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

He heard a "creak", the heavy door was slowly pushed open, and the sun shone into this dark and empty hall.

Jian Ruocheng looked up, and there was no one inside.

Is it behind?

He subconsciously wanted to go in, but just after taking a step, a familiar, gentle voice came from behind him——

"What is the second son doing here?"

"...?!"

Jian Ruocheng hurriedly turned around and saw Sinanyan standing behind him, looking at him kindly, with a slight smile on his face.

"The imperial concubine?"

Jian Ruocheng frowned, hurriedly withdrew his steps, turned around and bowed her hand in a salute: "The concubine empress is—"

"Oh, my palace just thought it was a bit noisy in the hall over there, so I went for a walk and relax."

"It turned out to be so."

"Master Jane, why did you come here?"

While talking, Nan Yan looked up behind him, smiled and said: "I heard that this is the hall where the royal clan jade discs are placed. Master Jian is here, do you have any arrangements?"

"Oh Nope."

Jian Ruocheng hurriedly shook his head and said, "I just saw that the time has come, but the empress is not there, so I came here to look for it, and came here by accident."

"Oh, since it's time, let's go quickly."

"Okay, please, please."

Jian Ruocheng stretched out a hand to her, Nan Yan nodded, turned and walked forward.

Jian Ruocheng also followed her, but after walking a few steps, she turned her head and glanced at the concealed door, the quiet space inside, giving people an inexplicable shudder.

After a while, they passed a long Danbi Road.

Walking to the side hall here, Xu Miaoyin led people inside. Turning around, she saw Nan Yan and Jian Ruocheng walk in. She hurriedly stepped forward: "Concubine, where have you been?"

"Oh? The concubine just went out for a walk and forgot the time. Fortunately, Master Jian came to remind the concubine."

"That's fine."

Xu Miaoyin nodded, looked at Jian Ruocheng again, and said, "You have worked hard, Master Jian."

"Don't dare."

Jian Ruocheng saluted them respectfully, then turned and left.

Xu Miaoyin and Nan Yan stood at the door of the Piandian, watching his back slowly leave. After a while, they walked behind Ning Wang Zhuxuan. They seemed to have said something to Zhu Xuan, and Zhu Xuan glanced over here.

At this moment, the sun is flourishing.

In Zhu Xuan's eyes, there was a little dark haze.

Xu Miaoyin said, "Noble concubine, are you okay?"

"..."

Nan Yan was silent for a while, and said softly, "Don't worry, there will be nothing wrong with you."

Although she said so, the atmosphere at the moment and the sensitivity that Xu Miaoyin has experienced through so many winds and rains have already made her aware that today is not only about moving the capital, but also as simple as sacrificial offerings, and the simple words of the noble concubine cannot comfort at all. she was.

She took a deep breath and said, "Go ahead first."

"Yes."

Nan Yan followed her through the side hall and slowly walked towards the altar.

This altar is larger than the altar of the Great Sacrifice Altar in Jinling, and it is divided into three levels. Although it is not as tall as some of the halls in front, and even not as tall and majestic as the halls of the Kagura Department, this altar has a sky For the image, the top layer is covered with nine fan-faced rough stones, and the second and third layers extend outward in multiples of nine.

Nine, it was originally the number of days. The altar built in this form stands in the vast world, giving people an extraordinarily grand aura.

All the civil and military officials stood around, neatly lined up.

Xu Miaoyin and Nan Yan walked over, stood on both sides of the steps on the second floor of the altar, and raised their hands respectfully.

At this time, ceremonial music sounded in front.

They looked up and saw that they were the noble children on Danbi Avenue, holding knives, axes, swords, halberds, as well as hesui, colorful flags, wearing sacrificial gowns, singing and dancing, and slowly stepping along with the ceremony and music. Go to the altar.

The sacrifice has already begun.

Nan Yan immediately held his breath and stared in front of him. Zhu Feng was wearing the emperor's sacrificial gown, walking towards this side slowly.

The sound of ritual music made his footsteps look heavier and more steady than usual.

After a while, he walked under the altar.

The queen brought her noble concubine, as well as the concubines and officials around her, and bowed to him: "The emperor."

Zhu Feng faintly brushed his sleeves: "Flat body."

"Xie Emperor."

The crowd slowly stood up, and Zhu Feng lifted his clothes and slowly walked up to the altar. On the third floor of the altar, there was a table for sacrificial worship. On the sacrificial table, there were three cows, sheep and pigs. This is too fast to sacrifice, and three cups of wine.

Zhu Feng stepped forward and stood in the middle of the altar.

From afar, a bell rang.

The priest next to him immediately stepped forward, took one of the sacrifices, and offered it to him, Zhu Feng raised his head high, bowed to the sky, and then handed it back to the priest.

After the same sacrifices are offered, there are three glasses of sacrifice wine.

Zhu Feng offered his first glass of sacrifice wine to God.

However, just as he was about to raise the second cup of sacrificial wine, the following Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites suddenly spoke: "The emperor."

The entire altar was so quiet that there was only the sound of the wind, everyone held their breath, and suddenly someone spoke, everyone was shocked.

Nan Yan immediately turned to look at him.

Yan Gu stepped forward and said loudly: "The emperor, the sacrifice must be divided into the first offering and the Yaxian. Since the emperor has just served as the first offering, then the Yaxian, the emperor should choose someone else."

Zhu Feng was about to touch the hand of the wine glass and took it back.

He slowly turned around, and looked down at the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites condescendingly: "Oh? What Yan Shangshu said is that I can't offer the second cup of sacrificial wine?"

Yan Gu said: "God bless the great inflammation and Fu Zuo will last forever, and it must be passed on from generation to generation, so that it will last forever. This time the emperor's sacrifice to Ya Xian will naturally follow this natural principle.

When Zhu Feng heard these words, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

He said: "Shang Shu's remarks are also reasonable."

"..."

"Then Shangshu thinks, who should I let to perform the Asian offering?"

Yan Shangshu's face sank slightly and did not speak, while someone in the crowd said softly: "His Royal Highness Ning is a blood relative of the emperor, and a minister of thighs. This time the capital is moved, His Highness Ning has made great contributions."

"Yes, His Royal Highness King Ning can take on the important task of Ya Xian."

"His Royal Highness King Ning..."

Listening to the words "His Royal Highness King Ning" kept on being heard from below, Nan Yan's brows were wringed.

The words of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites have a meaning.

As a dynasty, I hope that my Fuzuo will last forever. Naturally, it will be passed on from generation to generation. In the past, the first offering and the Yaxian were indeed different when offering sacrifices to the world. Generally speaking, the emperor was the first offering, and the Yaxian was usually the prince.

But now, everyone first recommends Ning Wang Zhuxuan for the Asian offering!