Extra Story: Reaching the Pole (Part 2)

Have the courage to admit mistakes and never repent.

These eight words probably refer to Jiang Pengji herself.

A few days ago, he promised well, but after a few days, he refused to admit it, and every time he approached her, he would break his leg.

Xu Ke and the others couldn't help but have treasonous thoughts—the main character's injury won't heal so soon_(:3)∠)_

Really, the protagonist who has recovered to be alive and kicking is a monkey, and there is no one to be found when jumping up and down, and there are many things that no one can handle except Jiang Pengji—this matter is only related to ascending to the pole——Jiang Pengji treats these hypocrisy very special Impatient, do not like.

Qi Guan made them helpless, so he could only hand over this important task to Wei Ci.

No matter where Wei Ci blocked the lord, she must settle the matter, so as not to delay the day of ascension to the Great Hall.

Wei Ci: "..."

Jiang Pengji couldn't help but slapped the table and laughed wildly, "They also failed to learn Wenzheng, this hidden express car is driving so fast."

Having been together for many years, Wei Ci can now understand some of the weird words Jiang Pengji said, and couldn't help but blush.

"What do you mean by this, my lord?"

Jiang Pengji hooked his neck, breathed softly in his ear, and said ambiguously, "What if Zixiao is blocking someone between the beds?"

Wei Ci: "..."

Nonsense, Wen Zheng, they are all decent people, how can they speak yellow accents and say shameful dirty words like the master?

"However, Zixiao offered to deliver it to my door, and I accepted it politely." Jiang Pengji's arm penetrated into his lapel like a spirit snake, the skin under her palm was warm and firm, and the heartbeat in his chest could be felt through the skin Movement, "A moment is worth a thousand gold."

Wei Ci raised his hand to grab Jiang Pengji's hand that lit the fire indiscriminately, and remained motionless like Liu Xiahui.

"It doesn't matter, the lord has made a decision now, and other things will be discussed after finishing the business."

At any rate, it was Qi Guan who entrusted them with an important task, and Wei Ci couldn't let Jiang Pengji fool her.

Jiang Pengji: "..."

It's been a long time since we've had meat, and Wei Ci's unsavory words at such a time,

She also convinced the other party.

"My color is not as good as these blueprints?"

Jiang Pengji twirled the pictures with her fingers, all of which were ideas about the new dragon robes for women.

If Jiang Pengji was a man, she could modify the style on the basis of her predecessors, but she is a woman, so she can't follow the old rules.

After all, she is the first female "female" emperor in all ages, and every detail must be unique.

For these reasons, Mr. Yuan Jing and several learned Confucians also gathered together, rummaged through literature, looked for materials, and tried to change the dragon robe to the most suitable one for her. It took a lot of energy to submit eight blueprints, almost all of which can be used, but it still depends on Jiang Pengji's personal preference. After she chooses it, this dragon robe will also serve as a template for future emperors to ascend the throne, which is of great significance.

But Jiang Pengji is an aesthetic abnormality.

It’s fine if you just choose one at random, the key is that someone around you should tell her what each blueprint and every detail of the dragon robe represent, and ask her if this is okay, and if she should change it to something else—Jiang Pengji heard the last Mosquito coils came out of the eyes.

After hiding for a few days, he couldn't stand Wei Ci's "temptation" at last, and threw himself into a trap, but was blocked by someone.

Zixiao also learned badly qaq

Wei Ci said, "The lord's color is naturally unparalleled in the world, but I think the appearance of the lord wearing a dragon robe can make the world lose its color."

Jiang Pengji was silent for a moment, and couldn't help putting her long legs on his shoulders, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that Zixiao, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, has such a little-known hobby——you like horns too. color, let me wear a dragon robe and have sex with you, Wushan?"

Wei Ci: "..."

The older the others, the more they know how to be ashamed and restrained, but the older I am, the less I know what the word "shame" is.

Saying so carelessly, he felt more and more that his old face was too thin.

"How can I refuse Zixiao's request?"

The dragon robe blueprint presented was not fancy, it looked simple but could not hide its calm atmosphere.

As a whole, there are twelve chapters of mianfu and twelve crowns, but the style is somewhat different from what people commonly know, and it is more inclined to women's body.

Among them, the twelve crowns are made of copper plates, the clothes are made of Qi, and the Xuan table is Zhuli. At the back of the Qianyuan, it is one foot wide and two feet long, and it is two feet four inches long. Green, yellow, and black phases. These contents are supported by literature.

As for the twelve chapters of mianfu, eight chapters are drawn on the Xuanyi of Dagonfu, with the sun, moon, and dragon on the shoulders, stars, mountains and rivers on the back, fire, Chinese insects, and Zongyi on the sleeves, and four chapters on the clothes, respectively Zhizao, Zhizao, and Zongyi. Rice, Fu, Fu. The middle single is made of plain yarn, and the knees follow the color of the dress.

In addition to the overall style, there are also jade accessories that dazzle Jiang Pengji's eyes. Just reading it feels jerky and vague.

She also didn't know how those great Confucian scholars had the spare time to toss for so long, and they even came up with several versions.

It is said that there are several versions, but in fact, the positions of the patterns on the crown clothes in Chapter 12 are different.

I don't know whether it's fate or aesthetics, but the "dragon robe" Jiang Pengji chose is exactly the same as in her previous life.

Jiang Pengji: "..."

That's right, doesn't Wei Ci know what the dragon robe will look like in the future, why not let him decide, but let her go through it all over again?

"Wei Zixiao, you have a bad heart!"

Wei Ci said, "The meanings are always different. Ci hopes that your life will be complete, leaving no flaws or regrets in every place."

Choosing dragon robes is also a kind of fun, isn't it?

Jiang Pengji viciously bit his collarbone, leaving an ambiguous mark.

