Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

According to the usual practice, while preparing for the ceremony of the witch sacrifice, the ceremony of the prince is also under preparation.

In the past, the witch sacrifice ceremony has always selected the prince who is most in line with the national fortune, prayed with the emperor, and after the blessing, he was named the crown prince on the spot, and he was the rightful crown prince.

Such a prince not only conforms to the will of the people, but also conforms to the will of God. Coupled with the traditions of the old clan, unless the emperor's favorite prince was weak, for example, before Emperor Yuan succeeded to the throne, he was almost assassinated by the eldest prince with all his strength, otherwise the prince's ceremony would be settled.

If other princes still have the heart of rebellion, the prince can also use force under appropriate circumstances. In any case, the Zong family had to fight every time the throne changed, and there were almost no cases of peaceful changes. This was the norm.

Looking at the results displayed on the wooden sign, it was the other princes who responded the most.

Who would have thought that... the result of the final wooden sign test turned out to be the third prince who has always been unfavored? !

Zong Yongliu's face was ashen, and Zong Hongjiu's expression was resentful. Even Zong Chengsi, who had always been hypocritical, broke his work. His fingers were deeply carved into the palm of his hand, leaving bloodstains like teeth for months. On the contrary, Zong Yuanwu, with a smirk on his face, seemed quite happy for his Three Emperor Brothers.

In addition to the prince, the aristocratic families of different princes in the line also have quite a few criticisms. On the contrary, the courtiers looked at each other with their eyes, nose, nose and heart. Xue Yushi's face showed a look of relief, while Pei Qianxue was stunned. He didn't even have time to take out the sparse expression hidden in his sleeves.

Of course, it was Zong Luo who was most astonished.

The prince in white was pushed onto the altar in a daze, like a dumb goose.

Because of what happened last night, Zong Luo's mood suddenly calmed down eerily after washing himself clean and on his way to the Wu sacrifice ceremony.

So much so that he knelt at the bottom of the altar, Taiwu summoned the wooden box, and the other princes looked forward to it, hoping that when his name appeared on the wooden plaque, his heart would still be like water.

Because of the next development, Zong Luo already knew all about it.

In the previous life, he knelt here like this, he couldn't help but quietly raised his head, but he met Emperor Yuan's icy and bone-piercing gaze, followed by thunder and anger. Then, the Three Princes' Mansion was distributed to the frontier...

No matter how bad it was, it was because of his initiative in this life that Emperor Yuan received confirmation from the wooden sign, suspecting that he had been fooled for so many years, and promulgated the decree of death in a rage.

Nothing more than these two results.

It has been more than half a year since I found out about this. Pain is pain, but after confessing everything, Zong Luo can also face the result calmly, no matter what kind it is.

However, what he didn't expect was that the last thing Emperor Yuan read out was his name.

I didn't even expect that the word Zongluo was actually engraved on the wooden sign that lit up with golden light.

After Wu He loudly announced that the next appointed crown prince was the third prince, the entire imperial city was boiling. Or to use the word boiling to describe it is a little light, there is real joy and cheers on the streets and alleys, and the cheers are deafening.

"Great, the third prince is our future emperor!"

"It really is the third prince, really such a fairy-like character!"

The people do not know what to seize the reserve, the position of the aristocratic family, and what the court parties are fighting for. They only know that the third prince is a good man, and he can do everything he can with compassion for the people. The inn that serves porridge at the gate of the city all year round belongs to the Third Prince, the doctor who consults for free in the pharmacy is the Third Prince’s Mansion, and Xuanqi is also the first to go out for disaster relief on weekdays.

Almost at the moment when the wooden sign was lit up, Tai Wu, who had been standing in the center of the altar, raised his bone staff high and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

In contrast, the blood flowing from the neck of the alien beast into the blood tank in the Sifang Wu Temple also quickly turned pale. After that, Tai Wu closed his eyes tightly, chanting words, as if he had aged many years in an instant.

Zong Luo, who was pushed forward, continued the process of the witch sacrifice ceremony together with Emperor Yuan.

