Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 193 Can I hug you (29) (Gageng)

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   Three days later.

  The funeral ceremony of the late emperor.

  The mournful horn suffocated heavily from the instrument, spreading across the whole land,

  Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell from the gloomy sky with the wind, bringing sadness and solemnity into the brightly lit ancestral temple, and wet the vermilion threshold.

  The national teacher who always loved red clothes changed into a plain mourning dress, and walked slowly from the jade bricks to the imperial mausoleum,

  The face was calm and cold, and the white hand was holding the golden decree, and slowly opened it under the eyes of everyone,

  The snow didn’t fall heavily, it just fell lightly on the ground, leaving a light layer of frost,

   Representing the supreme god, the stunning national teacher, in a clear tone, read the last decree of the late emperor to all the subjects who believed in it,

"By God, the emperor's edict said. The sons of the ancestors, the emperors, and the descendants of the princes and princes are all safe now. If you can be vigilant and safe after my death, I will die happily. My prince Chu Heng has a noble character and deep Xiao Zhen bows, and he will be able to inherit the great order. When I ascend the throne, that is, the emperor, that is, follow the public system, hold the clothes for 27 days, release the clothes and announce them at home and abroad, so that the salty envoys can hear about them. —Chu Han forty-one years and ten years January thirteenth, Mao."

  The vast and empty imperial mausoleum rejects the undeniably cold female voice,

   As if it could be heard in the empty valley, the will of the first emperor was conveyed to everyone's ears, majestic and extremely solemn.

  The plain-clothed boy knelt down on the next step, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked at the snow-white jade brick calmly, with a calm expression.

   There is no trace of joy, and the calmness is a little strange.

  After the reading of the will is completed,

  Standing at the highest position, the national teacher slowly bent down, holding the will in mid-air with a gentle and gentle gesture,

   "His Royal Highness, accept the order?"

  The kneeling boy moved a bit,

   Half a sound,

  He raised his head slowly, staring at the god-like Su Yi Guoshi with his strangely black eyes, a secretive smile slowly appeared on his lips,

   "My son, accept the order."

  Hands full of scars took over the imperial decree with a pious gesture,

  The cold fingertips seemed to touch the woman's warm hand inadvertently, and they slid across gently without showing any traces.

  He stood up slowly, his body was still weak,

  The childish face that has not completely faded, is exquisite, and seems to be covered with a layer of haze,

  He stared closely at the woman in front of him, with a calm smile on his lips,

  Holding the imperial decree made of silk with gentle hands, he opened his mouth,

  The still slightly immature juvenile voice, mixed with the sandy meaning of adults, seems inexplicably gentle,

   "Thank you, father, and also Mr. National Teacher."

  The national teacher's eyelashes trembled, and he calmly withdrew his hand.

  The young man received the imperial decree, and immediately became the new emperor.

  He turned and faced all his subjects,

  The subjects all knelt, the voice was loud and tidy, "See Your Majesty—"

   "Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live—"

  The national teacher who was originally standing at the highest position also walked down the steps, knelt down,

   Kneeling at the feet of the new emperor in the most submissive posture, he said softly, "Your Majesty, Wanan."

  Xindi stood calmly, his eyes as black as lacquer, looking down at everyone without any waves.

  He was dressed in plain mourning clothes, which well covered his thin body,

  Like a god-killer looking down on all living beings, without a trace of pity and love in his heart,

  Ascending to a high position will only increase the power in his hands and allow him more opportunities to act recklessly.

  He slowly leaned over and helped the kneeling national teacher up,

  The cold palm touched her hand, the strength was not strong,

  But invisibly, some emotions appeared,

  The dark eyeballs stared at her calmly, the lip color was pale, and the curve gradually deepened,

   "Master National Teacher, there is no need to be too polite."

  (end of this chapter)