80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Dachun came to deliver wine and vegetables, and happened to meet Lin Jiufeng back.

He didn't know that Lin Jiufeng had gone out. As usual, he handed in the food, and then began to tell Lin Jiufeng something that happened in the imperial capital.

"A major event happened in the imperial capital a few days ago. I wonder if Your Highness has heard of it?" Dachun asked.

"My only source of information is you, who should I listen to?" Lin Jiufeng shook her head.

"Nine Great Martial Saints came to the Forbidden City together, wanting to assassinate Emperor Yuan, so that Emperor Yuan should not cut down the clan, but he was killed by a mysterious man with one sword, which shocked the world." Dachun snorted, envious.

How majestic it is.

With a single sword, the nine Great Martial Saints separated from each other, which was an eye-opener.

Lin Jiufeng was drinking wine and eating meat, and when she heard Dachun say this, she smiled calmly and said nothing.

Except for Emperor Yuan and Lin Tianyuan, who knew that Lin Jiufeng made the shot?

Even Dachun, the person who talked to Lin Jiufeng the most, would never have thought that this mysterious person was Lin Jiufeng.

He knew that Lin Jiufeng had a Martial Saint under his command, but wasn't this given to Emperor Yuan.

After finishing this matter, Dachun continued: "Emperor Yuan seems to be dying. He has chosen a new successor and announced it to the world."

Lin Jiufeng didn't speak, he knew that.

Lin Tianyuan.

"It's not a few princes that everyone keeps talking about, but an illegitimate son who became an official in the dynasty. This time, he was unexpectedly raised as a member of the royal family by Emperor Yuan and appointed as the next emperor." Dachun was very envious again.

This is a step up to the sky.

Lin Jiufeng smiled and said, "I'm envious of hearing your words?"

"Who doesn't envy it, but I just envy it. If you really want me to be your majesty, then I must be a fool."

"Even for the children of the royal family, when they become emperors, there are very few who will emerge from the Ming Dynasty, but it is inevitable that they will emerge from the faint."

"According to someone's detailed investigation, in the first five years of being an emperor, it was not easy to degenerate and become a dazed emperor."

"But five years later, more than 90 percent of the emperors have fallen."

"If you let me be the emperor, in five days, I'll be a stupefied emperor. I still have this self-knowledge." Da Chun said with a smile.

Lin Jiufeng couldn't help but smile and said, "You can see yourself quite clearly."

"Humans, I have nothing else to do, I just want to see myself clearly." Dachun nodded.

Lin Jiufeng handed out the plate and the jug after eating.

"His Royal Highness, next time I'll come back and bring you something to eat." Dachun packed up the dishes that Lin Jiufeng had eaten and turned to leave.

See you next time, in seven days.

Lin Jiufeng also returned to his yard.

After going out for a walk, Lin Jiufeng still misses her cold palace, especially the Hanyu bed.

Now the cold jade bed is not very helpful to him, but lying on it, he is still comfortable, and the heat is dissipated, making people calm and not easy to get angry.

Lin Jiufeng lay on it, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

These days, I have been running without sleep, drawing my sword, and killing the enemy...

From south to north, Lin Jiufeng did not stop for a moment.

He was a little tired physically and mentally.

After all, there are nine different places, and he needs to keep running back and forth.

Seven days without sleep, coupled with the high-intensity consumption of one's own infuriating energy, even the Martial Saint, even the infuriating liquid, is not enough to consume.

Lin Jiufeng fell directly into a deep sleep, resting quietly on the Hanyu bed.

Time flies, and half a month has passed.

Lin Jiufeng's state has returned to its peak, and he intends to continue to sign in in the cold palace.

But at this time, Lin Tianyuan, the crown prince of Yu Hua Shen Dynasty, came to the door.

"Uncle." Lin Tianyuan pushed open the door of the cold palace and shouted respectfully.

"You should be dealing with state affairs at this time, and you are familiar with the procedures, so why did you come to me?" Lin Jiufeng asked in surprise.

"Uncle, the royal father... can't do it." Lin Tianyuan said sadly.

Lin Jiufeng frowned and said, "Doesn't he have a one-month lifespan?"

It has only been twenty days, and there are still eight or nine days left.

"My father has been teaching me to handle state affairs day and night these days. He stayed up all night every night. He persisted until he fell into a coma this morning and has not woken up until now." Lin Tianyuan said sadly.

"The imperial physicians all said that they were on the verge of dying."

"I just came to invite my uncle to see the father for the last time."

Lin Tianyuan knelt down and said sadly.

He knew that the father emperor must want to see his elder brother at the last moment.

So he personally came to invite Lin Jiufeng.

"You go back and clean up the people in the hall, I'll go right away." Lin Jiufeng was silent for a while, and said.

At the last moment, Lin Jiufeng didn't want others to disturb the two brothers.

"Okay, I'll take care of everything." Lin Tianyuan nodded and left respectfully.

He also knew that Lin Jiufeng liked a quiet environment with few people, so he went back to clear the scene.

...

Council Hall!

This time Emperor Yuan passed out here.

He taught Lin Tianyuan how to handle state affairs until the last moment.

He always remembered what his elder brother once told him.

Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish!

Any small thing, plus hundreds of millions of Dawn people, is an earth-shattering event.

So he didn't dare to be careless and worked hard on himself, even if he fainted here.

Lin Tianyuan also knew what kind of person his father was, so he did not transfer the Yuan emperor.

At the last moment of his life, let Emperor Yuan leave safely in the place he is most familiar with.

The people in the discussion hall were all dismissed, and stood quietly outside the hall, three floors inside and three floors outside.

Everyone's faces were solemn.

In the main hall, a dimly lit lamp flickered, and in the darkness, it was very tenacious.

Same as Emperor Yuan.

He also struggled as hard as he could, just to see his big brother in the end.

Da da da!

The sound of steady footsteps echoed in the discussion hall. Lin Jiufeng looked at the withered Yuan Emperor, and stepped forward to cover him with a quilt with concern.

When the memory was small, the elder Lin Jiufeng took care of the young Yuan Emperor like this.

Emperor Yuan returned to the light, and finally, with expectations, he grabbed the palm of Lin Jiufeng and said, "Brother, I have lived up to the position of the prince in my life, and I have not disappointed you?"

At the last moment of his life, what Emperor Yuan cared about was whether the eldest brother was disappointed with himself.

After all, he inherited the position of the eldest brother's prince, and then became the emperor, but only for more than ten years.

Cut Fan also made a lot of troubles, and it was the elder brother who helped him put the finishing touches on it.

He was afraid that his elder brother would be disappointed in him.

That was what he was most afraid of.

So he grabbed Lin Jiufeng's hand so tightly that the blue veins burst out, but he didn't notice it at all.

In his eyes, there was only Lin Jiufeng.

Lin Jiufeng smiled gently, leaned down, and said in Emperor Yuan's ear: "Brother, eldest brother is proud of you, you have never let me down."

Yuan Emperor heard a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and slowly closed his hands.

Then slowly let go and hang down...

Yu Hua Shen Dynasty, the first year, fifteen years.

Emperor Yuan is dead!

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