Located in the center of the Wu tribe, the temple is tall, and in the center is the statue of the saint of the Wu tribe for future generations to worship.

Ji Zigong was surrounded by everyone and walked to the temple of the Holy Maiden, the body of the noble concubine Niangniang will be cremated in this courtyard, the people of the Wu clan believe in cremation, and say that the dead rest in peace, the soul soars, and the holy woman may also be ranked in the immortal class, and the body is not bound.

Ji Zigong watched from the sidelines, a high wooden pile was erected in the courtyard, and the torches were ready.

The patriarch led the major elders of the clan to stand behind Ji Zigong, and before the ceremony, Ji Zigong had to give a speech.

Ji Zigong stood on a high place with his hands behind his back, he pointed to the statue behind him in the temple of the Holy Maiden and said, "I want to ask everyone, do you know how the saints of the past generations died?"

The patriarch was the first to cry suddenly, and the rest of the clan immediately followed, wiping their tears, and the patriarch wept silently:

"The saints of the past generations have worked hard to defend Nanchu, and they have spent all their efforts to defend Nanchu, not only the saints, but also the people of my Wu clan, who are absolutely loyal to Nanchu and have no second hearts.

Because we know that the story of the prosperity of the Wu clan in Southern Chu, the exhaustion of the Wu clan in the decline of Southern Chu, and the death of the lips and teeth, everyone knows about the people of my Wu clan, and even the slaves understand this truth!"

Ji Zigong smiled and clapped his hands and said: "The patriarch is a reasonable person, when the noble concubine Niangniang was alive, my Nanchu has always been prosperous, and the surrounding countries bowed down to us.

My father often said that the Wu clan is an existence that goes hand in hand with our national strength, which shows how much he values the Wu clan, so he will send me, the prince, to personally escort the concubine on her last journey.

However, when I opened the country in Southern Chu, the holy daughter of the Wu clan said in person that the Wu clan is a minister, the emperor is the king, and the upper and lower effects are effective. ”

The patriarch leaned over and listened to the words, was taken aback, and quickly led the whole Wu clan to kneel down and kowtow and said: "Prince Mingjian, my Wu clan has no two hearts for Nan Chu, and I dare to use my head to guarantee." ”

Ji Zigong walked down slowly, picked up the patriarch with his hand, and said with a pleasant face: "Alas, patriarch, it's not that serious, it's just a routine matter, you don't have to mind, it's just that on the way here, I accidentally saw a strange scene when I took the wrong road, and maybe I shouldn't have seen it!"

"What did the prince see? This is the realm of Nanchu and the country of the Ji family, the whole world is not the emperor's land, there is nothing that the prince should not see, there is nothing that the prince can't manage, you say it, I should cooperate." The patriarch broke out in a cold sweat, but he patted his ass seriously.

Ji Zigong looked at the patriarch and smiled slightly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Oh, then delay you a little time, it's nothing, I punished a few bullies, they, treat slaves as people, and rob them at will."

Haven't many ministers recently strongly advocated the abolition of slavery, and it is not impossible, oh, this involves the important affairs of the imperial court, look at my mouth!"

The patriarch should have heard about this matter, and the rumors spread at a speed of 780,000 miles, and the patriarch wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

"The prince's benevolence is the blessing of Nanchu, a righteous body, a pillar of the country, my Wu clan has always treated slaves well, and there are also special slaves for slaves to live in, and what they do is also done by ordinary people.

For those very few bullying behaviors that are not noticed, the prince can do the right thing for heaven, it is simply a blessing for the people, the prince can rest assured, these people I will severely punish.

We are also looking forward to the day when the slaves will be liberated, after all, they are all Wu compatriots, and they have developed from 100 people to the present, which is precious!"

Ji Zigong nodded, and said with a straight face: "This is very good, and there is another important matter, before leaving, my father specially instructed me to bring the words." ”

A man who looked like a eunuch walked out with a holy decree, shook the dust in his hand, and shouted in a thin voice: "The holy decree is ......."

Ji Zigong took the lead in kneeling, and the eunuch opened the holy decree and read: "Fengtian carrier, the emperor said, the holy daughter of the Wu clan has passed away, I am very sad, but the deceased is gone, and the new saint is bound to be born.

I am very old, I know the destiny of heaven, if the new saint is young, she can inherit the position of concubine when the new emperor ascends the throne, and always protect the prosperity of my Southern Chu country, admire!"

Ji Zigong's body was shocked, and he looked at the holy decree in shock, and he still can't come back to his senses, the position of the concubine, the new emperor ascends the throne, and marries the saint?

Why didn't his father mention it to him, everyone thought he was the future emperor, could it be that his father knew that he would refuse, so he took the lead and secretly issued a holy decree, so that this matter could not be reversed?

The patriarchs and elders were overjoyed, and even kowtowed and said long live, Xia Zizhu, who was standing in the back row, narrowed her eyes with a smile, and looked at her future husband from a distance through the crowd.

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and the rain fell, but the ceremony still had to continue, and among the people, only Ji Zigong held an umbrella, he was not a member of the Wu clan and did not need to be bound by this ritual religion, he was in a trance.

The torch hand poured oil on the pile, and when the auspicious time came, the torch was dropped on the pile two meters apart, and the fire was still strong even though the rain was pouring down.

The body of the former saint was reduced to ashes in this wooden pile, which means ascension!

The sky was thundering, the patriarch's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the person standing under the corridor, nodded, Xia Zizhu deliberately stood at the edge of the last row.

There were two people hidden behind each pillar in the corridor, and there were more than a dozen pillars in total, and the thickness required two people to hold them.

These people are all dragging a very thin transparent thread in their hands, and in the penultimate room sits a wizard with a deep path, this wizard is the koi sorcerer who created Wushan Cloud in Wushan hundreds of years ago, and is also Xia Zizhu's personal master, no one knows his specific age, and no one dares to provoke him.

At present, only the Wushan Yun faction of the Wu clan is still studying all kinds of witchcraft techniques, inheriting various spells from hundreds of years ago, and most of those who raise scorpions and poisonous snakes are disciples of Wushan Yun, and they are very respected.

A cardboard box was placed in front of the wizard, and a villain was placed in the cardboard box, and this person was dressed up as Xia Zizhu.

"Reading the eulogy" The master of ceremonies shouted in front, the Wu clan knelt on the ground and began to cry, the patriarch stepped forward, faced the fire, took out the cowhide that had been prepared and read it, and told all the great achievements made by the concubine in her life.

Ji Zigong's eyes were empty, standing in place, Xiao Si holding an umbrella, he had no idea what these people were talking about.

He only said in his heart: "It seems that my father did not discuss this matter with the queen mother, otherwise the queen mother would definitely remind me." ”

He wondered sullenly: "I heard that the first two holy daughters married into the palace, they were all love at first sight, you and I were willing to tie the knot, and now what happened to him, it became a marriage?"

Ji Zi sighed respectfully: "I don't know what this holy girl looks like, if she looks like the nurse with a pockmarked face, it's over!"

Ji Zigong was immersed in his own world and thought about it, when he suddenly saw a movement in the crowd, he looked around, and all of them were kneeling, and only one person stood up.

Ji Zigong frowned, isn't this Xia Zizhu, the daughter of the patriarch?