Chapter 861

Ji Yun feels relieved and feels sorry.

"Sorry."

Wei Yi turned his eyes and looked at her, "why did you tell me this?"

"If it weren't for me, uncle Wei and aunt Wei wouldn't die."

Wei Yi smiled, "do you think I will hate you?"

Isn't it?

She stared at him, trying to get a little comfort from his expression, and Wei Yi didn't live up to her expectations, and there was no hatred in his face.

He solemnly told her, "shu'er, I don't hate you, not before, not now, not in the future."

Very serious!

There was a sudden gust of wind!

Wei Yi immediately stood in front of her.

A tall and a short figure coincided in the light.

One with his head down and one with his head up.

Four eyes intertwined.

Snowflakes fell and floated on Ji Yunshu's forehead.

Wei Yi stretched out his hand to brush her away, but the moment his finger touched her forehead——

She turned her head and avoided!

Wei Yi's hand was in the air, and the cold wind blew on his bony fingers, like frozen ice bars.

He looked down at the woman in front of him, his eyes moist.

How deep love is, how painful the heart is!

"Are you afraid of me?"

Uh?

Ji Yunshu suddenly looked up, looked at his sad eyes and hurriedly, "No."

"Then why did you avoid me?"

She didn't want to avoid, but that feeling made her flustered. She was afraid that she would fall into Wei Yi's clean and warm eyes unknowingly.

At the moment, she didn't know how to speak.

Wei Yi's lips gradually pulled up a relieved smile.

"You and Jingrong, my sincere blessing."

"Wei Yi."

"I always said I would protect you, but in fact, I can't do it at all. You are the safest if he is by your side. Shu'er, I bless you." He said seriously.

Ji Yunshu's eyes were moist and moved to the extreme.

Look at each other and smile.

Suddenly——

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

A bell rang in the direction of the palace, echoing in the new year's Eve in Kyoto.

Soon, a message reached King Rong's house.

"The palace is in urgent!"

……

Imperial Palace, outside Fuyang hall.

When Jing Rong arrived with Ji Yunshu and Wei Yi, a group of ministers were waiting outside.

When they saw him coming, they scattered on both sides.

He went to the gate of the temple.

Zhang Quan said, "King Rong, the emperor wants to see you."

He hurried in.

In the hall, several imperial doctors stood in front of the bed, drooping their heads and sighing.

On the bed, Emperor Qi Zhen was pale, thin, with protruding cheekbones. His empty eyes went deep into the sockets of his eyes and stared at the veil on his head.

How long has it been like this!

Jingrong went to the bedside.

"Father," he whispered

Emperor Qizhen heard the sound and sighed softly. Then he turned his eyes to look at him and opened his mouth.

"Jing Rong."

"My son is here."

At that moment, Emperor Qizhen's eyes suddenly turned red, his white lips perked up and asked, "you... You hate me?"

Hate!

Of course!

This question is not the first time.

Jing Rong lowered his eyes, "my son dare not."

Today, he is still the good son who is clever, sensible and never resists. Emperor Qi Zhen wept: "in my whole life, I have sat on the throne for 21 years. It is my honor to recover the territory and calm the chaos and settle the country. It is great to be in prosperity, but... I have also done too many stupid things. In those years, even if I could not bear it, your mother and concubine... Would not die. Today, everything would not happen

Sheng, I'm wrong, I'm wrong... "

The tone was bleak.

Jing tolerated the pain in his heart, and his words stuck in his throat and couldn't say a word.

"Jingrong, the person I'm most sorry for is you. In my life, I owe you too much..." he cried, stretched out his hand, held Jingrong's hand tightly, tried to open his weak and tired eyes, and said, "I've made a last edict to give you Dalin mountain and river..."

"Father."

"You promise me that no matter what happens, you must... Guard this land." Emperor Qizhen panted heavily.

Jing Rong has no intention of the throne!

He hesitated and didn't know whether to answer or not?

Emperor Qizhen coughed up, took the last breath of his life, grabbed his hand, hoarse and said, "you promise me!"

Jing Rong's face was full of contradictions. His eyes were red and frowned. His blood seemed to boil, which made him hot. Looking at his father's eyes similar to pleading and tears in his eyes, his heart twisted hard.

Finally——

"I promise you." This sentence, he did not know how much courage to fight.

Emperor Qizhen was relieved at last. He lay flat on the bed, looked at the veil above his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

Little by little, his hand also loosened from Jingrong's hand and put it by the bed.

Jing Rong froze.

"Your Majesty." Zhang Quan shouted.

All the people in the temple knelt down.

At the same time, there was a sound outside the hall: "the emperor drives Hong."

Echoed throughout the palace.

All the ministers knelt in the outer hall.

The sound of mourning is absolute.

Jing Rong looked at emperor Qi Zhen. At the moment of death and separation, he still had red eyes after all.

"My father, my son and I have never hated you."

But emperor Qizhen couldn't hear it.

He stepped back, knelt on the ground and knocked his head three times.

At this time, the wind opened a window in the hall, and the wind floated in with snowflakes and landed on the windowsill, the ground and the Dragon Robe hanging on the screen.

A generation of emperors, power and status, will not bring them in life or death after all.

……

Zhang Quan held the imperial edict and said, "Lord, this is the imperial edict."

Imperial edict, that's the world!

Jingrong looked at the imperial edict and then looked at the gate of Fuyang hall. As long as he went out of the door and read the imperial edict, it would be him in the future.

"Lord?" Zhang Quan called.

He suddenly ordered the royal doctor and the maids and eunuchs in the palace, "you all go out."

"Yes."

The crowd retreated one after another.

Zhang Quan: "Lord, what is this?"

"Grandpa Zhang, please come in, Lord Shang of xuanhanlin Academy."

Although he didn't understand, Zhang Quan did it anyway.

After a while, Shang Zhuo bowed in, patted the snow on his shoulder and entered the hall.

"What do you want?"

Jing Rong: "Lord Shang, I know how strong your copying technique is, so I want you to do something for me."

……

After a incense stick.

Zhang Quan went out holding the imperial edict.

Jing Rong stood inside, looking calm.

Shang Zhuo was a little unclear and asked, "is it worth doing this?"

He was silent and looked sideways at the Dragon Robe hanging on the screen in the inner hall. The dragon on it was really lifelike.

Outside came the voice of Zhang quanxuan reading the imperial edict.

"In honor of heaven, the emperor said in an imperial edict that I will live to the end of my life. The Royal guest of the dragon, King Xi (Wei Yi), the son of the Duke of the country, has a valuable character and is prepared for morality and filial piety. If I bow deeply, I will be able to overcome the great unification. After I ascend the throne, all civil and military officials and the people all over the world will abide by this edict and admire me." The last sound was accompanied by the sound of folk fireworks on New Year's Eve.