Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

A loud and long bell rang in the front, because the Chong En Pagoda was surrounded by high walls. The bell rang and reverberated continuously, giving people a particularly shocking feeling.

As soon as he heard the bell, even Xing Qiao, who had been talking babbled, calmed down.

Because the child was too heavy, Ran Xiaoyu still stretched out his hand and hugged the princess in her arms. Fortunately, the princess was also very attached to her. As soon as she got into her arms, she yelled "Yuyu" twice and hugged her tightly. Her neck.

At this time, a row of monks walked out of the Famen Temple in front.

It was exactly what they saw before. The monks greeted at the door, headed by Monk Shikong, dressed solemnly, holding wooden fish in their hands, watching and reciting their parents’ grace, and walking slowly forward. go with.

Seeing this scene, all the people around became quiet.

Even Princess Xinping, who was still a little noisy, saw this scene and opened her eyes wide, looking at them.

Ran Xiaoyu leaned in her ear and said softly: "Have you heard the princess? What they said was the kindness of their parents."

"..."

"The kindness of your parents to you is as great as Mount Tai, especially the imperial concubine. In order to give birth to you, they have suffered a lot."

"..."

"When you grow up, be filial to your mother and concubine."

"Oh……"

I don't know if I understand, but Xinping nodded solemnly.

Nan Yan couldn't help but smile.

Speaking of which, she gave birth to her without the consent of the child, allowing her to experience life and death in this world, and she is not qualified to ask her to be filial.

She only hopes that this child will be happy and peaceful all his life.

After a while, the monks had already walked under the high platform, but they did not continue to go up, but divided into two rows, walked around the high platform to both sides, and placed a circle of futons around the high platform. There is one step in three or five steps, and the monks stopped in front of their futons.

Until the two lines meet behind the high platform.

All the monks stood by their futons and finished reciting the scriptures. At this time, there was a sound of drums in the distance.

They all sat cross-legged and recited "Amitabha Buddha" together.

The ceremony of the first paragraph is over.

Next, it should be today's second sacrifice ceremony.

That is--

As I was thinking about it, a second long bell came in the distance. This time the bell was louder than before, and it echoed for a long time in the high walls on all sides.

After the bell stopped, the entire Chong En Pagoda was completely silent.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Everyone seemed to realize something. Everyone held their breath and looked towards the place where the footsteps were coming from. Nan Yan suddenly became a little nervous and couldn't help standing up from his seat.

What she saw was a dark cloud under the sun, slowly moving towards this side.

When walking on the avenue in the center, the dark cloud slowly divided into four columns and scattered towards the four sides. Although the team dispersed, the speed of the movement was still uniform. Although it was known that it was not an army, Gives people a sense of stern battle.

That's the students of Takema Academy.

They were dressed in gray and white gowns. Under the sunlight, they looked like a dark cloud with their clothes fluttering. They were flying with the wind as they marched, giving people a feeling of being above the clouds.

They followed the four avenues around and began to walk up to the high platform.

Nan Yan's gaze was the same as before, and he immediately found the figure she was most familiar with in the middle, tall and tall, and he was walking up the steps along the avenue in the center.

It is Jian Ruocheng.

In the sun, everyone was blushing and sweating profusely, but he was different. His face was extraordinarily pale, as if he was in the snow and ice. Even just looking at him, Nan Yan felt a deep feeling. The chill.

It's cold!

She subconsciously reached out and hugged her arm.

Ran Xiaoyu on the side felt her strangeness, and said softly: "Niang, what's the matter?"

"..."

Nan Yan could not speak.

Up to now, the ceremony is still going on smoothly, and Jian Ruocheng has no other expressions on her face, but I don't know why, she just feels unspeakable heart palpitations.

She suddenly said: "Xiaoyu."

"Yes."

"If—I mean, if something happens later, you must take good care of Princess Haoxinping."

"...!"

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her with eyes wide open.

Under the scorching sun, a drop of sweat slipped down Nan Yan's forehead.

It was cold sweat.

Ran Xiaoyu frowned, and glanced around—compared to Nan Yan, who was still "pampering", she had a more instinctive will to fight, and she was much more sensitive to danger than her, and now, at least In this Great Ci'en Temple, she didn't feel any danger, but Nan Yan said so.

She was silent for a while, and whispered: "Don't worry, Empress, Princess Xinping will certainly be fine."

"..."

"Neither will you!"

Nan Yan looked up at her.

And at this moment, these students have already climbed up the high platform from all sides. Like the monks just now, they are also standing around the high platform, except that there is no futon next to them, but standing upright with their hands. The gesture of closing the salute, facing all directions.

Jian Ruocheng stood in the center, in front of the Chong En Pagoda.

The emcee said loudly: "Recite the sacrificial words!"

Upon hearing these words, Jian Ruocheng's eyes, which were already frozen, suddenly flashed a light, as if the ice layer was trembling at this moment, about to break.

Nan Yan's breath became tighter.

A heart of her almost touched her throat.

A small figure came out from the side, but it was the little monk Mingxin who hadn't seen him for several days. He was holding a tray in his hand on which was a page of pale yellow papers.

That's-sacrificial words.

Jian Ruocheng will recite these sacrificial words in the presence of all those who come to observe the ceremony at today's ceremony, and those students who are standing around the high platform will repeat the same sentence every time they hear him recite a sentence. , Spread out in all directions.

In this way, although the Great Ci'en Temple is so big and thousands of people come to observe the ceremony, everyone can hear the emperor's sacrifice.

And the person who reads is the key.

Every word he reads will reach everyone's ears clearly.

Jian Ruocheng lowered his head and looked at the page of papers, as if taking a deep breath, then slowly picked it up and held it in his palm.

At this moment, the entire Great Ci'en Temple was silent.

Nan Yan stood on the spot, looking up at Jian Ruocheng, who was highly anticipated at this moment, only feeling that the cold sweat in her palm was constantly exuding, and almost all her palms were wet.

"Second Young Master Jian..."

She murmured.