Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

After everything settled down, in order to change Qian Zuisheng's situation with Crescent Moon.

What's more, it is to lock all power in the cage of the system and create a peaceful and prosperous world where the people are the masters of the country.

Jiang Xianjing took the lead in carrying out a series of drastic reforms.

The first thing to do is to reduce the power of the clan.

But Jiang Xian's stride was too big, and the courtiers couldn't accept it for a while.

Although the voices of dissatisfaction come and go, they are still controllable.

Both Qian Zuisheng and Jiang Xianjing knew that Jun Qing was not expected to be the crown prince.

His temper had already followed Jiang Jimin's, he was too soft-hearted.

Being led away by Qi Ying again, she appears cowardly and timid, sometimes not as decisive as Ari.

On the other hand, Aptorum...

Be upright and be decisive.

Most importantly, he never took pride in his royal blood.

Instead, he walked on thin ice, often introspected, and took the people of the world as his own responsibility.

Qian Zuisheng has been wise in everything since he ascended the throne, but whenever he encounters Jiang Xianjing, he is always cautious.

Therefore, the position of the crown prince has been pending.

In the third year of Chenghuan, Jiang Xianjing personally drafted the imperial decree and canonized Zhilin as the crown prince.

The former Jiangling veteran strongly opposed it.

The palace walls are dense, the rainstorm is pouring, the iron certificates of Dan Shu are placed in a high cabinet, the gate of the palace is dark and kneeling, and the civil and military officials of the court are weeping and dying.

"The subjugated slave Jiang Xianjing, treason for glory, disloyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, His Majesty ruled the Central Plains, founded the country and ascended the throne. This is a great cause through the ages, and it cannot be destroyed in the hands of such despicable villains..."

In the dense rain curtain, a carriage slowly drove up, and the waiter's rings were tinkling, dazzling.

The carriage reached the corridor, and a pale and thin hand came out holding the curtain.

The visitor was thin and tall, with a brocade white robe and a fiery red cloak that was spotless.

Li Guan Zhaohe's eyes were about to burst, he wanted to pounce on him and eat his flesh and bones: "Monster, do you still dare to come?"

Jiang Xianjing smiled slightly, and looked down at him calmly: "Why are you so angry? With His Majesty's protection, I won't be able to collapse for a while."

"you!"

"Shameless." "What?" Jiang Xian bent down in shock.

"I have nothing to say to a monster like you..."

Zhaohe hadn't finished speaking, but was interrupted by Jiang Xianjing, "What should I do, but I have something to say to Mr. Zhao."

Qi Xiang tilted his head in disgust, Jiang Xianjing had already bent down: "Huangquan Road, Mr. Zhao must make it easy to walk!"

"you?!"

The next moment, Jiang Xian took a half step back in shock, with a broken arrow pierced in his lower abdomen, and blood gushing out, he stretched out his fingers weakly, pointing at Zhaohe: "Master Zhao, you..."

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the rolling thunder is like a golden spear and iron horse. The young and vigorous Emperor Chenghuan Qian Zuisheng sat alone in the resplendent and magnificent hall.

The brocade robe was blown rustlingly, even more bleak than the west wind.

After an unknown amount of time, Qian Zuisheng looked around the empty palace and uttered a word loudly:

"kill!"

"Your Majesty, the death of my minister is not a pity, but if the remnants of the Jiangling Kingdom and the Jiangxian Jing that harmed the country and the people are not eliminated, the world will never have peace. Your Majesty, Your Majesty... I am wronged... Your...

With a muffled sound, the shouting stopped abruptly, and the ritual official Showa was decapitated.

Qian Zuisheng scanned the crowd: "Do you have any objections?"

Civil and military officials prostrated themselves on the ground, silent as if chilling.

Qian Zuisheng leaned back on the dragon chair, repeatedly rubbing the poisoned arrow in his hand, Gao Hong, the chief internal officer, held his breath, for fear that the arrow would pierce Emperor Chenghuan's pale fingers.

"Your Majesty..." A little eunuch crawled in and crawled in, prostrating on the ground, "Wake up, wake up..."

Before he finished speaking, a white shadow flashed past, and Qian Zuisheng had already strode towards the inner hall.

Gao Hong walked up to the little apprentice and kicked him in dissatisfaction: "Get out of here quickly, how unbecoming is it to be in such a panic."

As footsteps approached, the person on the couch suddenly coughed into his chest.

"Xian Jing..." Qian Zuisheng stepped forward quickly, holding the pale and thin hands in the tent, "How is it?"

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Xianjing replied lightly, "The courtier has retreated?"

Qian Zuisheng nodded: "Yes..."

Jiang Xian heaved a sigh of relief and fell back into the bedding.

Qian Zuisheng turned around and gave the imperial doctor who was trembling on the ground a hard look.

The imperial physician was dripping with cold sweat, his body was shaking like chaff: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Pretending to be drunk is a strange poison in the world, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."

"Pull it out!"

"Drunk sound..." Jiang Xianjing held Jiang Xianjing's hand, "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, don't kill for me in vain."

Qian Zuisheng's eyes were burning red, and he stared blankly at Jiang Xianjing. Jiang Xianjing winked at Gao Hong, and the valet retreated instantly.

Jiang Xian's chest vibrated in shock, but the cough did not overflow.

Qian Zuisheng wanted to pull him into his arms, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only wrap his cold hands tightly into his arms.

"Zhaohe's death is not a pity..." Jiang Xianjing finally stopped coughing, "But the Zhao family cannot be destroyed. Although Zhaoqing is mediocre and incompetent, Zhaoqian is a malleable talent."

Jiang Xian couldn't help trembling in shock: "I serve thousands of guests everywhere, and it's time for me to employ people...cough cough..."

Qian Zuisheng stared at the emaciated person in front of him, lost all three souls: "I know, I know, Xian Jing... Xian Jing..."

His throat was hoarse, like a burning fire.

"If the name is not right, then the words will not be right. Drunk voice, I...cough cough..."

Jiang Xian was startled by fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and he sighed after a while, "Don't feel sorry for me..."

"Snapped……"

A failed flower branch fell to the ground near the window, startling a puddle of clear and shallow water.

"Nu Yi." Qian Zuisheng ordered Nu Yi in a deep voice, and gently rolled up his sleeves.

"Ah Xiang, I'm not here, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, you just need to tell me what to do. If Xian Jing is gone, what use is my immortal body?"

On the morning of the third day, Jiang Xian opened his eyes in shock.

Qian Zuisheng was lying side by side on the dragon couch with him, both of them had two identical wounds on their wrists.

The wound healed quickly, and the blood scab fell off, leaving only two light red marks, which will disappear soon.

But that pair of hands supporting each other will never be separated.

In the 13th year of Emperor Chenghuan, Qian Zuisheng abdicated.

Qianzhilin ascended the throne and changed the country's name to Sili.

Thinking about raccoons for 30 years, there are rumors in the market.

A ship ran aground in the East China Sea. The captain and sailors were rescued by a married couple.

Those two people had black hair like a waterfall, their white clothes were more snowy than snow, and their red clothes were glistening, they looked exactly like Emperor Cheng Huan and the former prince Jiang Xianjing.

If it weren't for the age mismatch, the sailor and the captain would have thought they had met a fairy.

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