The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Daxuan, Tu Zhi's seventh year of autumn, looked outside the Worry Pavilion outside the city of Xuanjing.

It has been a month since Xiaoqi's reserve was established. During this period, Jiang Ran handled all the follow-up matters. Even in the past few days, Xiaoqi has begun to deal with government affairs.

The progress of the matter was simpler than expected. Perhaps it was because of the long period of studying with Emperor Xian, Xiao Qi learned very quickly, and now he has a look.

Today, Jiang Ran is finally approaching.

Early in the morning, Chen Fan was summoned into the palace, and the two of them talked for a long time before coming to Wangyou Pavilion again.

The place where this dream started.

Jiang Ran's face was haggard at this time, and he was still holding a cane, wearing a thick cloak, like an old man who was dying in the wind.

On the other hand, Chen Fan was just a thin black outfit, in sharp contrast with his pale hair, and also in sharp contrast with Jiang Ran beside him.

I think back then, the two were equally high-spirited teenagers, but how long has it passed now, they have become like this. It can only be said that the years are like knives, and knives make people grow old.

"Chen Fan, you and I stood here back then. You told me that you would end this troubled world with your own hands. You did it, but I, did you do it?"

Jiang Ran's voice was full of oldness, as if at the last moment of his life, he prayed for Chen Fan's forgiveness.

"You did it." Chen Fan said indifferently: "Seven years of hard work and governance of the whole country is very good. When I returned to Youzhou, I saw the prosperity and well-being of the people, and they all said you were good."

Chen Fan slowly turned his head, looked at Jiang Ran, and continued solemnly: "You are better than your father. You did everything he didn't do back then, you did it for him!"

"Father..." Jiang Ran muttered to himself: "Before he died, he once asked whether he was meritorious or demerit in his life. I didn't understand at the beginning, why should a person be judged by others, but I understand now. !"

"As an emperor, the things before him are the people of the world, and the things behind are for this sentence, it is merit or demerit!"

Taking a sigh of relief, a strange red wave appeared on Jiang Ran's face: "Chen Fan, goodbye, I hope you and I will be brothers, and I will be Daxuan in the next life!"

After all, a **** brought two glasses of wine, Chen Fan and Jiang Ran faced each other and drank them all!

After drinking a glass of wine, Jiang Ran slowly closed his eyes!

Chen Fan sighed, holding on to his brother, just like you and I were both teenagers, freshly clothed and angry, looking forward to the beautiful future in Xuanjing City.

It's a pity that now one person has passed away, leaving Chen Fan alone, which only arouses grief.

...

On September thirteenth in the seventh year of Tu Zhi, Jiang Ran fell to Wangyou Pavilion and was named Huidi. With the fall of Emperor Hui, he ended his seven-year emperor career.

The whole country mourned, and the people came to the Huidi Mausoleum to cry, fast and bathe, showing their respect.

On September 16th of the same year, the Empress succeeded to the throne and changed the name of the country to Shiyuan.

Meaning the first empress!

At the beginning of the throne, the situation may be a little turbulent, but the first decree issued was on the eighth day of October, the empress and Chen Fan were about to get married.

At the same time, Mu Wanrong and Zhuge Yun are among them. This love relationship that has spanned nearly ten years is finally about to usher in a perfect ending.

Li Chengfeng, Guo An, Wu Aiguo and others who were stationed immediately met and attended the funeral of Emperor Hui, while preparing to get together with Chen Fan during his wedding.

And Chen Fan also started a busy career because he had too many invitations to send.

His big wedding is afraid that it will be a national event. Some people can send someone to send invitations, but some people must go by Chen Fan.