Chapter 483: Enthronement

There is another sedan chair parked in front of the emperor's dormitory, the snow yarn is as white as jade, fluttering in the breeze, and the treasure top of the sedan chair is actually a spiritual carving of the spirit treasure level. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

With such a style, the ninth sister doesn't have to think about it to know who it is.

When I stepped into the palace gate, I heard the old emperor's heavy cough, and he seemed to be under a lot of pressure.

"Congratulations." The first to speak was the witch sitting on the side.

Zhou Yu glanced at the old emperor behind the bright yellow gauze account, and said with a smile: "Accept." ā€

Wuzi's smile flickered, and he turned to look at the ninth sister.

The girl raised her eyebrows like strings, holding Zhou Yu's arm affectionately, and the silver bell seemed to smile and said: "Accept." ā€

There was a crack in Wuzi's tense face, and he was born with red lips and white teeth, and the hidden anger made him more like a gambling child, a little more alive, no longer so gloomy and deadly.

"Prince," the Emperor called, his voice uncomfortably suppressed.

"Uncle Huang," Zhou Yu stepped forward and heard the old emperor's order: "You, take the throne today, Wuzi has come to pray for you." ā€

The ninth sister raised her eyebrows, can Wuzi have this kindness?

The witch looked calm and full of style.

"Yu Qing has already gone to prepare, you will ascend the throne today, and you will ascend the throne today." The old emperor stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhou Yu, and said every word hoarsely.

"Your Majesty......" The ninth sister took a step forward, only to find that the old emperor's eye sockets were deeply sunken, and it was obviously time to come.

"How can this be, isn't it three days?" The ninth sister suddenly turned her head and glared at Wuzi.

The young man bowed his head when he was old: "Your Majesty is older, and if you can't withstand the good fortune, the goddess doesn't have to be reluctant." ā€

The ninth sister clenched her fists, Zhou Yu beside her grabbed her, and the girl knelt in front of the emperor's bed.

"Crown Princess, don't ...... if you promise me, Don't forget. The old emperor's eyes were cloudy, but he stared at the ninth sister.

The girl nodded: "Don't worry, Your Majesty." ā€

"I, I chose two side concubines for the prince, one is from the Lian family, and the other is the granddaughter of the old lady." The emperor took the hand of the ninth sister, snorting and gasping, and it was difficult to finish.

"Your Majesty, the ninth sister understands what you mean, and thank you for not giving you the marriage yesterday." Although the old emperor gave this face only for the sake of her promise to her eldest son, the ninth sister still sincerely thanked her.

This kind of concession is already rare for the emperor.

Jiumei also understands that the old emperor has good intentions, and the new emperor of Zhou Yu ascended the throne, and he did not consolidate the loyalty of the old ministers to assist him in making things happen, and marriage is the best way.

What's more, the royal family is now thin in blood, and it is natural for more imperial concubines to extend their heirs.

The old emperor never thought that Zhou Yu would disagree, let alone that the ninth sister would resist, he just didn't give these two side concubines the title of marriage, and wanted to leave this grace to Zhou Yu personally, so as to win people's hearts.

But who knows, the ninth sister said: "It's just these two marriages, I'm afraid they can't be counted." ā€

The old emperor was so surprised that even the witch behind him raised his eyebrows, which was a rare expression for him.

Only Zhou Yu lowered his head and smiled, reaching out and rubbing her head dotingly.

"You...... You! The emperor struggled to his feet: "Prince, you! ā€

"Your Majesty still needs to be relieved, you must know that this kind of thing is not too expensive." The ninth sister patted the old emperor's arm comfortingly, and turned her head to look at Wuzi: "Your Highness doesn't need to prepare anything?" ā€

Wuzi looked at her with a funny look on his face and lifted his legs to leave.

"Prince, you can't, you have to marry Lian San, marry Lian San!" The old emperor pulled Zhou Yu and didn't let go.

"Uncle Huang, the ninth sister is not a rash person, you listen to him."