First, the formation, incense, chanting Wu music, picked up the wormwood branches, the leaves stained with dark green liquid swept through the air, scattered droplets of dust.

The ritual of witchcraft continues.

In the middle of the sky, the pale golden cloud became brighter.

The Kuiwen totem seems to be alive, one corner and one foot are constantly hovering above the clouds, the long tail is rolled up like a hook, and the illusory mouth is opened.

"God bless me Dayuan!"

The emperor wearing a black gold dragon robe stood side by side with him, holding up the bronze wine cup in his hand.

The icy liquor was spilled on the altar floor. As time goes by, the mysterious lines engraved on the altar also seem to light up and wake up, corresponding to the totems in the sky.

Zong Luo also raised his hand in a daze.

"God bless me Dayuan!"

There were shouts one after another in the imperial city, one louder than one louder, turning up the sound waves.

......

The shamanic ceremony lasted for a long time, from morning to noon.

It was only after Tai Wu left the stage to change his clothes that Zong Luo finally had some room to breathe.

The palace servants with trays in their hands stepped forward one after another with their heads lowered.

Inside there is a nine-chapter Gon crown, five-chapter Xuanyi, and four-chamber robes, a total of nine chapters. The white yarn is in the middle, the sash is five, and the small sash is three, and it is well organized. It is printed with dark gold patterns, fine stitches, gold hooks, jade beads, and even Kui patterns that have just appeared on the clouds, which are extremely complicated and luxurious.

On the other side of the velvet pad is a crown of nine crowns, all strung with tassel gold and jade, with red tassel strung on the top. Embellished with nine glittering jade beads.

It was just before Emperor Yuan's birthday last time that the Clothing Bureau accidentally gave Zong Luo the wrong crown of the crown prince.

The crown prince's mian robe is the same dark red color as the emperor's, which is extremely stable and majestic. In addition, the rest of the royal crown suits cannot be used in this color.

After the witch sacrifice ceremony, followed by the prince's ceremony, you have to go up after changing your clothes.

The servants helped him dress up in fancy clothes, while Zong Luo was like a puppet, letting others play with it.

Noble and unparalleled, symbolizing supreme power, the luxurious robes of the next emperor's successor are added to his body one by one, followed by belts, pendants...

Below the altar, the courtiers who stood up again breathed a sigh of relief.

When they came here early this morning, the saint's face was almost dripping with ink, and he seemed to be in a very bad mood. Everyone was terrified.

Fortunately, the third prince successfully became the crown prince, and the sage's face became clear with the naked eye, and the thunderstorm even reached the peak in history. stunned.

The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, and everyone shook their heads in their hearts, it really is the Sacred Heart unpredictable.

"Today is a day of great joy, why are you so absent-minded?"

After changing clothes, Emperor Yuan looked at the three sons in front of him who were dressed in Chinese clothes, thinking about his years of hard work, and finally pulling people up. Proud in his heart, although his tone was stern, he could not help but be a little softer.

Originally, according to the regulations, after the prince changed his clothes, on the high platform, the emperor should personally put on the nine crowns for him.

There are two people standing on the high platform, even if everyone is watching, they are whispering.

However, since Emperor Yuan wanted to speak to Zong Luo at this time, others would not dare to accuse him of saying no, they only dared to wait.

The hand tucked under the cuff embroidered with gold thread suddenly tightened, Zong Luo gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "My son is not absent-minded, it's just... Father, you were drunk last night, do you remember being drunk? What happened during that time?"

The servant next to him knelt on the ground with a tray, and he couldn't hear it.

Emperor Yuan frowned and said: "Why don't you remember? I was in the army at the beginning, not to mention that a thousand cups are not drunk, at least a hundred cups will never be a problem."

That's what it means to hear.

Zong Luo raised his eyes in astonishment: "Then why is the father..."

The emperor did not answer his words, but took out Zhan Lu from the tray.

Although earlier, Emperor Yuan gave this king sword to Zongluo. However, after all, it was a private gift without fanfare, and not everyone who saw Zhan Lu's scabbard knew what Zhan Lu looked like.

