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The visiting guests came in one after another, and the guests and hosts made and waved respectively, and sat down after two or three salutes.

A row of deacons stood on the east side of the church, each holding a lacquer box of equal size, in which the official clothes, soap shirts, and dark clothes were folded separately, with the collar facing east, and they were lined up from north to south.

The crown is held on a plate by three priests, standing on the west side of the field, facing south, and arranged from east to west.

An incense case is located in the middle of the north end of the site. A small incense burner is placed next to the desk, and the fine incense is burned in it. There is a cup, a washer, and a towel on the table. Wine lord one. There are two large seats on the front side of the incense table, which are the main seats.

A mat in the center of the venue is larger than the other mats, which is the crown seat.

Guest seats are divided into two rows on both sides of the venue.

The seats are covered with soft cushions for guests and hosts to sit. All participants are bathed and dressed and seated on the table.

Admission is welcome.

Zhong Mingyang sat at the table, and the Queen Mother sat beside her.

The owner of the crown ceremony originally required the royal family, and the parents were the most suitable. But Wanyan Guchen was gone, and Zhong Mingyang replaced him as his maternal uncle.

Jiuguzi is the guest of honor, and he personally crowns Wanyan Min. Zhong Luo was the praiser and assisted Wan Yanmin in combing his hair and changing clothes. Wan Yanmin wears ordinary court clothes, inlaid with vermilion brocade edges, and cloth boots.

Wan Yan Min had no feelings for this important day that belonged to him, just waiting for a room of people to turn his ordinary body into a glittering luxury for him.

The musicians exited and the crown ceremony officially began.

Because Wanyan Guchen died, Wanyan Min needed to worship his portrait first, indicating that he had completed the ritual in front of the ancestors.

Wan Yanmin bowed three times to the portrait with mixed feelings.

Nanyue looked at it from a distance and felt that the person in the portrait was not good-looking. After thinking about it for a long time, laughing at his stupidity, who else can he look like, of course, it is Wanyan Min. However, the person in the portrait is more elegant than Wan Yanmin.

Zhong Ming raised the host to the table, went to the center of the hall, and bowed to the audience. Thank you to the admirers and all the guests.

Then he walked to Wan Yanmin with a comfortable appearance and stood in front of Wan Yanmin, and gave a congratulatory speech: "On the auspicious day of the month, the first Canadian yuan is served." Abandon your young ambitions, and become virtuous. Shou Kao Wei chess, Jieer Jingfu. ”

Then he knelt down on the table and solemnly added a square scarf to Wan Yanmin. Zhong Luo assists and helps him put on his deep clothes.

The men's coronation ceremony is an extremely solemn ceremony, and the coronation goes through three procedures.

Initial deep clothes, large belts, shoes

Add tiaras, soapshirts, leather belts, and tie shoes.

Three large crests, leather belts, and boots.

All the guests were dressed in black and red clothes. Nan Aotian and Du Yuanpeng sat on both sides of the guest seat, Du Yuanpeng was on Shui Wuqing's side, Shui Wuqing's hair was half white, and he was haggard, and he couldn't tell that he was the same age as Nan Aotian.

Nanyue sat behind the ministers with Ning Xin'er and Lin Yilan.

The concept of male superiority and inferiority of women is very strong.

Ning Xin'er sat behind the male guests, but she swayed from side to side and tried to break her head and look into the center of the hall. If it weren't for the sturdy sandalwood chair, it would have almost been brought down by her writhing back and forth.

Nanyue wanted to remind her that this was too funny, and condemned herself in her heart.

Why bother reminding those who get carried away that even a hundred good words will be heard as bad.

But follow Ning Xin'er's obsessive gaze. Nanyue was also gradually stunned.

Ning Xin'er looked at Wan Yanmin. The black dress inlaid with red brocade is extremely dazzling at the moment, with a black collar erected, solemn and straight, and two neat tufts of short hair on the forehead, which sets off the sword eyebrows and flies obliquely, heroic and cold.

Nanyue smirked, and couldn't help but think about it.

Sure enough, people with outstanding talents will be jealous.

Noble birth, peerless appearance, cold and hard wrists, orphaned at an early age, and terminally ill...... Wan Yan Min really accounted for it all.

Nanyue clenched the things in her hand and thought further.

If Wan Yan Min will have such a fate, she is a jealous talent, then what about her?

No talent, no appearance, no father, no mother. Such a person doesn't even bother to care about it.

Probably, it was because I had too much in my previous life that I would have nothing in this life.

Nanyue's thoughts drifted around, and she didn't notice that Lin Yilan put her faint gaze on her back, and there was a sharp and lonely light at the bottom of her picturesque gaze, which contained the special attention that women only have for women. This kind of curved attention adds a touch of gloom to Jing Concubine's dust-free makeup and clothes, which can't be washed off.

Some people could have lived a bright and wanton life, but they had to use the brilliance of others to dim themselves. This tool used to dim oneself is called jealousy.

Concubine Jing's elegant gaze gradually crossed Nanyue and swept towards Nan Qingxue, who was sitting on the side of the minister's daughter.

The relationship between the two sisters is worth considering.

Of course, Nanyue also noticed Nan Qingxue, her good sister was looking at her emperor's husband at the moment.

Nan Yue's elbow rested on the back of the chair, casually turning the hair hanging from her ear, and smiled tolerantly and relievedly. The clothes he chose were really good, which made Wan Yanmin become a strange son in the eyes of women all over the world. But he was originally the real Yan Ruyu. Nanyue admired the handsome face she had created with her own hands, and looked at it without looking at it.

No one is more qualified than she is to look so boldly and directly.

If it weren't for Wan Yan Min repeatedly reminding her of her duty as a pawn, she really doubted that she would fall into it like them. Caught in the bright and bewitching coldness of Wanyan Min, into his cold and unfathomable schemes.

Ah Xing stayed quietly by Nanyue's side, and Nanyue didn't dare to leave him alone in the Jiaofang Palace.

The child's gaze kept looking in the direction of Nan Aotian.

It's not normal for such a solemn expression to appear on a child's face.

Sure enough, after the crown ceremony was dispersed.

Ah Xing seized a great opportunity and grabbed Nan Qingxue's finely crafted sleeves.

A trace of disgust flashed in Nan Qingxue's eyes, and she subconsciously wanted to get rid of this child who had nothing to do with her, like a mess of mud.

There are two reasons why she didn't. Ah Xing has always existed in Nanfu, but he has never existed in Nan Qingxue's eyes.

Nan Qingxue inherited Feng Yanji's excellent critical eye. Picky from the pedigree. Whether it is Ah Xing or Nanyue, they are like garbage in her eyes, but Ah Xing is another garbage picked up by one garbage.

But Nan Qingxue has always had the demeanor of everyone's lady, and she kindly pulled Ah Xing to her side. On the one hand, out of the maintenance of the image of his prime minister's daughter, on the other hand, he received Nan Aotian's eyes.

Father's eyes have always made Nan Qingxue feel afraid. A natural fear that may not be understood.

Just like at this moment, Nan Qingxue didn't understand why Nan Aotian wanted her to keep Ah Xing, but her father's intention was obvious, just to ask her to do this.

Ah Xing's cold eyes looked at Nan Qingxue pulling his hand, feeling the indifference thousands of miles away under Nan Qingxue's smile. But the four or five-year-old child didn't care, he just collected these indifferences silently in his heart, he deliberately grabbed Nan Qingxue's sleeve, and said sweetly: "Sister take me back to Nanfu." ”

If someone has ever observed a child's sneer, they can't help but pay close attention to their words and actions. (To be continued.) )