The old emperor impatiently shook off Zhou Yu: "If I don't listen, I'll give an order!" That's ......"

"It doesn't hurt that Your Majesty will give an order, but the grand cause of your life is afraid that it will be ruined." The ninth sister said lightly.

"Presumptuous, you dare to threaten me!"

"This is not a threat, Your Majesty, I am the only wife of Zhou Yu, and I am the only one who is on both sides of the Witch Palace and the royal family, you know all this."

The Emperor snorted and fell back to the bed with his body uncontrollable.

The ninth sister continued: "I can give everything they can give to Zhou Yu, but what I can give, they can't." ā€

"Your Majesty, you will know when you think about it." The girl raised her head slightly, waiting for the emperor's reply.

On the other side, the witch pushed the door and went out.

Outside, Yu Fengchang, who had been waiting for a long time, subconsciously lowered his head when he saw Wuzi.

He replaced the position of the Xia family, undoubtedly slapping the face of the Witch King's Palace, and now facing the witch, of course, he is worried.

Unfortunately, the witch didn't notice him, but paced forward slowly.

"The auspicious time has come, and hundreds of civil and military officials are in the ranks, please Your Majesty and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to take off." The chamberlain shouted.

Wuzi suddenly stretched out his hand: "Today's gift, Your Majesty is sick and should not be disturbed, close the gate of the Quartet Palace to avoid the invasion of foreign evils." ā€

The celebrant looked at Yu Fengchang.

Feng Chang felt unwell under the gaze of Wu Zi: "Ascending the throne is a big event, naturally we must seal the palace gate and wait for it seriously, go and give an order to Lord Fang." ā€

"Yes." The attendants hurriedly reported the news, and the palace door with big red and gold nails in all directions slowly closed.

With a clang, the four sides were closed.

The witch chuckled and walked up to the altar of prayer.

The old emperor guessed correctly, for the Wuwang Palace, it was obviously easier to deal with an old emperor who had accumulated prestige for a long time than to deal with a new emperor with an unstable foundation.

Therefore, Wuzi really came to preside over the crown prince's enthronement ceremony.

Woo!

The loud horn sounded, and Zhou Yu walked up the altar along the red carpet.

The national weapon of the Zhou Dynasty, Yongzhou Ding, is in the center.

He had sacrificed this statue when he restored the body of King Guangling, and now it is time to ascend the throne and become emperor.

This time, the spirit carving used by Zhou Yu was still from the hands of the ninth sister.

As for the grade.

No one could tell what grade of spirit carving it was.

The ninth sister is now a spirit witch, and the characteristics of the system to upgrade a grade are enough to carve a spirit eagle at the level of the witch king, such a spirit carving, of course, only the witch king himself can verify the quality.

Zhou Yu held the carving sacrifice, and the brilliance was earth-shattering.

Even Wuzi was shaken to the point where his head was covered, and then he snorted coldly: "Damn! ā€

Zhou Yu is now the emperor of the world, and he is sacrificing a spirit eagle at the level of a witch king, which is enough to form a huge power of faith at the level of defying the sky.

This power is even coveted by witches.

But Wuzi clearly felt that this huge power flowed away from the tripod without leakage, and it did not merge into the great tripod of the Witch King's Palace at all!

Zhou Yu!

What he sacrificed was not the Witch King's Palace at all, let alone the Witch God, but the Ninth Sister, who was sacrificing the goddess of the Witch King's Palace!

In the dormitory, the ninth sister relied on this huge power of faith against the sky to ascend two levels in a row and entered the ranks of third-level spirit witches.

Wu Ziqi was so handsome that his little face was crooked, and he turned his head and looked coldly at the closed palace gate in all directions, which was a little better.

There are times when you cry.

At this time, two rows of people dressed as family members hurriedly ran outside the gate of the North Palace: "Ask to see the crown princess!" ā€

"Presumptuous! Today's crown prince's enthronement ceremony, the palace is closed, and he will leave quickly! "The forbidden army did their duty and drove people away.