Yang Jiannian held a ceremony to worship the Temple of Heaven on the 22nd.

It was early spring, the sky was clear and the air was clear, and there was no cloud. All civil and military officials knelt under the Temple of Heaven. The lieutenant set up a dragon chaise made of gold before the Temple of Heaven, facing south, and in front of the chair was a crown robes. Prime Minister Fang Chun said: "The ceremony of worship is completed, and the new emperor ascended the throne."

The ministers supported Yang Jian, who was wearing nine-flag crowns on his head, looked reluctant, and sat on the chair. Prime Minister Gao Bing led all officials to kneel in with the crown on his head, put the crown on the table and stood up, and put the crown on Yang Jian respectfully. The rituals and music sounds started, and the ministers knelt down behind him, bowing three times and three times. After the ceremony, they were divided into two rows and stood respectfully.

He took the treasure official and took the jade seal to Prime Minister Gao Yi. Prime Minister Gao Yi held him to Yang Jian who was sitting on the dragon throne: "Now the emperor ascended the throne, I will be careful to give him the imperial treasure." Then Shang Baoqing took the jade seal and put it in the box. The ministers and officials took the position. Yang Jian wore a crown and went to the imperial throne, and the rituals and music stopped.

Shang Baoqing held the jade seal box and placed it on the table. He established the queen - Chen Xuanhua, the eldest daughter of General Jiang. The guards whip, and the ministers stood up to the north, and the rituals and music were played. The ministers knelt three times and bowed nine times:

"Long live my emperor—long live—long live—long live—long live—"

The ceremony ended, and the whole ceremony was lengthy and grand.

In the Imperial Garden, 21-year-old Chen Xuanhua was wearing a phoenix robe and a heavy phoenix crown sitting in the pavilion eating snacks sent by the eunuch. He looked at Yang Jian, who looked very hatred beside him and said, "Brother Jian, will he be the emperor from now on?"

"Well! Xuanhua will be my wife from now on..."

Yang Jian drank a sip of fragrant tea, and his pretended deep look seemed a little ridiculous on his handsome face. Yang Jian knew very well that from now on his shoulders was no longer the fate of one person but the honor and disgrace of all eternal countries. "Is Xuanhua willing to become the mother of a country and be in the world?"

Chen Xuanhua didn't quite understand how heavy the second half of Yang Jian said, but when he heard the previous sentence, Chen Xuanhua nodded happily, smiling like a flower-

The black clouds over the city of Chang'an and the chaos was in chaos. A letter of war came to Luoyang. The vassal kings on the frontier rebelled and held heavy troops in their hands. The court was unable to resist. The emperor, who was only 26 years old, personally led the army and was defeated.

The war is fire and the wolf smoke is smoke, and the people live in poverty.

The personal guards protected Yang Jian and retreated to the edge of the cliff, facing a group of rebels holding large scimitars. Yang Jian kicked a piece of gravel on his back heel and fell off the cliff, and the stone fell silently.

He tried to take a foot and took a small step back. The feeling of failure made Yang Jian feel tight. He stabilized his body and said something was wrong. The court army was already in a deep abyss.

Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, Hu Hai, the leader of the personal guard, turned his head and smiled at Yang Jian with a salty smile. Yang Jian realized something, and his pupils suddenly dilated: "You..." Hu Hai pushed Yang Jian sharply, and in an instant, Yang Jian, who was unprepared, was pushed under the cliff.

"Emperor!" Hu Hai turned his head and looked fearless, and shouted at the enemy, "You are the pride of heaven, and the purest bloodline of the royal family! Now, the country has been taken away by traitors, and the last general and others will die with the traitors. Please be sure to survive, and take back our country in the future and unify the world--"

After saying that, Hu Hai didn't know if Yang Jian heard it, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he roared with grief and anger:

"Kill—ah—"

According to legend, there is a cliff in the suburbs of Chang'an, with a cliff that is thousands of feet deep. If a person accidentally falls off the cliff, he will be safe and sound if he is a capable man. If a traitor and evil person falls off the cliff, he will be crushed to pieces. Therefore, people in the world named this cliff Huxian Cliff...

Make a cup of tea, and the fragrance is everywhere. Dugu Jialuo savors the tea fragrance carefully, turned his head to look at the man lying on the stone couch and was unconscious. When he turned around and was about to drink tea, he found a tea stem floating in the cup. He was a little startled, and then smiled and said intimately: "It's true that it's not an ordinary person... Youlong trapped in the shallows? Interesting..."

The man lying on the stone couch gave birth to a handsome face. Even when Dugu Jialu saved him, his body was covered in blood and could not hide the innate domineering arrogance between the man's eyebrows. The man was seriously injured and fell off such a high cliff but did not die. This made Dugu Jialu think of the name humans gave to this cliff...

Huxian Cliff... Could it be that he saved a wise king? But how could it end up like this if it was a wise king? Was it an accident or a dangerous situation at a desperate situation? Dugu Jialuo kept guessing in his heart.

I have heard that the current emperor is young and handsome. Now that I can’t help but sigh at the Creator’s partiality. She hasn’t seen a long, long time since she has seen such a pleasing Han man besides her master…

When Yang Jian woke up, what caught his eye was the strange wooden beams, and what followed was the severe pain that made him feel that he would fall into a coma again.

Not dead? I didn't die?

Yang Jian could hardly move his whole body and roughly understood how severe he was now.

