Outside the city, people rushed into the imperial capital, and there was a huge crowd in the capital.
The willow branches by the river swayed in the wind, and pedestrians on the street often stopped to watch the feasting and feasting.
No one sang songs on the flower boat by the river, but the ones guarding the flower boat were the royal guards.
Over the past thousands of years, the flower boats have been replaced one after another, but there has never been a singer to play or sing.
There seemed to be a barrier surrounding the ship building, and even the wind could not blow into the ship building.
No one knows the reason, only that it seems to be a royal tradition for thousands of years.
It looks very dramatic, but people in the city seem to have long been accustomed to it...
A scholar who came to Beijing to take the exam looked at the strange scene in confusion, turned to the person next to him and asked: "Why are these imperial guards guarding this ship building?"
"Is this boathouse any different?"
Next to the scholar was another person from the capital. He heard the scholar's question and turned to look at the ship building, "Have you ever heard of a sentence?"
The scholar was confused, "What are you talking about?"
The scholars in the capital smiled and shook their heads, "Scholars from all over the world come from Jiangnan!"
The scholar frowned, seeming to be somewhat resistant to this sentence.
He is not a scholar from Jiangnan, but this sentence seems to say that only scholars from Jiangnan are talented people.
The scholars in the capital saw the scholar's unhappy expression and immediately laughed.
"This sentence is not what you understand."
"Rather, it means that the only scholar in the world is the scholar who came out of Jiangnan!"
There is no scholar in the world who can compare to the scholar from Jiangnan!
This time, the scholar understood.
He smiled bitterly and glanced at his friend in the capital with a somewhat dissatisfied look, "You should have told me earlier."
"There should be no one in this world who can even dream of surpassing the rumored person."
That person has been dead for thousands of years, but the world is still under the influence of that person's existence.
The "Four Sentences from the Imperial Palace" have always been praised by scholars all over the world as the ultimate ambition of a scholar!
"But, what does this have to do with this boat building?" the scholar asked again.
The scholar in the capital obviously knew a lot more than outsiders. He turned his head to look at the ship building and bowed deeply to it.
"Because, after that person died, he didn't even leave any bones behind..."
"The common people felt his kindness and set up many longevity tablets for him. And this ship building was set up by a piano fairy after he returned."
"She said he actually liked the excitement."
"This is the easiest place to see the prosperity of the capital..."
The brief words seemed to be filled with the Qin Immortal's feelings for the deceased person.
"Where is the piano fairy?" the scholar asked again.
The people in the capital sighed, "It is said that after the death of that person, the strings of the harp's harp were broken, and he never played music again in his life."
"There is a rumor in the world that someone once told her: Being in white clothes will ruin your life! But she was happy with it..."
"Now he has disappeared..."
The scholar looked towards the ship building and seemed to see a world full of regrets.
A person pretends to be in his homeland and in the world, but the Qinxian who admires him can only look at his back, silently admiring his heavenly appearance from a distance.
All the love between children has become everything they have to give up for this world.
The scholar bowed deeply to the ship building. This bow was not only to the deceased person, but also to the infatuated piano fairy.
"It's so poignant..."
The scholar in the capital sighed and turned to look at the troubled streets, "Yes, but in today's world, besides scholars, how many people can remember him..."
From secular generation to generation, the white clothes were recorded in ancient books.
But how many people can remember his appearance?
A thousand years is not long, but it is not short either... A thousand years is enough to obliterate too many scenery.
The scholar was stunned for a long time, and then sighed.
"Let's go, spring is about to begin..."
The scholars in the capital nodded and the two left.
The crowds on the streets are still bustling, but they seem to be even more lively in recent days.
It was spring, and there were many more literati on the streets of the capital. Some are here to watch the excitement, and some are here to admire the miracle of Huangbang.
Literati are romantic and more susceptible to sentimentality...
No one noticed, but one person looked at the flower boat on the riverside, sighed slightly, and then disappeared into the crowd...
...
In the court hall of the imperial palace, the mighty and somewhat old Emperor Ying, who was dressed in a dragon robe, sat high on the dragon chair. His expression of calmness and composure revealed his ability to transform into gods.
All the ministers stood in the hall, looking up at the Emperor Ying on the dragon throne.
Everyone could see the Emperor Ying who was clinging to the throne and could tell that their Emperor was very tired.
The fatigue between the eyebrows can be felt by all officials.
Emperor Ying looked at the ministers in the palace, and the servants on the side shouted: "If you have the original intention to start the memorial, if you don't have the original intention, withdraw from the court."
As the words fell, the official from the Ministry of Rites came out and bowed to Emperor Ying, "I have my own memorial."
Emperor Ying looked at the official of the Ministry of Etiquette and nodded.
The official of the Ministry of Rites immediately spoke: "It is spring now, and everyone in the world has arrived. Please give me your Majesty's permission."
The title of Chunwei was often changed temporarily in response to the emperor's meeting in previous years.
This year, the Ministry of Rites will simply ask directly!
Ying Huang took a deep breath and seemed to remember something. With a lingering sadness in his eyes, he shook his head tiredly.
"You, the Ministry of Rites, can make your own decision."
"According to the order." The official of the Ministry of Rites retreated again.
The palace fell into silence again. Emperor Ying took a deep breath and looked at the ministers, "Is there any memorial?"
The ministers exchanged glances, and then looked at an old minister.
The old minister walked tremblingly in front of the emperor and knelt down slightly towards the emperor, "Old minister, I still have this memorial!"
Ying Huang looked at the old minister and seemed to know what the old minister wanted to say.
Whenever this old minister kneels down, he always says the same thing...
Emperor Ying frowned slightly, but still sighed, "Xu Qing, please get up and talk."
The old minister shook his head, still kneeling in the hall, and said loudly to Emperor Ying.
"Emperor Jing Yan has brought peace to the world for thousands of years. His Majesty has been in charge of the people and the people's livelihood is prosperous."
"However, in these years, His Majesty has never established a crown prince, which has made the people of the world uneasy..."
"The establishment of a crown prince is a policy to stabilize the people. I would like to ask your Majesty to establish a crown prince."
After the old minister finished speaking, the palace fell into silence again.
Emperor Ying didn't speak for a long time, he just looked at His Highness, the old minister, coldly...
All the ministers also stood up one after another and shouted in unison, "Your Majesty, please appoint a prince!"
Emperor Ying looked at the ministers' "pressing the palace" and sneered, "You asked me to establish the crown prince, then who do you think I should establish as the crown prince?"
As everyone knows, Emperor Ying is the father of Emperor Jingyan thousands of years ago.
But after he was born to a princess a thousand years ago, he had no heirs in the past thousand years...
If you want to establish a heirloom, the only one who can do it is the princess.
It’s just that the princess has been missing all these years...
The old minister who was kneeling looked up at Emperor Ying tremblingly, and said with a wry smile.
"I am not a pedantic person. Your Majesty may be able to recall the princess and make her your heir apparent!"
