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

The big altar at this moment is brightly lit.

On the three-story altar, along the edge of the pillars, a soldier stood in front of each stone pillar, holding a torch in his hand. Although the flames were constantly swaying from the night wind, these people were still in shape.

The swaying fire light reflected the entire altar like daylight.

All the ministers and workers were divided into four teams, standing in the four positions of the northeast, northwest, southwest, and southeast under the altar. Cheng Guo Gong Wu Yingqi, as the head of the ministers, stood at the forefront.

A pair of scheming eyes quietly looked at the avenue leading from Zhai Palace to the altar.

The sound of drum music has always been heard.

Although the ministers and workers are standing in their respective positions, after all, this is the first time that the emperor today held such a grand ceremony to commemorate the birth of the first emperor. Everyone knows that he was the first emperor who died. Less than three years later, he rebelled with his troops and drove Wendi, the heir of the first emperor, from the throne in the name of "Jing Nan", and he inherited the throne.

What would he say to his father at such a festival?

Therefore, everyone craned their necks carefully and looked at the other end of the avenue.

Finally, from the end of sight, the gate of Zhai Palace finally opened. Everyone saw a burst of fire shining from the avenue over there. In the dazzling light, a tall and burly figure slowly came from the other side of the avenue. Walked towards the altar.

Li and music are becoming more and more exalted.

And everyone's breathing tightened at this moment.

Especially Wu responds to requests.

Behind him, there are other places, standing princes and princes and princes who have already formed an alliance with him on the government of other countries, all of them exchanged glances.

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

After a while, Zhu Feng, dressed in a formal dress, walked slowly to the altar.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the three-story altar in front. Under the circle of fire, the altar seemed to become a huge brazier, and the fire rushed straight into the sky.

And seeing this scene, he somehow suddenly felt that everything in his sight was shaking and changing.

It seems that it has changed into another big sacrificial altar.

In the past two days, this has often happened.

He suspected that it might be because he hadn't rested well, and he was a little sleepy. Although he often stayed up for days and nights when he was young, he never experienced such dizziness or even hallucinations.

However, he had listened to Nan Yan's advice last night and had a good rest for the night.

Even slept late today.

Haven't you had enough rest?

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly, then raised his head, but saw that on the three-story high altar, the fire light was shining on the figure, and they were constantly shaking, even with it, as if even the altar was shaking.

And he faintly saw that there seemed to be a figure on the shaking altar.

Who is it?

Who, before himself, dared to be on the altar?

At this moment, Duke Yu’s voice came from behind--

"emperor?"

This voice reluctantly pulled Zhu Feng's mentality back. He looked back and saw that Yu Gong looked at him justly and carefully, his eyes looked suspicious and concerned. For some reason, His Majesty the Emperor came here and stopped suddenly.

In fact, they are all a little worried about the festival of the Nativity of the Great Sacrifice.

After all, something like that happened the last time at the sacrifice ceremony at the Great Sacrifice Altar. What’s more important is that later Zhu Feng went crazy because of this incident. As a last resort, they used special methods against him. He has amnesia.

This time, when he proposed to hold the first emperor's birthday festival at the altar, everyone was a little embarrassed.

I am afraid that the sight here will bring back his memories.

Although according to He Yi, people who have used "too great forgiveness" will not associate and remember the scenery and people they have seen in the past, but they are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

In case, Zhu Feng fell into that madness again...

Who dare to move him again?

Although everyone is worried, everyone understands that as an emperor, it is impossible for him to live without a large altar without holding a ceremony.

So this time, from the preparations made by the queen Xu Miaoyin to the preparations accepted by Duke Yu, the layout here is completely different from that of the previous ceremony, but the appearance of the altar is still there. I don’t want to worry about it or not. possible.

Seeing the emperor stopped under the altar, the heart of Jade Duke raised his throat.

He said cautiously: "The emperor, is there anything wrong?"

"..."

Zhu Feng did not speak, but turned his head and looked at the altar.

The illusion that I just saw has disappeared, leaving only the three-layer altar and the soldiers holding torches around.

It seems that I was indeed wrong.

He said, "It's okay."

After speaking, continue to walk up.

Soon he walked to the highest altar, where the altar table and offerings were already placed.

On the side, the official of ceremonies slowly stepped forward, holding a gold plate in his hand.

Zhu Feng picked it up and looked at it.

In fact, he had seen it a long time ago, and this sacrificial text has passed his hand and has been revised several times.

What is written above is nothing more than his merits and demerits over the years since he took the throne.

Naturally, work is greater than excess, and right is greater than wrong.

After all, this is an "account" to the emperor after he became the throne.

Everyone knows that this kind of sacrificial essay is just a means of tracing and adornment. It is written that he was loved by the emperor. The battle of Jingnan was only for the king to assist the government. After he became the throne, he was also diligent and loving, working hard and not complaining. Bangxingguo is our responsibility.

He had already read these words.

As long as he reads here today, the history books will naturally leave such a stroke, and will leave a conclusion about what he did in the past.

But, I don’t know why.

For some reason, this sacrificial text, which has been read countless times, seems to weigh a lot in the hand at this moment.

There is a voice echoing constantly in my mind--

This is not true...

This is all fake...

All this is fake!

all fake……

fake!

Zhu Feng gritted his teeth vigorously against the reverberating voices in his mind. At this time, the courtesy around him also felt a little strange.

He asked softly: "Your Majesty?"

If Zhu Feng drags on, the sacrificial ceremony will be missed.

Zhu Feng Mantou looked back at him in cold sweat.

Looked at the sacrificial text again.

Finally, he took a deep breath, lifted the sacrificial text, and said loudly: "I, superior destiny--"

But just as he had just read the first sentence, under the altar, Cheng Guogong Wu Yingqiu, who was standing at the forefront of the ministers, suddenly stepped forward and said: "The emperor, the old minister has something to tell."

Zhu Feng's breathing was choked.

Looking down at Wu Ying begged: "What do you want to say?"