Chapter 348： ambition

Not long after, the emperor's dragon chariot also appeared at Chengtianmen, and there was a thunderous shout again near the palace gate.

When the auspicious time arrived, the holy car set off from Chengtianmen on time, and the bright yellow flag representing the emperor was swaying in the wind at the front, and the sound of hunting.

The Imperial Guards in bronze helmets and iron armors had already cleared the road early, every ten steps, blocking the people who came to watch the fun on both sides of the street.

"Look, the emperor's dragon carriage is here!"

With a shout, the people boiled like boiling water.

From a distance, I could see the huge motorcade marching forward with great momentum, surrounded by the dragon carriages at the forefront. Wherever they passed, the people who crossed the road shouted long live, and the voices were full of people.

Accompanying him were two thousand soldiers of the Imperial Guard, who guarded the convoy around the convoy as airtight as iron barrels.

At first glance, all the people and carriages and horses are densely packed, and there is a lot of noise.

Gu Yanfei was still riding Fengyang's Zhu Lun Cha. Feng Yang was the emperor's aunt, and her status was naturally noble. Her Zhu Lun Cha was right behind Long Nian, and even Prince Zong Lingli's carriage was in line with her. Behind.

The holy car set off from the west gate of the capital, and was escorted by the Imperial Army all the way westward to the imperial mausoleum.

The Mausoleum of Emperor Dajing is located on a plain at the foot of Tianxi Mountain. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides. There is a river meandering in front of the mausoleum.

This is a treasure land of Feng Shui, or it was personally selected by the real person Tiangang as the Dajing Emperor Mausoleum.

When the holy car arrived at the foot of Tianxi Mountain, the sun had already set in the west.

According to the ceremonial schedule given by the Ministry of Rites, this sacrificial ceremony takes three days. On the afternoon of the first day, the earth-laying ceremony will be held before the big sacrificial ceremony.

This ritual of laying soil is like the folk custom of cultivating soil and building graves, and it is a respect for ancestors and gods.

The people didn't even have time to rest, so they rushed to the imperial mausoleum, and the guardian minister of the mausoleum was already on standby.

Most of the officials accompanying the car today have to wait outside the mausoleum gate and Longen gate. Only a few princes and important officials are authorized to accompany the emperor to the mausoleum gate. They are divided into left and right sides in front of Fangcheng.

Under the co-presidency of the Ministry of Rites and the Supervisor of Literacy, the emperor put on a yellow cloth to protect his shoes and walked up to the high treasured top in person. Pure land.

The whole ceremony was quite cumbersome. It was so quiet that there was almost no human voice for a mile or two. Only the rows of pines and cypresses planted in the imperial mausoleum swayed in the mountain wind, rustling one after another.

The atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

The princes and ministers kneeling below either looked at the emperor who was on the top of the treasure, or they looked at Fengyang who was standing at the front, with a bit of scrutiny in their eyes.

After rushing for a long time, Fengyang, who was bathed in the sunset, was in high spirits. His resolute eyes looked in the direction of Baoding, as if looking at the emperor, and seemed to penetrate the long years...

She is like a sword hidden in a sheath. She has clearly lost her edge, but it is impossible for people to ignore her existence.

She looked the same as when she was at Chengtianmen in the morning, without the slightest morbidity, which was in stark contrast to the few old ministers beside her who were kneeling profusely with sweat and exhaustion.

Xiao Shoufu, who was at the forefront of all the ministers, stared deeply at every change in Fengyang's expression, his eyes were deep and unspeakable.

He remained motionless in his kneeling posture, but the bottom of his eyes was unpredictable.

Several ministers in the rear secretly exchanged glances, some rejoiced, some regretted, and some sighed.

It seems that the eldest princess of Fengyang has really recovered from her illness, not that the deadline is approaching as previously rumored...

Time passed slowly in silence, and the sun gradually set in the west.

The ceremony was not over until the emperor had covered thirteen dans of soil. Immediately, the **** of the Sili Jian announced that the ceremony was over, and all the ministers greeted the emperor to leave in unison.

Following behind the emperor was Fengyang and a group of royal family members, while the officials kneeling on the ground got up one after another, turned around and bowed in the direction the emperor left.

Next, the officials should leave according to their grades, but Xiao Shoufu, who was standing in front of the officials, did not move, and the others naturally did not dare to move, so their eyes were all focused on Xiao Shoufu.

The left servant of the Ministry of Rites who presided over the ceremony coughed dryly and called out:

"First Assistant!"

