The first rays of morning light stained the blue bricks and gray tiles of Kangshou Palace. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A little bit of light pink cherry blossom sunlight sprinkled, casting mottled shadows in the dense green shade of the palace, the parrot song under the porch began to cry ignorantly, and a little girl rubbed her hazy sleepy eyes, and put on her clothes to add water and food to it.

There is still some time before His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the two ladies come to kowtow again. Before that, the Queen Mother still had an hour or two to spare, and since Mama Bai had made up her mind, she was unwilling to put off some things until tomorrow.

At dawn, she sorted out a lot of things, the longevity ointment hidden in the dark grid, the sharp knife that never left her pillow, and the gentian grass she had just obtained last night were all arranged in a dark brown gold-filled lacquer box, ready to show the queen mother.

Although it is said that they have been their own masters and servants over the years, in the backyard of the post station that was in chaos, the two also worshiped the moon and were willing to accompany each other from time to time. Speaking of which, for the safety of her younger brother that day, Mama Bai did do something sorry for the Queen Mother, but after all, she was deeply affectionate to the Queen Mother, and she also took the oath of the past.

Mama Bai walked to the queen mother's bedroom with the box in her hand, and the bronze and gold embroidery patterns on the dark brown palace clothes were particularly bright.

In front of the Zhengde Palace, the civil and military ministers have stood solemnly, Murong Peng is still dressed in the clothes of the old prince, and he is in the side hall early, but waiting for the auspicious time has come, Emperor Chongming personally issued a holy decree.

On the red gold five-color dragon throne, Emperor Chongming was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, and the crown on his head hung down nine jades, which fell squarely in the center of his eyebrows, and the emperor's majesty was undoubtedly demonstrated.

On his right side stood Xia Ge Lao, holding the Xixia heirloom jade seal and cinnabar red seal. On the left is Chen Rujun, holding the holy decree that has been written a long time ago, just waiting for Emperor Chongming to seal it.

As the courtiers most relied on by Emperor Chongming, the two elders were jade belt python robes, standing in danger, like two solid barriers, firmly protecting the emperor's left and right.

Behind Emperor Chongming, there was still a chief administrator Xuan Shuang, who was dressed in a black gold-painted dress, but when the jade seal fell from the holy decree, he was about to announce it to the world.

The auspicious time has arrived, the nine melodious bells resounded in the Zhengde Palace, the two important ministers knelt in front of Emperor Chongming on the left and right, Emperor Chongming invited out the jade seal, and then opened the jade box containing the cinnabar red seal, and the treasure seal on that side fell carefully and firmly on the holy decree of Ming Huang.

The bright morning sun is like a glow, reflecting the colorful golden dragon in the north of the holy decree, Xuanshuang knelt a few steps, took the holy decree, and stood upright on the white marble platform under the emperor's throne.

"The third prince of Xuan, Murong Peng, goes to the palace", one after another with a strong voice, since before the dragon seat of the Zhengde Palace, has been transmitted to the side hall that Murong Peng has been waiting for a long time.

Murong Peng clenched his fists slightly, and he could feel a handful of sweat in his palm.

Looking at Empress Chu, Murong Wei, Murong Hui, and Tang Jia'er's encouraging gaze beside him, Murong Peng paid homage in the direction of the Zhengde Palace, and his voice was loud and confident: "The son of the minister is in order." ”

A team of chamberlains opened the way with dust whisks, and Murong Peng walked unhurriedly on the long red felt road, passing in front of the courtiers who were prostrate on the ground. His pale yellow palace robe painted with splendid landscape patterns was caressed by the wind, and the corners of his clothes were rubbed against the back of Su Duhan's hand, which was also kneeling on the ground, as if heavier than Mount Tai and as light as a feather.

The red felt, which could not be seen at a glance, awakened some of Su Duhan's sleeping memories.

The red felt avenue leading to the Zhengde Hall, as well as the white marble platform as clean as the first snow, which was clearly stained with the imprints of Yuan Fei's blood, left his father's humiliating bow, and his indelible hatred.

Once a son of heaven and a courtier, the old ministry who was loyal to his father and the good general who died to the Su family has been annihilated into the ground and has long disappeared in everyone's memory.

And the person sitting on the dragon chair in the Zhengde Hall clearly stole his father's throne and sat for eight years. Now he refuses to give it back to himself, but he canonizes his immature son who doesn't know anything as a prince.

Su Duhan's nails pierced deep into his palms, and viscous blood slid down, rolling into the red felt on the floor.

The dazzling red, how could it represent festivity, and it was clearly dyed with blood.

Thinking of Su Guangfu's entrustment today, please calm down. Su Duhan took a deep breath, put aside the images that flashed in his mind like lightning, and tilted his head lower.

Murong Peng knelt in front of the dragon chair upright, Xuanshuang held the holy decree in his hand, took two steps forward, and unfolded it in front of him.

There was silence from far and near, only Xuanshuang's low but loud voice resounded in all directions: Emperor Shaoji is in charge, long-term stability, will establish the Yuan Prince, Maolong Guoben, and comfort the hope of his subjects with the auspiciousness of Mianzong Society. I am a heavenly family and give birth to a son-in-law. It is advisable to accept the Empress Dowager's mercy and build a storage ceremony, which should be held immediately.

"Long live my father, long live, long live, long live", Murong Peng raised his hands above his head, took the holy decree handed over by Xuanshuang, and bowed three kneels and nine bows to Emperor Chongming again.

Emperor Chongming gave the golden book on the spot, as well as the golden seal of the prince in the jade box, and solemnly admonished Murong Peng a few words, his eyes were full of relief.

The purple and gold crown ribbon symbolizing the identity of the crown prince was personally worn by Emperor Chongming on Murong Peng's head, and the Nine Crowns hung down from Murong Peng's forehead, revealing his clear but heroic eyes.

On the prince's dress with a black and red background rolling with gold edges, nine four-clawed golden dragons flew and circled, and his feet stepped on the four water waves, which was so majestic and magnificent, showing his incomparably noble identity.

This boy, who was only eight or nine years old, had not grown up, and his weak body stood on top of the main hall, and he looked so upright that he gave the old ministers unprecedented hope.

Murong Peng stood proudly on top of the main hall and turned to face the courtiers. In the thunderous sound of worship, Su Duhan, who was kneeling in the first row, clenched his back molars, only to feel that his blood was surging.

Whether he wants it or not, history repeats itself. It seems that he went back to eight years ago, and he knelt in front of Emperor Chongming under the dragon chair that was hiding under the dragon chair in the main hall and saw his father's tall figure as a mountain, and now he was himself again, kneeling in front of his son so humbly.

The sound of the mountain calling the prince Chitose was long-lasting, like a hammer hitting Su Duhan's heart, shaking him with a bang. For a moment, he tasted the saltiness in his mouth.

The former Huangkou child, now after all, is above himself, and if he sees it in the future, he will bow and bow, when will such a day come to an end.

Su Duhan silently called for Su Guangfu in his heart, calling for the Su clan people thousands of miles away. He couldn't wait, and his heart and mind were to let the blood of the father and son stain the hall red, and wash away the shame of his father and himself.

The crown prince ceremonies, but the ceremony is not over. Immediately afterwards, it was the will to canonize Murong Xuan as Prince Xian, and it completely knocked Su Duhan into the dust.