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

Before, King Ning was given the opportunity of Prince Yin Jing. Although there is such a tradition, after all, there is no official confirmation. At this moment, the words of these courtiers, it is clear that he must be openly confirmed in this ritual ceremony. The identity of the heir!

No way!

Absolutely not!

Nan Yan couldn't help clenching his fists.

But at this time, she also told herself not to be impulsive.

If today's incident is really well prepared, then the other party can't have only this level, she can't make a move too early.

So, he looked up at Zhu Feng on the altar.

And Zhu Feng also looked down at these noisy officials, his eyes suddenly cold.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he suddenly said, "King Ning."

At this moment, Zhu Xuan, who was standing in the crowd, took a step forward, raised his hand respectfully, and said, "What is the emperor's order?"

Zhu Feng said: "It seems that you are what everyone expects today. Do you think you can take on the important task of Yaxian?"

"This--"

King Ning glanced at him.

Although I have known that Zhu Feng was influenced by Libi and Fengshu because of the relationship between tea and fragrance, but for some reason, he looked up at him at this moment. Because of the backlight, he can only vaguely see him outlined by the sun. With his tall figure, he couldn't see the expression on his eyes and face. This kind of ambiguity caused Zhu Xuan's heart to feel an inexplicable anxiety.

He took a deep breath and retreated, saying, "These are just the meanings of the ministers. Whether or not Yaxian can be made depends on the emperor's arrangements."

This sentence is clearly forcing Zhu Feng.

This person, never found out before, he was so shrewd, even shrewd a little aggressive.

Nan Yan frowned and glanced at him.

At this moment, another clear voice rang from the crowd, saying loudly, "No!"

As soon as he heard this voice, others were acceptable. Jian Ruocheng, who was standing behind King Ning, suddenly paled.

All the people also looked back.

I saw a figure standing high in the crowd.

No one else, it is Jian Tongguang!

As soon as he saw him, Nan Yan's heart beat again, and he subconsciously glanced at Jian Ruocheng, only to see that he lowered his head silently, and his hands hidden in his sleeves clenched tightly.

Jane Tongguang didn't squint, didn't even glance at others, walked forward and bowed to Zhu Feng on the altar: "The emperor."

"Lao Jian," Zhu Feng looked at him with a smile: "This time, many of the complicated etiquette in offering sacrifices to the heavens and the earth can be improved only by reading through ancient books by Jian Lao. Jian Lao worked hard."

"Don't dare."

"Old Jane came out suddenly, he has something to say."

"Of course," Jian Tongguang said loudly: "The emperor also said just now that this time the etiquette of offering sacrifices to the heavens and the earth can only be perfected by the old man reading the ancient books, and the old man is now standing up for this'ritual'."

"Oh? I would like to hear the details."

Jian Tongguang said: “In all dynasties and dynasties, the sacrifices to the heavens and the earth were all served by the emperor. Although Ya Xian was later than the first offering, it had an equally important position. Historically, the crown prince was responsible.”

The people around said immediately: "But the emperor has not yet established a crown prince."

"Yeah, without the crown prince, can't there be someone who can offer it?"

"Since there is no crown prince, King Ning is fine."

...

Listening to everyone's babble, Jane glanced horizontally at these people.

After all, he is a great scholar from the south of the Yangtze River, and he is used to teaching students in class. His eyes are full of awe-inspiring and coercive meaning. When he sees it like this, everyone can't help but silence.

"Humph!"

Jian Tongguang snorted coldly, then glanced at King Ning with a deep face from the corner of his eyes, and then said: "No matter how much King Ning is a minister, he is only a minister, not a crown prince, and can't serve as Yaxian!"

At this time, an attendant from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and sneered: "We all understand what Mr. Jian means. Then, Mr. Jian thinks, who should be appointed to serve as Asia today?"

Just as Jian Tongguang was about to speak, someone next to him said, "Mr. Jian won't want to say, is it Wang Wei?"

Standing on the second floor of the altar, Wei Wang Zhu Chengxuan raised his head at this time.

Jian Tongguang glanced at him and said, "Why not?"

"According to your words, it is not."

At this time, Jian Ruocheng slowly walked up from behind.

At this time, their father and son met.

At this moment, all the people around were quiet. Everyone looked at this scene with an indescribable sense of weirdness. Some people even showed a joking, mocking smile.

Xin said: What if it's a big Confucianist and a rigorous family education? My own son, is not against him, the father and son confronted each other while still offering sacrifices to the world.

As soon as Jian Ruocheng came up, Jian Tongguang's face became darker.

"what did you say?"

"My father, my son was rude today, just to argue with his father."

"You said."

"Father just said that in all dynasties, princes have served as Yaxian. Since King Ning is a minister, not a prince, he is not qualified for this qualification; but King Wei, he is only a king, not a prince, nor can he bear the role of Yaxian. Don't you?"

Jian Tong frowned and said, "However, King Wei is the emperor's flesh and blood after all!"

Jian Ruocheng smiled and said, "His Royal Highness Ning is also the emperor's closest relatives."

"..."

"What's more, now King Ning is not only the prince, but also Jing Zhaoyin of Peking."

Having said that, his voice was slightly longer.

I won’t say anything about the latter.

Because he knows that someone will speak for him in the latter part.

Sure enough, at this moment, the ministers around all said, "Prince Yin Jing."

"That's right, Yin Jing, the princes of the past generations, are not all---Prince candidates?"

"Even if there is no crown prince, but there can be a crown prince?"

"Emperor Gao at the time, didn't he still canonize the grandson of the emperor..."

For a while, everyone was talking babbledly, and the originally solemn place of worship became noisy.

Zhu Feng, who was standing on the altar, had a colder expression in his eyes.

But Zhu Xuan sneered in his heart.

Fortunately, when Zhu Feng was the most confused, he made one of the most important decisions, which was to get the officials to show up and win himself the status of Prince Yin Jing.

Now, even if he had a chance of one in ten thousand, Zhu Feng woke up, he didn't need to be afraid.

This identity has given myself great convenience.

So, he coldly watched these people's retort.

At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded on the altar, but the voice was not as clear as Jian Tongguang, but was slightly low and soft. In the lips, spears, and swords of these ministers, there seemed to be a clear stream suddenly--

"The emperor, my concubine has a word."