However, Xiao Shoufu suddenly hadn't heard it, and muttered to himself, "It's not even a few hours away."

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

Xiao Shoufu's eyes became deeper, and the old things flashed through his mind in an instant. He thought of the old events that happened in the emperor's mausoleum 21 years ago, and then thought of what King Kang told him. There was a little bit of regret in the chaos.

If Fengyang was this time... that would be great!

Xiao Shoufu sighed in his heart, clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve, tried to calm down, and persuaded himself to be patient... A thousand threads turned into a kind of determination.

He slowly raised his head, his face did not reveal the slightest color, his eyes chased the backs of Gu Yanfei and Fengyang leaving, and finally landed on Fengyang's thin but tall backs.

As keen as Fengyang, she could naturally feel the burning gaze from behind, but she didn't look back or stop, so she walked through the mausoleum gate and the Long'en gate with Gu Yanfei so unhurriedly.

After arriving at the palace from the imperial mausoleum, the tired emperor went to the Taiji Palace in the middle, and the others also walked to their respective palaces under the guidance of the maids.

"Your Highness, Miss Gu, this way."

Ruosu walked at the forefront without rushing to lead Fengyang and Gu Yanfei.

In the evening of April, the oncoming evening wind brought a hint of coolness.

Gu Yanfei and Feng Yang strolled forward, their sleeves and skirts were puffed up by the wind, their skirts fluttered like butterflies, and even the hair on their temples was ruffled by the mountain wind.

This old man and the young man made gestures freely and freely, and the two of them seemed surprisingly harmonious when they stood together.

Fengyang has been to this palace many times. She doesn't like coming here. Every time she comes here, she will think of that night twenty-one years ago, when the palace was stained with blood.

But in order to worship the Taizu, she had to come every year.

As Feng Yang walked forward, he told Gu Yanfei about the past 21 years ago, which was engraved in her memory and would never fade: "At that time, the emperor had just passed away, and he left an edict to let me assist the government, The late emperor was unwilling to kill me..."

At that time, she was immersed in grief because of the death of the Great Ancestor, and she could not extricate herself from grief.

At that time, Fengyang still had a bit of a brother-in-law relationship with the late emperor, and she was also betting, hoping that the late emperor would not take the last step if he was thirsty.

But the late emperor still attacked her and surrounded the palace with his troops, but he was too timid to face her in person...

Fengyang's eyes were cold, and there was a faint storm, as if he had returned to that night.

Gu Yanfei is a well-behaved listener, quietly listening to Fengyang finish.

She couldn't help but feel curious, leaned over and whispered to Feng Yang: "Your Highness, I heard that the emperor planned to pass the throne to you when he was on the throne?"

Fengyang could hear that Gu Yanfei was just out of curiosity, smiled at the little girl, and raised his gray eyebrows, noncommittal.

Seeing that there was no displeasure on Feng Yang's face, Gu Yanfei blinked and asked again with a smile, "Don't you want it?"

Fengyang laughed loudly, with soft eyebrows and eyes, as if this was an extremely interesting question.

She raised her chin, looked up at the bright sunset sky, and said bluntly: "Of course."

"Who doesn't want this supreme position?!"

"I'm just a mortal, not a saint. I have greed and ambition."

Fengyang's words were too straight and candid. Ruosu, who was leading the way in front of her, was shocked. She suppressed the urge to turn back and continued to walk forward.

"That's right!" Gu Yanfei agreed and nodded.

Put yourself in the shoes, if it was her, she would also find it interesting to be an empress.

Fengyang didn't feel that he said anything shocking, his expression was calm, and two clusters of burning flames seemed to be burning in his eyes.

From the time she was born and sensible, Taizu taught her personally, taught her to read and write, and taught her to practice martial arts to strengthen her body. He told her that there is no way a woman is inferior to a man. As long as she has enough ability, she can go to the battlefield or stand above the hall.

She did not live up to Taizu's expectations. Taizu often said that she was the daughter he was most proud of.

She often heard from the military generals and ministers around Taizu that it was a pity that Fengyang was not a man, otherwise...

But Taizu never said such a thing.

In the twenty-ninth year of the Tianli calendar, when Taizu first proposed to abolish the crown prince and make her the crown princess for the first time in the court, Feng Yang was moved, and thought she would be a better prince than the previous emperor, but the group The ministers objected, and the Great Jing Dynasty was in crisis at that time, with internal and external troubles...

