Although Shen Yao looks gentle and delicate, and looks weak, in fact, her martial arts skills are not weak, and she can at least be ranked among the top five in the circle of noble ladies in Kyoto. With her as his helper, Shen Zhuo's score soon turned from defeat to victory.
Tiansheng has always advocated that having more children will bring happiness. The prerequisite for having many children and happiness is that a woman's body must be strong. Therefore, princes and noble families would let their daughters learn some martial arts, firstly, for self-defense, and secondly, for physical fitness.
Shen Zhuo had been pampered since she was a child, and she was the most lazy. She would skip any training that was difficult or tiring. Therefore, among the noble girls of noble families, as long as it was related to competition, she would be at the bottom.
In the small garden where they played kettle, there was a tall plane tree. Shen Zhuo sat under the tree, leisurely watching a few people playing in the pot not far away.
The phoenix trees in June are in full bloom, the trees are full of light purple, and the flowers are in full bloom. When the breeze picks up, the sycamore flowers scatter and fall all over the courtyard, showing a sense of leisure and contentment under the clear summer light.
Shen Zhuo suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if it had appeared countless times in his dreams.
Not in a dream. Shen Zhuo remembered that it was in the previous life.
There is also a sycamore tree in Cangwu Courtyard, the main courtyard of Prince Duan's Mansion, which was planted by Shen Zhuo himself.
Every year when the flowers are in full bloom, she likes to sit under the tree, invite friends to drink wine, chat and gossip, and then watch the sycamore flowers falling into pieces and falling to the ground.
Shen Zhuo couldn't help but sigh slightly. I don’t know if anyone will still take care of the sycamore trees in Cangwu Courtyard after her death.
The thirteenth year of Yuanjing
The weather is extremely cold. Even in summer, the temperature is much cooler than in previous years. Although the weather is very cool, the parasol flowers are still blooming as scheduled.
When the parasol flowers were in full bloom, Xiao Yi held a grand ceremony to proclaim himself emperor.
In the six years after he unified Asia's ancient continent, Xiao Yi suppressed several rebellions with iron-blooded tactics.
The invincible strength and relentless bloodshed make the resisters disappear completely and the losers completely surrender.
In the thirteenth year of Yuanjing, Xiao Yi truly completely ruled the Yagu Continent. The Ministry of Rites planned to hold a grand ceremony for Xiao Yi to proclaim himself emperor this year.
The grand ceremony of proclaiming himself emperor was unprecedented. All the monarchs of the twenty-three countries on the Yagu Continent came to Kyoto to congratulate Xiao Yi and signed to confirm their status as vassal states. Xiao Yi was regarded as the only monarch on the Yagu Continent.
Xiao Yi was sitting on the dragon chair in the Tai Chi Hall, wearing a crown with twelve rows of beads, a black and gold crown, and embroidered with colorful dragon pictures. They all showed their teeth and claws, and they had an unparalleled majesty, but they could not suppress him at all. Strong momentum of its own.
The older he gets, the more reserved Xiao Yi becomes.
At this moment, he was like a heavy sword made of cold iron. It didn't reveal any edge, but its coercion was breathtaking. There were hundreds of people in the palace, but no one dared to look directly at him.
Xiao Yi watched calmly as everyone in the palace shouted long live for him and paid homage to him. The four words "lonely person" suddenly floated through Xiao Yi's mind.
He was sitting alone on a high platform, surrounded by nothing but the wind, and there wasn't even a teacup on the case book in hand. He suddenly felt empty in his heart.
Seeing thousands of people coming to court and hundreds of countries surrendering, he fought on the battlefield for more than ten years and finally got his long-cherished wish. He felt extremely proud in his heart. He really wanted to hold someone's hand, share his joy and glory with someone, and also want someone to praise him.
But where did that person go? Where has the person he wanted gone?
His brain suddenly throbbed, and Xiao Yi felt as if a thin layer of blood mist appeared in front of his eyes, and there was a buzzing in his ears.