Being turned into a red wave, it was charming until dawn.

Looking at Byt who was thrown into the brazier and burned by Jiang Pengji, he knew how the battle between the two last night was going.

Before ascending to the throne, Jiang Pengji had announced to the world that the name of the new country would be "Jiang", and the change of the year name was equivalent to establishing herself as an emperor.

The emperor in essence has not been stamped in name.

In view of the fact that she has not yet figured out the way, she is not considered to have truly ascended to the throne, and the ministers still use the old name for her.

The palace was repaired two years ahead of schedule. After Jiang Pengji arrived in Pingfengdu, which is the imperial capital of later generations, she moved into the palace that had just been half-renovated, and began to formalize the team slowly. For example, abolishing the official titles used in the "Troubled" Times and the Five Kingdoms, further clarifying the responsibilities of each official position, and at the same time enfeoffing all the officials, rewarding them, promoting them, and cutting them...

The overall system is biased towards the three provinces and six departments that Salted Fish is familiar with in the live broadcast room.

However, this system of three provinces and six ministries is still very different from the system of three provinces and six ministries they know.

The most notable point is that Jiang Pengji's control of power is more concentrated, which weakens the room for the gentry to intervene.

The world was first established, and the military power was in her hands. Even if someone used the example of the predecessors to run Jiang Pengji, she would not bother to bother.

The so-called "believe in righteousness, honor morality and repay merit, and rule the world by bowing down" is just a world in people's imagination, and it is impossible to achieve such a situation with the current level of science and culture. As long as people have selfishness, they will always find ways to fight for their own interests and favorable conditions. There are not no officials who truly rule the world selflessly, but they are rare.

Let Jiang Pengji completely devolve her powers and do something like "government and rule", and she will be murdered in a few months.

Time flies, and it is early autumn in a blink of an eye, and at the same time, it is getting closer to the scheduled auspicious day of ascending to the pole.

Jiang Pengji not only has to be busy with government affairs, correcting memorials from various places, caring about people's livelihood everywhere, but also learning the etiquette on the day of ascension to the throne over and over again.

"I'm not the emperor—who will show the etiquette?"

Wei Ci, as a teacher, taught Jiang Pengji privately, and seeing her looking like a dehydrated salted fish, he couldn't help feeling distressed but helpless.

The only thing he could do was to look at the lord helplessly, directly softening her heart.

Jiang Pengji: "..."

The older Wei Ci is, the more he will use his own advantages.

He knew that he couldn't be hard on him.

"I'm really afraid of you, kiss me, and I will continue to learn."

Wei Ci said, "Your Majesty should call himself 'Zhen'!"

Jiang Pengji said, "But you are my wife, so there is no restraint in front of my wife, so what if you call yourself 'I'?"

Besides, it wasn't the emperor who just talked about "Zhen" all day long.

Wei Ci sighed but was helpless.

The two little highnesses come and go "lonely" all day long, but it's his own majesty who doesn't like the self-proclaimed "Zhen".

Jiang Pengji couldn't help rolling her eyes.

"Lian'er learned bad things from Yan'er. How old is she and she still calls herself an "orphan". She is an "orphan". What am I?"

Parents are not dead, "orphan" what "orphan".

Wei Ci said, "Ke Ci wants to hear His Majesty call 'Zhen'."

Jiang Pengji: "..."

She discovered that Wei Ci not only has a character habit, but he also has a little bit of shyness, and he has to be bullied and oppressed to feel comfortable.

However, what can be done?

My little prince pampers himself.

"My biggest regret is that I can't give you a legitimate identity."

Jiang Pengji clings to his hand pretending to be serious.

This is not only her regret, but probably also the regret of Wei Ci's previous Majesty.

Wei Ci said in relief, "Watching the mountains and rivers with His Majesty, I am lucky for three lives, and I have no regrets."

The identity that he had been obsessed with in his previous life was worthless now, and he had already seen through it.

As long as he can still stand beside the person in front of him and accompany her through the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, that is the greatest happiness.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or something else, but on the day Jiang Pengji ascended the throne, the live broadcast room happened to be the turn of a new episode of Dreaming Back to the Millennium.

Congratulations to the audience "Salted Fish Readers" for winning the quota for the xxx "Dream Back to the Millennium" event

When the new Ouhuang set off, his eyes were in a trance, and the scene suddenly changed from the home to the spacious outdoor.

He didn't notice that the barrage exploded in the live broadcast room.

Smuggling into the African chieftain: I'm so stupid! ! ! !

It’s a pity to say that, as the god of the ancient times in the live broadcast room, “Smuggled into Africa” has not yet crossed_(:3」∠)_

Golden Queen Raisin: The qaq real name system envies me like a dog.

Before he could react, he heard the familiar sound of chime bells.

This is the chime music he recorded while squatting in the live broadcast room, and it is said that it will be used by the anchor on the day he ascends to the throne.

He felt that he didn't have the chance to see it in person, but it would be great if he could listen to it.

result--

He stayed among the officials, his eyes slowly moving along with the figure in the red and black crown suit.

The weather on this day is very good, the sky is clear and the air is crisp, and the autumn wind blows, filling the toga.

The Twelve Crowns followed her walking, and the beads collided with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Hanging on the waist is the God-cutting Sword, wearing a twelve-chapter crown suit and twelve crowns on the head, climbing up the steps step by step.

Ou Huang was in a trance for a while, as if in a dream.

In the rest of my life, I will watch you rule the world.

From the first acquaintance to the present, the journey has finally come to a successful conclusion.

Don't you see, when her figure was against the light, many people had tears in their eyes, and they formally performed the royal ceremony for the first time.

"Long live my emperor!"

It resounded through the sky, as if it was about to rush to the sky, leaving an eternal trace.

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