Song of Adolescence

Tianhai Field.

Hundreds of dignitaries of Apocalypse City were standing there respectfully, bowed their heads, and looked cautious.

Nuo Da's practice field was silent.

Only one person occasionally yawned lazily, which seemed a little abrupt, but no one dared to blame him. He ranked first, only after the White King Xiao Chong and the Scarlet King Xiao Yu, because his rank was not as good as that of the prince, and he was only a prince, but his status was not inferior to these two princes. After all, when Emperor Mingde left Beijing, he was the supervisor of the country.

And the person who can discipline him is standing on a high platform in the distance.

Between Gaotai and Baiguan, there are sixty-four people, eight vertically and eight horizontally, thirty-two men and thirty-two women. The men hold shields and qi, and the women hold the pheasant and yin.

"Leqi! The chapter of Shiping!" A somewhat sharp voice sounded, and Gong Xuan Jin turned around and walked on the high platform, shouting loudly.

The vocal music suddenly rose, and the sixty-four people in the court danced at the same time.

Majestic and solemn, it belongs only to the dance of the emperor's Bayi.

"Welcome to God!" Qi Tianchen stood beside Jin Xuan and yelled loudly, like a Hong Zhong.

The civil and military officials knelt at the same time, neatly and orderly.

Emperor Mingde, who was standing at the highest point, also walked forward, kneeling in front of the master of the gods of the upper emperor, and offering incense, then turned to the north and offering incense before the ancestors and ancestors of the Xiao family, and finally returned to the original place , To the upright position, each coordinating position, and each subordinate position perform the ceremony of three kneeling and nine knocking. He has a solemn look and solemn manner. Behind him, the four chief supervisors stood blankly with their treasures in their hands.

"Dian Yubo!" Qi Tianchen shouted.

"Music plays the chapter of Jingping!" Duke Jinxuan continued.

The annual sacrificial ceremonies consist of nine rituals, including welcoming the gods, laying jade silk, entering the group, first offering, sub offering, final offering, withdrawing writing, giving off to the gods, and looking forward to the chaos. Each ritual has its own norms, but there is no doubt an exception. At the end, the emperor needs three kneelings and nine prostrates.

Even the host of Beili worshipped the sky respectfully on the stage, and the hundreds of civil and military officials under the stage were even more complete. The ceremony lasted for two hours, during which almost no one dared to speak, most of them frowned. A solemn look, motionless from beginning to end. Only Lan Yuehou said hello to Xiao Yu in a low voice: "You see the emperor is also tired."

Xiao Yu smiled: "Father can still stand up and move around. We just kneel all the time. It's not easier than him."

"You'll know if you try it once." Lan Yuehou smiled maliciously. Last year, Emperor Mingde felt cold and unwell. Lan Yuehou made the salute on his behalf, so he was indeed qualified to say such things.

"Uncle Emperor, the festival is sacred, please stop talking." Xiao Chong said lightly.

Lan Yuehou shrugged, flicked the long sleeves, blocking her mouth, and then secretly bit the hibiscus cake hidden in her hands, and muttered, "I'm a little hungry."

All the civil and military officials saw it, but they dared not speak.

"It's a pity that Ye Xiaoying didn't come today." Lan Yuehou turned his head and glanced. The head of the three armies may not participate in the annual sacrifice ceremony. As expected, none of them came this year. "But I heard that he was ready to come. Well, but there is still no Dragon Seal scroll this year."

Xiao Chong frowned slightly.

Xiao Yu's expression also changed suddenly.

But neither of them spoke.

"Oh, no one cares about me. I will sleep for a while." Lan Yuehou closed her eyes slightly, not knowing whether she was really going to fall asleep or deliberately showing it to the two princes on the side.

The cumbersome and solemn etiquette, the changing dance of literary and dance, the chapter music played by thousands of people.

Two hours later, Qi Tianchen finally uttered those two words: "Wangqi."

The flame suddenly rose, and the silk with words of wishing the sky was thrown into the incense burner and burned. Emperor Mingde raised his head and looked at the sky, preparing to kneel down for the last time.

But he stopped suddenly.

All the officials were stunned, and a question rose in their hearts at the same time: "What's wrong?"

Only Lan Yuehou, who had been half asleep and half awake, opened his eyes and asked what everyone wanted to ask: "What's wrong?"

Emperor Mingde was still standing, motionless.

Above the Tianhai Law Field, someone finally couldn't help but began to whisper.

"Quiet!" An angry shout rang out from the crowd, and suddenly suppressed those fine voices. But the person who said this was the least quiet Lan Yuehou just now. Lan Yuehou looked at the high platform, Qi Tianchen, Father Jinxuan and the four superintendents also noticed the abnormality, but did not dare to move forward.

No one knows what happened to Emperor Mingde.

After the half-stick incense time passed, Emperor Mingde's body swayed slightly, and suddenly fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

The four chief inspectors moved immediately, but some were faster than them.

Qi Tianchen and Father Jinxuan had passed them and came to Emperor Mingde.

"There is an assassin?" an official in the audience exclaimed.

"Presumptuous! There are nine thousand Forbidden Army guards here, there are national teachers and five guardians on stage, how can there be assassins!" Lan Yuehou shouted angrily.

Indeed, there are dignified nine thousand imperial guards, and there are several masters on the stage above the Xiaoyaotian realm. Even if the top two Baili Dongjun and Luo Qingyang on the list are teamed up, they can’t come close to Emperor Mingde here. Body, not to mention coming to the side of Emperor Mingde to assassinate.

The commotion was calmed down by Lan Yuehou again.

Qi Tianchen frowned as soon as he grasped Emperor Mingde's pulse.

"How?" Jin Xuan Gonggong asked.

"It's heart disease." Qi Tianchen replied.

Father Jinxuan frowned. He naturally knew that Emperor Mingde had a heart disease. Ever since the Langya King conspired, Emperor Mingde, who had always been unimpeded, had a heart disease. Only a few people in the government and the public knew about this. Unexpectedly, Emperor Mingde would faint in public today.

No wonder Emperor Star has been dimmed recently. Qi Tianchen thought silently. At first he thought it was the affairs of the overseas fairy island that hurt the emperor's luck, so he tried his best to stop it, but he didn't expect the real reason to be here.

"Where is the celestial master of the Qintian Supervisor?" Lan Yuehou shouted.

"Master Hou." The two heavenly masters swept down from the high platform.

"Trouble lead Baiguan to leave." Lan Yuehou said.

"The door to the field has been opened, and the Taoists of the Qin Tianjian are already leading it."

"Trouble the two celestial masters." Lan Yuehou took a step forward, leaped and swept towards the high platform.

Xiao Chong and Xiao Yu were stunned for a moment, Xiao Yu immediately prepared to leave and move forward, and Xiao Chong immediately called his attendants. But the two celestial masters stopped them: "Please come back, two princes."

"Lan Yuehou can go, why can't I?" Xiao Yu said angrily.

"The national teacher has an order, and you cannot let the two princes go."

"I'm dignified from the north, what qualifications does he have to order me?" Xiao Yu scolded.

"The annual ceremonies have not yet ended. Above the ceremonies, the national teacher's orders are even stronger than the emperor. The Chi King should understand."