The people below the high platform shouted "Long live" like a tsunami. On the high platform, Xiao Yi's eyes were slightly narrowed, his expression was indifferent, and his clear-cut face showed no emotion or anger.
More than a dozen steps mark out the heavenly river of power, with one side of the sky and one side of all sentient beings.
From today on, Xiao Yi becomes the only emperor in the entire Yagu.
"Which palace is your Majesty going to tonight?" Lin Feifeng asked as she sat in front of the dressing table and asked someone to remove the hairpin.
"Back to the queen, your majesty has left the palace to take care of the palace." Baolai, the chamberlain, hurriedly replied.
"Going to the palace again?" Lin Feifeng frowned.
Today is an auspicious day for the emperor's proclaiming ceremony. According to palace regulations, Xiao Yi should come to Fengkun Palace and sleep with the emperor and empress.
Lin Feifeng waited for a long time but no one was seen. She thought that some concubine used charming tricks to seduce him away, but she didn't expect that Xiao Yi had left the palace.
Prince Duan's Mansion was Xiao Yi's residence before he ascended the throne. Although he moved into the palace after he ascended the throne, Prince Duan's Mansion was still managed as usual. Occasionally, he would return to the palace to stay.
However, in recent years, Xiao Yi's visits to Prince Duan's Mansion have become more and more frequent, and he actually spent most of January staying at the Prince's Mansion.
I really don’t know whether his home is a royal palace or a palace. If it hadn't been for the Lin family's repeated investigations, Lin Feifeng would have suspected that Xiao Yi was hiding a woman in the palace.
At this time, the lights in Prince Duan's Mansion were bright and there were many people moving around, but it was very quiet.
"Bang~~~Bang~~~" The sound of banging during the watch could be heard clearly from the street into the inner courtyard.
In Cangwu Courtyard, Jiang Ning reminded Xiao Yi in a low voice: "Your Majesty, it's already the second watch, it's time to rest."
Xiao Yi sat upright in front of the desk. Hearing this, he turned his head impatiently and said, "Where is my sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"
Jiang Ning's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't ordered the sweet-scented osmanthus brew before.
Jiang Ning secretly raised her eyes to look at Xiao Yi.
There was a big banquet today. Jiang Ning knew that Xiao Yi drank a lot of wine, but she looked at Xiao Yi's straight figure and the hand holding the scroll firmly. Doesn't it seem like you're drunk?
"This old slave will tell the imperial kitchen to prepare." Jiang Ning bowed.
"Why do you need to prepare it in the imperial dining room?" Xiao Yi frowned and looked at Jiang Ning with an unkind look.
"Ah?" Jiang Ning was at a loss. If he didn't let the imperial kitchen prepare it, then who should prepare it?
"I am proclaimed emperor today." Xiao Yi suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, with a hint of pride in his eyes.
Jiang Ning was even more confused. Yes, Your Majesty has proclaimed himself emperor today, and everyone in the world knows it.
Xiao Yi glared at Jiang Ning, his eyes seemed to become fierce, and his words suddenly changed: "So, where is my sweet-scented osmanthus brew?"
Because Xiao Yi was staring at him, Jiang Ning noticed that Xiao Yi's eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and his eyes were faintly glowing with blood.
Jiang Ning's heart trembled and she quickly lowered her head.
Jiang Ning suddenly remembered the past, and couldn't help but feel horrified, and her hands and feet couldn't stop trembling.
When Shen Zhuo was still Princess Duan, whenever Xiao Yi won a battle or received a reward from the late emperor, Shen Zhuo would always make Xiao Yi a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus wine to celebrate.
Only then did Jiang Ning realize that the sweet-scented osmanthus wine Xiao Yi wanted was the sweet-scented osmanthus wine made by Shen Zhuo himself.
Shen Zhuo's method of making sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing was unique. She once proudly showed off everywhere that her sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing was unique in the world and would not be eaten by anyone except Xiao Yi. This is indeed the case, Xiao Yi will not let anyone touch his sweet-scented osmanthus brew.
