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The ministers came to the main hall, thinking that the emperor would not attend court today, so they gathered in groups of three or four to talk about Prime Minister Song, whose death looked horrible.

"Your Majesty is here!" But the eunuch's sharp voice scared away their time of slacking off.

"Long live His Majesty!" The ministers knelt down and shouted slogans obediently.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, supporting his head with his hands, looking at the ministers, both strange and familiar, below.

How could he possibly live forever? He was only thirty-four, but he felt like he was dying.

He felt that the ministers had shouted in the wrong direction, so he didn't want them to get up.

However, the emperor still confirmed it again and did so because Jiang Yan was not there.

He also didn't want to die in an ugly way.

After kneeling for about half an hour, the ministers were sweating all over the floor. Noticing that the emperor did not ask them to stand up, they all wondered if the emperor had fallen asleep.

The emperor did yawn, and seeing that some of the older people were swaying, he mercifully asked them to stand up.

But after kneeling for too long, some people really couldn't get up.

Some ministers who stood up fell down as soon as they stood up.

The emperor watched this scene as if he were watching a circus, and suddenly felt that life was not so boring after all.

But there's no point in thinking about it now, he's almost dead.

Forget it, these ministers still have to work!

Daqing could survive without him as an emperor, but not without them.

Emperor Daqing originally planned to take the ministers away with him, but suddenly decided to let them go.

The ministers didn't know that they had already walked on the brink of death.

The ministers reported as usual and the emperor listened as usual, but the morning court was delayed by half an hour.

After court, the emperor suddenly felt like taking a walk in the Imperial Garden. He realized that he had been emperor for so long but had never taken good care of the Imperial Garden.

While strolling around, he met several concubines in the harem. The emperor suddenly found that it was quite interesting to be the object of jealousy among a group of women.

It’s a pity that he is dying soon. How come he only realizes that life is beautiful now?

As night fell, Jiang Yan walked before the emperor as if he was walking in an empty space.

After a satisfying dinner, the emperor sat on the steps in front of the main hall waiting for him.

The temperature was still a little cool at night, and a clever little eunuch even put a cloak on the emperor.

The emperor tightened his cloak and suddenly felt that he had been too cruel in the past. He had killed so many eunuchs. It was a pity. No wonder his reign as emperor came to an end.

There are so many stars in the sky. I have never had a good look at them. Now, I have no regrets.

The emperor couldn't stop sighing, and Jiang Yan stood a few steps away from him and looked at him.

"Are you leaving so soon, my dear Jiang?" The emperor asked Jiang Yan with a smile. Jiang Yan looked at his miserable appearance and remained unmoved.

"I'm really a failure, right?"

Jiang Yan still didn't answer him.

"It seems that you agree. I used to be puzzled. It is obvious that your Jiang family is more suitable to be the emperor. Why didn't you rebel for so many years? Today, I suddenly understand that there are so many wonderful lives to experience. What's the point of being an emperor?"

"I am like a frog in a well, trapped in the palace for so many years."

"No, I was wrong. I was trapped by pride and prejudice. What trapped me was my ridiculous self."

The emperor laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

No matter what, as an emperor he has all the dignity that an emperor should have.

Jiang Yan told the emperor the purpose of his visit only after he finished his rambling.

Jiang Yan did come to see him off, and also told him that the next emperor had already been chosen, and he was his own son.

"Why don't you become the emperor yourself?" The emperor was extremely puzzled. Since he had done so much, why didn't he become the emperor himself?

Jiang Yan: "What's so good about being an emperor?"

Yes, what's so good about being an emperor? The emperor laughed again. He took the pill that Jiang Yan had someone hand over and swallowed it without blinking.

"Will you always protect Daqing?" the emperor asked Jiang Yan before returning to the palace.

Jiang Yan affirmed: "Yes."

The emperor was satisfied and strode towards his death.

When the emperor passed away, the whole country of Daqing was in mourning, and all kinds of festive events such as weddings were suspended.

Soon after, a new emperor came to the throne.

The new emperor was a man who knew his limits. Apart from attending court and reviewing memorials, he just lived his own life.

From the very beginning, he lived the life his father had wanted before he died.

Later, the emperor also became the mascot of the Daqing Dynasty. After more and more territories were incorporated into Daqing, the emperor even had to travel to various places to give speeches from time to time.

Of course, this is a follow-up.

On the night before the emperor's death, which was also the night Prime Minister Song was killed, Xu Yuan, who had already figured out everything about the capital, blew up the organization's former lair after Prime Minister Song entered the palace.

There happened to be a brothel in the capital.

Because the emperor and Prime Minister Song's men suffered heavy casualties, the organization's people have recently been allowed to stay in their old nest.

There were not many customers in the brothel. Everyone in the capital was in danger, so how could they dare to go out and drink?

This made it easier for Xu Yuan to operate. He used his familiarity with the other party's behavior to lead the man into a closed room, and then used flour to deal with the people who followed him.

The remaining people, Xu Yuan and the people brought by Jiang Er, broke through one by one and destroyed the entire organization before Prime Minister Song got into trouble.

So when the Prime Minister's wife learned the news the next day and wanted to ask the organization to take revenge, she found that they were powerless to save the situation.

Even the groom and his family in the mansion ran away.

Later, the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion ran away with most of the property in the chaos, and in the end the Prime Minister was hastily buried.

After finishing the work in the capital, Xu Yuan handed the information in his hand to Jiang Er and returned to the valley.

By the time Jiang Yan had finished dealing with matters in the capital, it was already the summer solstice.

The rice in the valley has already sprouted, and the trees are full of plums, apricots and peaches.

Xu Ning, Xu Yuan and the women of the Pei and Xu families were picking fruits with baskets under the trees, preparing to make various fruit wines.

Xu Ning picked a larger plum, wiped it on his clothes, put it in his mouth and bit it, and the juice burst out.

"Oh my, it's so sour!" Xu Ning's whole face wrinkled up because of the sourness.

"Pfft, Ningning, you look like a steamed bun!" Pei Jiao also picked a plum and put it in her mouth, biting it and continued: "It looks like a fat steamed bun with a few wrinkles on it!"

"Hahaha"

"You know what, they really look alike!" Old Mrs. Xu also teased.

Xu Ning protested, holding the uneaten plum in her hand and chasing after Pei Jiao with her other hand to hit her.

Pei Jiao dodged it with a light flash, and did not forget to provoke: "Oh, it seems that I was right, you see, Baozi is still angry!"

"Ahhh Sister Pei, shut up! You are Baozi!" Xu Ning said angrily, and his angry look was really no different from Baozi's.

Old Lady Xu and the others couldn't help shaking their heads as they watched the two people playing around. Old Lady Xu said helplessly: "They are still childish."

Zhang: "Mom, these plums are so sour. Besides making wine, they should be good for making preserved fruits."

"Meat stewed with preserved fruits is also delicious!" Pei Dazhuang raised his hand.

"Grandma, let's have sour plum duck for lunch!" Xu Ning chased Pei Jiao and yelled over here.

"Okay, let's eat sour plum duck! I can't do anything about you!"