The Heart of the God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 82
After some time, Jin Yan's health has improved.

The next morning, at the Golden Luan Hall.

Ze Huanian was wearing a long-sleeved dark green court dress. His narrow waist was tied into a curve by a black leather belt. His long black hair was tied up with a gold and jade crown, swaying slightly behind him.

In full view of everyone, he walked down from his position next to the dragon couch, stood side by side with the ministers, then knelt on the ground and shouted: "Your Majesty, your Majesty!"

Since the empress officially took power.

The son of heaven is bright yellow, the color of an emperor.

The twelve Yu crowns hang down slightly, blocking the sky.

Jin Yan sat high on the dragon chair, which symbolized the Nine-Fifth Supreme Being. Her delicate face was expressionless, and there was already a faint sense of majesty between her slightly childish eyebrows.

The minister at the bottom, Wu Yangyang, knelt on the ground, and everyone shouted in unison: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live——"

The empress slightly raised her hand.

"All the gentlemen are flat."

Qingliang's somewhat soft voice sounded, but there was no emotion in it, and it was even more frightening.

Standing in front of the white marble steps, Eunuch Li sang loudly: "If you have a foundation, you can start playing, but if you don't have a foundation, you can retreat."

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Morning ends soon,

In the imperial study room, Jin Yan took out the paper marked with the map and stroked the lines on it with her fingertips.

The red lips opened and closed: "Let's go together to fulfill my father's last wish."

Standing aside, Ze Huanian was rarely joking, nodded, and began to send people to prepare for the emperor's trip.

Fortunately, Heiyi rescued them in time, and with proper post-processing, the bodies of the two were preserved intact.

This also has today's travel.

When Jin Yan arrived at the location shown on the map, she was surprised to find that there were peach trees all over the mountains and plains.

It's a pity that winter is approaching, and there are only some bare branches left.

The old man guarding the foot of the mountain caught a glimpse of the bright yellow dragon robe and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, I have been waiting for you. Please go this way."

His voice was not as strong as a normal man's, but rather sharp. As expected, he was a father-in-law.

From what he said, it turned out that the first emperor had planned everything long ago, and arranged for him to wait here ten years ago, and then bring the people from the palace to the position that had been chosen long ago.

It was under a huge ginkgo tree halfway up the mountain, surrounded by peach trees, and it must be a beautiful scenery when the flowers bloom in spring.

When the guards arrived at their destination, they began to perform their duties.

Jin Yan took Ze Huanian's hand and walked to the high place step by step along the path, where he could just see the busy scene below.

They are putting the jade coffin carved from jade into the pit.

The empress raised her snow-white arm and pointed to that location. There was a hint of sadness in her delicate eyes, and she said leisurely: "Let's come and see them often in the future."

Ze Huanian leaned a little to the side, held her other hand hanging around her waist, and nodded slightly.

"We will never repeat their tragedy, and I will always be with His Majesty."

In places he didn't notice, Jin Yan's vision was a little dazed, the light in her pupils began to fade, and there was a trace of almost invisible pain flashing inside.

This body is not her own after all. Ever since she used that power, her body functions have begun to weaken. I am afraid that within a few years...

When she thought of this, Jin Yan shook her head and withdrew from her thoughts.

Pretending to be nothing, leaning on Ze Huanian: "It just so happens that the following is almost over, let's go back, don't forget that your empress ceremony will be in two days."

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　　how to say?This book's performance is indeed very poor.

　　But the author will not give up.

　　Tomorrow is the second plane, the little mermaid, someone appraised it, it is very good.

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(End of this chapter)