Jiang Ning was really on the verge of crying now. He felt that he was afraid that his life would not be saved.
Queen Shen has been dead for nine years... Where can he go to find the sweet-scented osmanthus wine that Xiao Yi wants!
When Jiang Ning was at his wits' end, a word from Han Qing, the old housekeeper of the palace, saved his life.
"Eunuch Jiang, have you forgotten that Cherry is still in the house?"
Yingtao was one of Shen Zhuo's personal maids. Because she got married early and was married to a steward of the outer courtyard of the palace, she did not follow Shen Zhuo into the palace and stayed in Prince Duan's palace.
Sakura, who had rested for a long time, was forced to wake up. After hearing Jiang Ning's request, she looked shocked: "Your Majesty wants to drink the princess's sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"
After repeated confirmations, Cherry hesitated again and again, and finally plucked up the courage to go to the kitchen.
It was not until almost dawn that Xiao Yi waited for the sweet-scented osmanthus wine he wanted.
When Jiang Ning brought the hot sweet-scented osmanthus wine into the room, she saw Xiao Yi still sitting upright in front of the desk, upright and motionless.
A strange feeling flashed through Jiang Ning's heart. His Majesty seemed different from the past today.
Hearing someone entering the room, Xiao Yi turned his head, blinked, stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Jiang Ning's hand for a while, and suddenly smiled: "My sweet-scented osmanthus wine."
As he said this, Xiao Yi grabbed the bowl and drank it with his head raised.
Even though Jiang Ning had watched Xiao Yi grow up and was used to Xiao Yi's appearance, she was still dazzled by this smile and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
He secretly sighed: Your Majesty truly deserves the title of the most beautiful man in Tiansheng. No wonder in the past, no matter how angry Queen Shen was, as long as her majesty smiled, nine points of Queen Shen's anger would disappear.
Xiao Yi looked satisfied after drinking the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and walked briskly to the inner room. Then Jiang Ning heard a "bang".
Jiang Ning hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, only to see Xiao Yi lying straight on the bed, his eyes closed slightly, his breathing long, and he actually fell asleep.
"You're still drunk." Jiang Ning let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Why is Your Majesty so weird today?"
He was obviously drunk, but he held on all night just to drink a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed rice. Jiang Ning stood silently in front of the collapse and sighed.
Over the years, Jiang Ning had vaguely discovered that Xiao was sometimes a little off. For example, today, he behaved strangely, with vague signs of madness.
When Xiao Yi woke up the next day, it was already bright.
He opened his eyes and didn't get up in a hurry. There was a grand ceremony yesterday, but there is no need to go to court today. Xiao Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the silk quilt that was crumpled into a ball in his arms. It still smelled slightly fishy, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.
Although he drank too much yesterday, he still remembered what he had done. He's not a bad drinker.
Shen Zhuo never concealed her obsession with Xiao Yi's appearance, which made Xiao Yi quite troubled and even a little shameless, so he also avoided Shen Zhuo intentionally or unintentionally.
But Shen Zhuo has always been bold, and he didn't know where he learned this crooked trick, so he dared to add medicine to his sweet-scented osmanthus wine.
As soon as the sweet-scented osmanthus wine was in his mouth, Xiao Yi noticed something was wrong. But facing Shen Zhuo's shining eyes full of hope, he still drank the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in one breath. I thought to myself, this amount can't make a big mistake. Then came an extremely chaotic night, so chaotic that he still had heart palpitations from time to time for more than a month.
After that, every time Shen Zhuo brought sweet-scented osmanthus wine, he would drink it without changing his expression, pretending not to know anything about it. After more than ten years, he had actually become immune to the tiny amount of medicine, but the nights after drinking the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed wine became more chaotic every time.
It's been a long time since he drank sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed rice. Even though he achieved great achievements, he never got the bowl of sweet soup he wanted.
Xiao Yi stood up and stood in front of the window, silently looking at the sycamore trees in the courtyard, one of which was in full bloom. After a long time, Xiao Yi said slowly:
"The sycamore flowers are blooming very well."
"reward."
