took the opportunity to glance around the newly cleaned and renovated imperial palace. She was not very comfortable riding in the same chariot. On the contrary, it would be surprising if Wei Jing asked her to sit alone in the back.
But then, Wei Jing's action really shocked her.
In the main hall of the former dynasty, Ji Huan, Zhuang Yan, Zhang Yong, Chen Qi and other civil and military officials had lined up solemnly and waited quietly. Wei Jing led his officials to worship the heaven, earth and the country, and then returned.
He should have gone straight into the main hall, read out the imperial edict, and then accepted the ministers' three kneelings and nine kowtows and cheers of congratulations.
But who would have thought that he would turn around and go straight towards the imperial carriage.
Shao Qing was surprised.
He extended his hand and said with a smile, "Ah Qing."
You own half of this great Qi kingdom. You and I, husband and wife, should climb to the top together and overlook the world.
What happened to the ancients and the previous dynasties, what does it have to do with me?
Shao Qing's eyes were a little hot, he didn't know whether it was because he was touched or excited, or maybe both. Suddenly I remembered a sentence I heard before: You shouldn't listen to how much a man says, but look at how much he does.
She took a deep breath, smiled, and put her hand into his palm.
The two of them walked hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, step by step towards the main hall, climbed the imperial path in the middle of the Cloud Dragon Steps, stepped into the main hall, and went up from the most central jade step to the top of the jade steps.
In an instant, the cannon roared, joy rang out, and all the civil and military officials prostrated themselves, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, and the mountains cheered like waves.
The extremely shocking scene made people's hearts surge. Shao Qing turned his head and looked at Wei Jing.
He smiled, his eyes burning.
Between the golden pillars, on the high platform, the two stood shoulder to shoulder, overlooking the entire Da Qi.
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