I lay down and looked at it for a moment, and found that I was in a strange wooden house with a celadon teapot on the table, and the heat in the mouth of the pot was swaying, and the faint fragrance of tea lingered in the wooden house.

A melodious sound of flute made Yang Jian slightly stunned. Realizing his current situation, Yang Jian suddenly got out of bed and staggered in pain. He finally stabilized his body so that he would not fall down again when he was together. He carefully held the wall of the house and walked out staggeringly.

When he opened the door, the sound of the flute was even more real. Yang Jian sighed in his heart that such a natural sound even in the palace's pear garden, few masters could play such a wonderful and beautiful music. Yang Jian couldn't say what kind of music this was, like a breeze blowing on his face, or a spring water, as if familiar.

It was sunny outside the house. Yang Jian covered his chest with one hand and covered his morning light with the other to make his eyes that had not seen the sun for a long time adapt to the luminosity of the day.

Yang Jian once thought that he would never see such bright sunshine again. Every step he took was a torment. Before he could walk out of the courtyard surrounded by the fence outside the wooden house, Yang Jian held the door post and gasped. The sound of flutes and the singing of birds complemented each other. Yang Jian continued to walk forward, always feeling that there was always a force in his body knocking on his heart.

Why am I here? How long have I been in a coma? Must... Go back to Chang'an immediately...

The sun above his head became more and more dazzling. Yang Jian felt a little dizzy. The scene in front of him continued to overlap and blur. He narrowed his eyes and tried hard to see the road in front of him. Unconsciously, Yang Jian followed the sound of the flute and vaguely felt that he had come to a stream. The sound of the water became clearer, and then the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. At the same time, it turned dark before his eyes, and Yang Jian fell straight down...

When he woke up again, Yang Jian found that he had returned to the wooden house.

"Young Master Xiao is awake?" A young girl was sitting on a chair playing with a jade flute. When she saw Yang Jian wake up, she put the jade flute away.

Yang Jian looked at the girl in front of him, his long ink hair was carefully placed behind his head, and a delicate and simple magnolia hairpin was inserted between his hair. His graceful figure and light steps, gentle like a woman in Jiangnan, but with a hint of agile playfulness.

With eyes facing each other, Yang Jian realized his incompetence and quickly looked away, his face was a little hot, and he coughed and asked, "Is it the girl who saved me? How long have I been sleeping?" There was a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Yang Jian struggled to get up from the stone couch. Seeing this, the girl stepped forward and helped Yang Jian up, "Young Master Xiao, you have been sleeping for five days. It's just a matter of raising your hand to save you. If you knew that the person who fell off the cliff was the true dragon emperor, I guess anyone would have rescued you? The little girl is Dugu Jialuo."

When Yang Jian heard Dugu Jialuo say this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Yang Jian. Jialuo is joking. What a true dragon emperor? Now I am just a king who has lost his country!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were sounds of salutes coming from afar.

"This..." Dugu Jialuo was about to say something but was attracted by the sound of cannons coming from afar. He looked around and smoke from the gunfire rose in the distance. The direction was Chang'an City. "What's going on? What happened?"

Yang Jian was silent for a while and sneered, saying, "I guess today is the day when the new emperor takes office..."

"Miss Gala." Yang Jian stood up with difficulty, with a serious expression.

"Young Master Xiao called me Dugu Jialuo, and the girl is here to see you." Dugu Jialuo poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian took the teacup, but did not drink it, and said seriously: "Where is the girl here? Do you know how to return to Chang'an City? There are still important things to do not complete yet."

Dugu Jialuo was stunned, then changed into a sarcastic smile, "Where can you go to in such a embarrassed look now? Your injury will not be cured if you don't have ten days or half a month."

When Yang Jian heard this, he became a little excited, "I'm fine!! I... cough cough..." He couldn't breathe, Yang Jian covered his chest and coughed violently. Dugu Jialuo looked at him without answering the conversation, waiting for Yang Jian to continue talking.

Yang Jian calmed down for a while, and after his mood calmed down, he said, "I am very grateful to Miss Gala for saving her life. Now I feel that she is much better. I'll just ask the girl to point out a clear path. If I die along the way, it's also destiny. If I can save my life and return to Chang'an to complete the important things, I will definitely come back to repay my kindness!"

When Yang Jian finished speaking, Dugu Jialuo did not make any statement and turned around and wanted to leave, "Miss Galuo!!"

Seeing that Dugu Jialuo wanted to leave, Yang Jian panicked and immediately stood up to try to keep him. He suddenly joined together. This action caused the severe pain of the muscles to cause Yang Jian to fall to the ground. He thought of getting up with difficulty, and then he supported him a little and fell down depressedly. Dugu Jialuo turned around and looked at Yang Jian's appearance, with a little indifferent expression.

Yang Jian's handsome face was covered with dust on the ground. Dugu Jialuo saw the anxiousness and determination in Yang Jian's eyes. She knew that Yang Jian was trying hard to restrain the pain, but he was injured too seriously.

In this way, Dugu Jialuo looked at Yang Jian in a condescending manner for a few seconds. Dugu Jialuo sighed in compromise, and walked up to Yang Jian to help him up before Yang Jian wanted to get up for the second time.

"It is not far from Chang'an here, and it is not close to it. It is not realistic to walk from here to Chang'an with your feet. What's more, the sun is about to set, and the roads around here are not easy to walk. Why not rest in the humble house for one night and wait until tomorrow I will find a carriage to get on the road?" Dugu Jialuo said lightly.
Chapter completed!