A country cannot be without a ruler for a day.

The next day.

The new emperor ascended the throne in front of the coffin.

Ying Jingjue put on a black dragon robe embroidered with golden dragons and the imperial crown, and with all the civil and military officials kneeling before him, he stepped onto the supreme throne step by step.

"Long live His Majesty, long live His Majesty—"

"Stand up."

Among the officials lying on the ground, there was only one awkward place.

Ying Jingjue looked at the empty rosewood chair at the first seat on the lower right, his eyes resting on it for a moment and then moving away.

——Lian Shenwei didn’t come today.

Took sick leave.

He had just entered the palace with such dignity yesterday, but he was sick today. Who could believe it? Most of the officials present were grumbling in their hearts. They thought that this was a warning from the regent to the new emperor, and that the new emperor had to personally invite him to the court.

Ying Jingjue sneered in his heart, but remained calm on the surface: "I ascended the throne today, all thanks to the teachings of the Regent Prince. Now that the teacher has taken sick leave, of course I need to have a good rest."

"Once the situation in the court stabilizes, I will personally come to offer my condolences."

Letting officials "have a good rest" at home is not good news. Zuo Cheng smelled a sign of power reduction in this sentence.

When he first ascended the throne, it was a busy time, with many important matters to discuss. Just as the regent was mentioned and the ministers were about to discuss the next matter, the palace gates opened wide and soldiers rushed in with urgent orders in their hands.

The soldier didn't even bother to follow the proper etiquette and knelt down directly: "Reporting to His Majesty! War on the border!"

"Ten days ago, the Northern Barbarians suddenly attacked Jusha City. The attack was fierce. They also spread the news that the previous emperor had passed away to disrupt our military morale. The second son of the leader of the Kashaer tribe in the royal court, Mofeilin, led his troops and captured the city!"

Ying Jingjue stood up suddenly: "What?!"

Minister of War: "It would have taken at least half a month for the news of the late emperor's death to reach the border. How did the northern barbarians know about it so long in advance? And were they even prepared?!"

Zuo Cheng stepped out and said, "Your Majesty, it seems that the Northern Barbarians have always had spies in the capital!"

Ye Mingqin: "The most important thing now is to boost morale. Your Majesty, please dispatch troops to the border as soon as possible and send a commander to stabilize the military's morale!"

Ying Jing made a conscious effort to glance at the empty rosewood chair, and immediately realized the inexplicable dependence that still remained in his heart.

His face turned even colder, he suddenly withdrew his gaze, calmed himself down, and then gave orders in an orderly manner.

The first thing upon ascending the throne is so challenging and dangerous.

If this matter is not handled properly, at best the new emperor's authority will not be established, and at worst the newly handed over power of the Dasheng Dynasty will be shaken.

However, in the past thirty years of the Great Sheng Dynasty, the number of military generals has been extremely low. The old marquis has an old leg disease and is already old. Ning Feng is still recuperating, so even if he rushes to the border immediately, he cannot go to the battlefield immediately.

His leg might even destroy the trust he had accumulated among his soldiers.

In the Great Sheng Dynasty, is there any general with the talent of a commander?

When Lian Shenwei woke up, it was already evening.

This was not within Tiannan's expected time range, because he usually had a fever and was drowsy, and would never wake up so late.

His heart was in a knot, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lian Shenwei open his eyes.

"Master, you are awake."

Perhaps it was because he had just woken up. Lian Shenwei only saw Tiannan open his mouth but could not hear clearly what he said. His ears seemed to be immersed in water and his vision was blurred for a moment.

After a while, it gradually became clear.

He pressed his temples which were aching from the hangover and slowly sat up: "What did you say?"

"Nothing," Tiannan said, "Is the master hungry?"

Lian Shenwei glanced at the sky outside and said in a hoarse voice, "What time is it? I remember today is the day when the crown prince ascends the throne."

Tiannan: "It's almost evening."

That was the end of the coronation ceremony.

The succession ceremony of the new emperor in the Great Sheng Dynasty was always simple and special. The former emperor's body would be kept in the palace for a year, and he would be worshipped by his concubines and descendants.

One year later, the new emperor would go to the Foquan Temple to inquire about three auspicious days for entering the mausoleum. After these three auspicious days were obtained, they would be compared with the days calculated by Qintianjian to choose the most suitable day.

The only day when the new emperor wears full uniform is the day of his coronation ceremony, except for the two days of marrying the empress and empress and sending the previous emperor to the mausoleum.

Lian Shenwei originally wanted to take a look.

No matter what that brat says, even if he doesn't remember what happened before, he still has my sister's blood in his body. Blood ties are always special and cannot be severed.

What a pity I missed it.

"Forget it. I don't have the energy to care about it now."

Lian Shenwei asked him to go out, and he washed up and changed his clothes. He washed the towel himself so that Tiannan would not see the extremely light purple color smudged in the water. He wrung it out casually and put it aside.

Ming Candle brought up the still hot food.

They were all mild and nourishing foods, made with precious ingredients. The biggest expense of the entire Regent Palace was his food. Thanks to these foods, his body was not too weak.

Lian Shenwei doesn't want to eat.

