The sun is getting warmer day by day.
In mid-May, Qiu Che appeared on horseback in a small town a hundred miles away from the capital.
He occasionally wore armor in the frontier, but more often wore clothes from there. Now that he has returned to the Central Plains, he has returned to his original style.
A black suit, a hat, a sword, and a horse.
One person comes and one person leaves.
A martial arts hero will always be lonely after a long time.
There is an extra scar on Qiu Che's face now. He originally had a stern look, and now he looks even more ferocious and seems to be someone who is not to be messed with.
He didn't care about his appearance, he was just worried that Ximian felt guilty towards him and would think too much if she saw him. Plus, he didn't want to go back to Beijing to accept the so-called reward. Qiu Che was very impatient with those messy things.
After returning from the border, Qiu Che wanted to go directly to Nanjing.
It's still not too late to rush there now, go to Jinling first, and then go to Dulan.
This trip will take a long time again.
He had been wandering for a long time and was not used to being confined in the capital. He also had his own things to do. It would take a long time for him to come back next time. Ximian was not in good health now, so it was a good thing for him to disturb her less.
Qiu Che touched the Wuliang Sword at his waist for a long time, then pulled the reins and turned the horse around.
"I'm leaving."
As the situation on the border became clearer, the smell of gunpowder in the capital became increasingly thicker.
The back-and-forth clashes between the Regent and the young emperor lasted only a few months, and many people died in the capital, most of whom were members of the Regent's party.
Ying Jingjue finally took action against Yu Teng. On the one hand, he dealt with the eldest prince and the third prince who had competed with him for power. The eldest prince was demoted to a commoner and the third prince was confined in his mansion. On the other hand, he showed no mercy to the corrupt officials who were found out.
Five or six out of ten people who were deposed and executed were related to the Regent.
These people were punished with confiscation of property and exile at the least, and with the entire nine clans implicated at the worst. The beheading table lasted for a while, the whole day, and the blood on the table was warm because people were being beheaded non-stop.
The balance of power was gradually tilting towards Ying Jingjue.
Almost everyone thought that Lian Shenwei was getting anxious and worried, but he himself did not feel anxious at all.
Even in a good mood.
Ying Jingjue is rapidly growing into a qualified emperor.
Lian Shenwei took a nap with his eyes closed in the rocking chair, but he was not actually asleep.
The weather had warmed up, and Tiannan and Mingdeng no longer controlled him and stopped him from going out when it was cold. Now, they approved of him going out more often to bask in the sun.
I heard that various flowers are blooming in the yard, and the faint fragrance is very pleasant.
Lian Shenwei discovered that he could no longer smell anything two days ago, and the food he ate also tasted much duller.
Fortunately, it's not a symptom that can't be concealed like deafness.
It’s just a pity that when I return to Jinling in the future, I won’t be able to smell the fragrance of Jinling’s spring flowers, nor will I be able to taste the fine wine from Fenghuangtai.
In addition to this, he always felt like he didn't get enough sleep every day. He woke up later and later every day, felt very sleepy, and felt weak.
He has been taking supplements intermittently in the past few months and is always sleepy. I don't know if it has something to do with this.
Whether the time was fast or slow, he truly felt the passage of his life.
It's like a stick of incense that will burn out in an unknown amount of time.
He could not hear, smell or taste. His ties with this world seemed to be slowly wiped away by a hand. Only his eyes were intact, allowing him to look at this world.
So God wasn't too cruel to him.
He always has something.
He would use some of his energy to fight against Jing, and then reveal some flaws for him to seize. Then, in the sword-fighting match, it would be called a feeding move.
All those corrupt officials that he had in his hands before were now killed one by one, just to establish his authority for this kid.
When he leaves the capital depends on when Jing Jue plans to attack him. This attack is not a tit-for-tat confrontation like now, which seems to him like playing house, but a thorough killing move.
Of course he wouldn't just stand there and let that brat kill him.
The eldest prince and the third prince had long ceased to be of any significance, but as long as the 'Prince Regent' did not completely fall, Ying Jingjue's imperial power would not be completely stable.
By that time, he could leave the Regent Palace, get rid of his identity as Lian Shenwei, and return to Nanjing.
But there was another thing that bothered him. After the war broke out on the border, the spies from the Northern Barbarians in the capital disappeared without a trace. He could not find any clues. They were really well hidden.
The several suspicious places he circled on the public chart are now being stared at, and there is no movement.
He once suspected that the people hiding in the northern barbarians and in the capital had already left.
Thinking about these things all the time was very exhausting, and soon he felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.
Late autumn.
The withdrawal of the Black Armor Guards symbolized that the power of the Regent had been weakened to the extreme.
The tiger's wings and claws were cut off, and the area in front of the Regent's palace became extremely desolate within just one year.
At the same time, a great victory was won on the border, and Li Ningfeng returned to the capital half a month before Emperor Jingcheng was to enter the imperial mausoleum, after Ying Jingjue went to Foquan Temple to ask for an auspicious day.
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Time fast forward Dafa.
The second update is a little bit the same as yesterday. I’m feeling sleepy. Good night everyone.
ps: The burial process of the deceased emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty is written at one-third of Chapter 108.
The author made it up, don't verify it. Generally, the emperor's coffin was kept for seven days, and the longest was Kangxi, which was said to be kept for 10 months.
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