After a long time, Feng Yang pursed his lips slightly, and the wrinkles between his lips became deeper, as if he let out a heavy sigh from the depths of his chest, "Compared to the throne, what I want more is the prosperity of the great scenery and the peace of the people."

Said, Feng Yang's eyes were full of sadness and reminiscence, thinking about the various things when Taizu was alive in his mind, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is the country that Daddy single-handedly built."

Her life was magnificent.

She had witnessed the corruption and chaos of the previous dynasty when she was young;

She fought with Taizu when she was young, experienced troubled times, and experienced ruthless fighting on the battlefield;

When she was young and middle-aged, she watched the Taizu step by step to make the originally riddled country prosper...

She has seen a lot and experienced a lot, and she understands how difficult it was for Taizu to conquer this great landscape.

The world only sees Taizu's wise and martial arts, and only remembers the romantic and legendary stories of Taizu's life, but they don't know that Taizu made achievements in flesh and blood, and he doesn't know how many times he has experienced life and death crises on the battlefield, and his body is full of old wounds. In his later years, these old wounds tormented him deeply...

But Taizu has no regrets.

Feng Yang's whole body was enveloped by a mournful aura, her chest heaved violently, and a little bit of tears blurred her vision.

After walking for a while, she said again: "I once heard my father say that he hopes that the people of this country can have food and clothing for everyone, and no one will sell their sons and daughters again. County, he hopes that the average life expectancy of Dajing people can reach sixty years, he wants to build cement official roads between most towns and towns, and wants Dajing's sea boats to cross the ocean to another continent..."

Taizu still has many, many ideals that have not been realized. In the last few years of his life, he often said with emotion that if he could give him a few more years, he could do more...

Fengyang stopped abruptly, turned his head to look at Gu Yanfei, and the two looked at each other.

Fengyang said in a serious tone: "Yan Fei, I want the big scene to become such a big scene."

"Not for the throne in this district, constant internal worries, constant external troubles, repeating the mistakes of the previous dynasty, that is going backwards, not moving forward."

For the grand scene.

For the prosperous world in Daddy's mouth, she can give her everything.

Fengyang has always been very firm in his beliefs, and it was only shaken nine years ago when Gu Ce died in battle and Nanyue captured Yangzhou. Chu Yi had to be sent to Nanyue as a hostage.

Fortunately, everything did not develop to the point of being irreversible; fortunately, Dajing was able to return to the track that she and Taizu shared.

She believes that with the efforts of Jinshang and Chu Yi's father and son, the Dajing Dynasty will definitely be able to reach a higher level than the time of Taizu.

Fengyang's eyes are extremely firm, firm as a rock, unshakable.

Gu Yanfei stared at Fengyang deeply, and was convinced by the firm belief that she released all over her body at this moment.

She was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened slightly.

Fengyang looks like the decathlon senior sister from her sect.

Big Sister's temperament is also the same, her heart is as open as a vast star, and she is open to all rivers, regardless of personal gains and losses.

Gu Yanfei smiled happily, his brows and eyes were curved, and his pupils were sparkling.

Gu Yanfei hugged Feng Yang's arm affectionately, tapped Feng Yang's pulse calmly, continued walking, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, you are so beautiful!"

As good-looking as her big sister!

Fengyang looked at the little girl in confusion, always feeling that this girl suddenly jumped out.

"Your Highness, let me accompany you for dinner tonight."

Gu Yanfei smiled and walked with Fengyang to the southeast of the palace.

The two passed through gates and corridors with twists and turns, passing through a forest of flowers...I don't know how long they walked, but before the sunset was completely recorded, they came to Fengyang's palace.

Almost the moment he entered the main hall, Feng Yang staggered under his feet and fell forward.

Gu Yanfei was already holding Fengyang's left arm, and the other hand quickly helped her right shoulder. Ruosu, who was following behind the two, also responded quickly and held Fengyang's right arm.

"Your Highness." Ruosu whispered nervously.

Gu Yanfei and Ruo Su quickly helped Feng Yang to sit down on a chair next to her, and let her rest against a large welcoming pillow.

They all know that Fengyang has been able to sustain up to now only by relying on Gu Yanfei to pierce her with needles in the carriage all the way, and they managed to gather a burst of energy, and now the qi has finally vented.

The maid hurriedly poured tea and water for Fengyang, and Gu Yanfei pressed a few acupoints on Fengyang's hands and head.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the palace.

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