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

"Second Young Master Jian..."

She murmured.

In the sun, Jian Ruocheng's face was almost transparent, and the blue veins on the backs of his hands holding the paperwork were constantly trembling.

The sacrifice is in his hand.

But in his sleeve, there is another "sacrifice word".

This "sacrifice" is enough to turn today's ceremony into a joke, and it will pull Zhu Feng from the high clouds into the mud.

Everything will happen in an instant.

but--

I do not know how long it has been.

The emcee looked at the scale of Fenxiang and couldn't help frowning.

He stepped forward and lowered his voice and said, "Recite the sacrificial words."

Jian Ruocheng looked down at the document in his hand. He had read the text on it before. It was a very beautiful memorial text, but at this moment, he couldn't see it at all, only felt that it was a cold, unfamiliar word.

He took a deep breath.

"The world goes smoothly..."

When he opened his mouth, all the palpitations and tremors disappeared without a trace at this moment. His voice was the same as in the past, every time in the court, he put forward the policy outline to Zhu Feng; in the classroom, preached to the students Like karma to solve puzzles, sonorous and powerful, bright and clear.

Chen sacrifices, prepares the tripod, Liqinse controls the bells and drums...

When they heard the sacrificial text he was reading, some of the students standing around immediately showed shocked expressions, as if they could not believe their ears, and suddenly turned their heads to look at him.

And more students have begun to recite.

Chen sacrifices, prepares the tripod, Liqinse controls the bells and drums...

The crowd panicked for a moment.

However, when Jian Ruocheng continued to recite, the students had no choice but to turn their heads and began to recite aloud to the crowd of people watching the ceremony:

Cultivating his blessings, so as to descend to the gods, and his ancestors, to rectify the monarchs and ministers, to strengthen the father and son...

Nanyan stood in place.

Until this moment, her hanging heart finally fell back.

She let out a long breath.

Ran Xiaoyu on the side, although he didn't know what happened, he probably understood that the words Nan Yan suddenly said to her just now were related to Jian Ruocheng.

However, Jian Ruocheng did not make a choice that made Nan Yan sad.

She couldn't help showing a smile on her face, looking down at Princess Xinping in her arms, smiling softly: "It's all right."

"Hehe."

Princess Xinping laughed and stretched out her hands to hug her neck.

After a while, most of the eulogy had been read.

When I read the phrase "Brother Yimu, Yiqi up and down", there was another long bell in the distance.

Nan Yan hurriedly turned around, and saw that the door of Famen Hall was completely opened at this moment, and a familiar figure walked out of it.

It is Zhu Feng!

At this moment, he has put on a grand dress.

He was originally tall and sturdy, and then put on a grand dress. At this moment, it gave people a feeling of towering and unshakable, just as he looked at Jian Ruocheng at this moment.

Although at that moment, everyone including Nan Yan was anxious and uneasy, but he did not.

He believed in his own judgment and in his control over this person and this matter.

In the recitation of Jian Ruocheng and the students, he walked out of the Famen Temple step by step, followed the central avenue, slowly ascended the high platform, and walked straight to the Chong En Pagoda.

And in his hand, holding a tray.

On top of them were two sets of clothes. Although they were a bit old, the gold and silver threads were still shining brightly in the sun. It was the dress worn by Emperor Gao and Empress Xian Chen.

This is the relic he wants to send into the Chong En Pagoda today.

As soon as I saw the emperor walking out holding the relics of the first emperor and the first queen, the concubines standing under the high platform, under the leadership of the queen, also slowly stepped forward. When they reached their respective positions, I wish Feng also happened to pass in front of them.

These people bow down one by one according to their ranks.

Because the imperial concubine was not there, it was Concubine Kang who stood behind the empress. Nan Yan looked at Wu Wan and the others, one by one, all the way to Kang Bi.

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

The few people that I worry about the most have not caused anything.

Today's ceremony is still very smooth.

As long as Zhu Feng sends the relics of the first emperor and the first queen into the tower-and this is his own business, no one else can enter the tower, and no accidents-then the whole ceremony is basically completed.

At this moment, Zhu Feng has walked under the Chong En Pagoda.

Hearing a long, hoarse voice, the red door of Chong Enta slowly opened in front of him.

Although the sun was shining brightly outside, the light inside the tower was dim. As soon as the door opened, a chill was blown out of it.

Zhu Feng's footsteps stopped slightly, and then he continued to walk in.

Jian Ruocheng and his students continue to recite the sacrificial poems: It's the Heavenly Huo...

Following the sacrifice, Zhu Feng stepped up the steps and stepped into the high threshold of the tower. Everyone raised their heads cautiously and looked up, only to see his tall figure disappearing inside the gate. .

The door was closed again.

At this moment, everyone felt that they were also dark.

Everyone hurriedly raised their heads, only to realize that a large cloud of dark clouds floated from somewhere, slowly covering the sun.

It's overcast

Originally nestled in Ran Xiaoyu's arms, he was cautious and calm, watching the door close, suddenly his mouth collapsed, and he started crying.

Nan Yan turned around suddenly: "What's the matter?"

It was fine just now, why did you start crying all of a sudden?

Ran Xiaoyu also wondered, especially the surrounding area was so quiet, only the sound of very orderly chants echoed above his head. Suddenly the cry of a child sounded, which seemed a bit startling. Suddenly, the queen and all the concubines in the palaces frowned. Looked over here.

Nan Yan was also a little panicked.

She and Ran Xiaoyu hurriedly hugged Xinping to coax her: "What's the matter? Your Royal Highness, why did you cry suddenly?"

"Xinping, don't cry soon."

"Wow--"

Xinping didn't listen to them at all, so she just cried with her big mouth open, tears falling from the corners of her eyes one by one, making her clothes wet.

what happened?

Nan Yan coaxed her, and suddenly felt unspeakable heart palpitations-usually, Xin Ping seldom cried like this, especially on such a solemn occasion, and cried inexplicably.

She turned her head abruptly, and at this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly said loudly: "Look!"

Everyone raised their heads subconsciously, and saw that a fireball suddenly flashed in the somewhat gloomy sky and flew towards the Chong En Pagoda.

That is--

arrow!

Arrow with flames!