Now that it is mentioned on the bright side, it is to let everyone know about it.

Wang Jian Zhanlu, the real number one sword in the world. If you are not satisfied with this crown prince, how can you give it?

"What why?"

Emperor Yuan personally helped him tie the sword, and inadvertently wrote lightly: "But when you say this, it's weird to say, I really had a nightmare last night."

"I dreamed that you were kneeling in front of me, saying that you were not of my blood, and that you took out Zhan Lu, took out the elixir and Xuanqi tiger talisman that you had never taken, and put them on the collapse. After waking up, there was really Zhanlu on the collapse. He Hufu, if I hadn't seen the elixir, and today's ceremony had not gone wrong, I'm afraid I would have to be caught in that nightmare."

Those trembling courtiers must not have imagined that it was because of this nightmare that the Holy One continued to be in a low pressure state all morning, lest what he had was a precognition dream and the nightmare would become a reality.

Zong Luo listened, only to feel chills in his limbs: "...No elixir?"

But he clearly remembered that before kowtowing, he honestly placed these three things neatly on the couch, confirmed repeatedly, and then left.

How could there be no elixir?

"What nonsense, that elixir was not eaten by you earlier, could it be that you also had nightmares?"

"But I'm really not—" Zong Luo wanted to say, but was dumbfounded for a moment.

The wooden sign was on, and the elixir was gone, so he couldn't prove that he was not the bloodline of Emperor Yuan.

Today is a good day, and it is in the public. Emperor Yuan didn't mind Zongluo's fault, but his eyes fell on the prince's pure white hair: "If I had known that the elixir had such side effects... You should still use the method of the medical saint, it is better to be more secure, and you can't be in a hurry."

"But since your eyes are better, it's a good thing. If you delay it, it won't be good." If you delay it, I'm afraid...

The stern tyrant paused, reaching for the last item from the tray.

The crown prince, who was wearing a nine-chapter crown, was kneeling in front of him.

The nine crowns with jade strings hanging from both ends were picked up firmly and gently buckled on the top of the white-haired prince's head, exactly the same as the twelve crowns on Emperor Yuan's head, which symbolized supreme power.

At the end, Emperor Yuan took a step back.

He looked at Zong Luo deeply and deeply for a long time, and finally said with satisfaction: "Yes, quite my demeanor."

This crown prince's uniform, worn on Zong Luo, is really suitable.

Even he himself, at this moment, only feels that he is in a dream.

Yao Yao thought of the rebirth in this world, Zong Luo's original purpose was to seize the reserve.

It's just that I went through all kinds of things in the middle, went through twists and turns, and finally gave up voluntarily, because of my identity. Who would have thought that, after going around, this dress was actually worn by him.

Just like in front of him, standing on the high platform, accepting the kowtows of the courtiers and the people, all the people surrender, but it is also something that I dare not even think about.

Even if the rest of the princes are reluctant, the emperor and the prince are the objects they need to bow down to.

"See Your Majesty! See His Royal Highness!"

The sound was deafening.

Emperor Yuan was clearly standing beside him, but his voice was as far away as the fog, full of emotion: "I've been waiting for this day for too long."

Yeah, it's been too long.

According to the rules of the old clan, it was not until the day before the enthronement that all the ancestral teachings could be passed down to tell the prince the truth. If it weren't for Zongluo's death in this life, and Emperor Yuan's loss and recovery, and if it weren't for drunkenness, Zongluo probably didn't know how long he would be kept in the dark.

"See Your Majesty! See His Royal Highness!"

The cheers continued.

In a trance, standing between this heaven and earth, looking at the heads of people worshipping Wu Ya, Zong Luo fell into an ice cellar.

Because he knew it was fake.

How could the elixir that he placed beside Emperor Yuan disappear without any reason? The only possibility is to be taken away.

Zong Luo's name was engraved on the wooden sign. He was not the blood of Emperor Yuan at all. He should have been clean and could not detect anything.

The robes he was wearing should have been worn by another person.

He should not be the one who enjoys all this.

But he was speechless, unable to argue.