Having been with He Fengke for a long time, he had some basic knowledge of medical skills. After using his inner strength that time, he found that he had lost his appetite.

He had forced himself to eat before because of Li Ningfeng's leg injury, and he needed to bleed. Now that the treatment was over, he didn't need to bleed anymore, and he didn't have to force himself to eat something he didn't like.

“Is this a thousand-flavored pie?”

Lian Shen slightly twisted a piece and smelled it, "Liu Ji's, or the first cage?" He smiled, "You still have time to get up and line up so early?"

Tiannan: "Lord Ye heard that you were ill, so he queued up to buy it. He personally delivered it to me early this morning. It was very hot when it was delivered, but you woke up late, otherwise it would have smelled even better."

"Mingqin?"

Lian Shenwei was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "This girl. It's already autumn, but she doesn't feel cold."

His appetite inexplicably improved, and he even finished all the ginseng porridge.

Tiannan nodded silently in his heart and couldn't help but feel happy. This appetite was barely normal.

When he finished eating, Ming Cang came in from outside and handed him a letter. "Master, this is from the letter house. It's Ming Xin."

An open letter means a letter with the destination clearly stated and no encrypted code.

Lian Shenwei hadn't received such a letter for a long time, and he couldn't help but be curious, "Let me take a look."

The Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty.

Feng Ke gave Li Ningfeng his last injection and said, "The treatment is completely over. What remains is for you to work hard to recover. Follow the method I gave you and train every day. You will be fully recovered in a month."

"However, you still need to practice and improve your realm after you have fully recovered. Don't rush it."

Feng Ke was always lazy and said little during the process of treating Li Ningfeng, and only gave a few more instructions when it was almost over.

To be honest, during this period of time, he found that this young marquis was a very nice person. Even though he could not get out of bed, he would often read military books and swordsmanship books, and deduce them in his mind.

He wrote many letters to his master Lian Shenwei, but unfortunately Lian Shenwei was too busy. He was unable to see him during his southern tour, and when he returned to Beijing he was busy with matters in the capital, so he only replied to a few letters.

Although he has an unruly personality, he is actually quite tolerant of people he recognizes. He was so sarcastic and taunting, but he didn't even say a word of dissatisfaction. He didn't say a word about the pain during the treatment.

Apart from the moment when she realized she couldn't stand up and her disheartened look annoyed him, overall it was fine.

But this did not prevent Feng Ke from disliking him.

Feng Ke clearly distinguished between relatives and strangers, and all Feng family members protected their shortcomings. Li Ningfeng used Lian Shenwei's blood, and this reason alone was enough to earn the disgust of all Feng family members.

Li Ningfeng struggled to get off the ground, put his arm on the crutches, and saluted: "Thank you, Mr. Fubiao."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I wonder if Mr. Fu Biao has any method to help me recover quickly. It doesn't matter if I have to endure the pain. I want to get better quickly."

Feng Ke: "I cured your legs but not your brain, right?"

Li Ningfeng: "...That's not what I meant. The northern barbarians usually invade in autumn. I'll get better soon so I can go to the border. As you know, your majesty has just ascended the throne, and things could change if you delay."

"If there really was a way, I wouldn't dare give it to you. Otherwise, why do you think your master insisted on using blood..."

Feng Ke stopped suddenly.

...I almost let it slip.

Li Ningfeng heard it: "Master, you insist on using blood? What does that mean?" He was very perceptive. "The blood I used for treatment, you said it was the blood of a medicine man, could it be related to Master?"

Feng Ke's eyes flickered: "Yes, it has something to do with your master. Your master...got it with great difficulty."

Li Ningfeng: "From what you said, my leg injury has more than one way to treat it except using medicine or human blood?"

"Well, more than that, but that method will only work for a longer time, and if you use it, you will never be able to improve your martial arts in the future. To put it bluntly, you can save your life, and the rest depends on luck."

"Will the blood of the drug addict have any effect on Master? It must be difficult for Master to get those things, right?" Li Ningfeng found it difficult to connect such a bloody thing with his Master.

During the years when he and his master exchanged letters, he had the impression that his master was a chivalrous man as elegant as the breeze and the bright moon.

Feng Ke: "You should ask him, don't ask me."

Li Ningfeng was silent for a long time, then suddenly knelt down with his crutches and kowtowed to Feng Ke.

"As a disciple, I have not shown respect to my master, but have made him worry about me. This is disrespectful and I feel guilty."

"I kowtow to Master. You are Master's friend, please convey my regrets to him."

Feng Ke froze in his attempt to evade. After receiving his greeting, he looked confused and said, "Stand up. I understand."

He sighed, picked up his medicine box, and left as quietly as he came.

On the other side, someone reined in his horse before the burning city.

Carrying a sword and a bag, Qiu Che lifted his military hat and looked out at the towering capital from the outskirts of the capital.

Have you been living in such a place all these years?

In his hand, he was holding a small cage covered with a layer of black cloth. It was very quiet inside and no one knew what was inside.

Outside Beijing, the maple leaves were as red as fire, dyeing the entire forest red. The horse's hooves passed by lightly, and Qiu Che slowed down.

He came to keep the appointment.