He immediately looked at Lian Youyou decisively: "I will also accompany you to the temple fair." ”

Lian Youyou smiled with satisfaction, stretched out her hands, holding Rin Tingjun in one hand and He Shiqi in the other, and winked at the two of them: "This prayer may become very interesting~~~"

"I hope there's something to do...... Rin Tingjun raised his face, showing a hint of anticipation, almost sighing, obviously a little bored, and "I've been a little tired of sleeping lately. Immediately, he turned his face to look at Lian Youyou, "Can I go and make an appointment with Mingrui?"

He Shiqi was a little confused, because as Youchuan, he suddenly couldn't understand the man who became Rin Tingjun. The man...... Yes...... That man, he wouldn't be so naughty.

But these days, he really wonders if he has gone to another world, and the man in front of him is not at all like that man. If it weren't for Black Flame's repeated confirmation, he wouldn't have believed it.

This Ting Jun makes him feel a little - yin.

"No!" Lian Youyou decisively vetoed, a sneer rising at the corner of his mouth, "and then let you erase his memories again." ”

"Oh, I'm not going to help you try him?" Rin Tingjun reached out and grabbed Lian Youyou's shoulder, his eyes doting, "A man's love for you will not be forgotten because his memory is erased." ”

On the other side, He Shiqi and Black Flame coincidentally gave a thumbs up at an angle that Lian Youyou couldn't see, but where Rin Tingjun could see it.

Big brother, take it. What a lie!

Lian Youyou squinted and smiled at Rin Tingjun's doting smile for a while, and shook her face: "Hmph!" She shook off Rin Tingjun and He Shiqi's wrists and strode forward.

Rin Tingjun sighed with a smile, looked at He Shiqi, stretched out his hand to ask, He Shiqi continued to give a thumbs up, and then also smiled, the two of them walked hand in hand.

"You...... Where did you learn that?" He Shiqi asked softly in a low voice.

Rin Tingjun licked his lips and turned his face to smile: "Boudoir novel." ”

When he landed, He Shiqi's expression instantly froze, as if petrified. It's hard to imagine! The man who killed decisively and ruthlessly in the Nine Heavens would actually read a woman's boudoir novel here, in the mortal world!

Chongyang prayer is an annual event in the capital, and on this day, the Imperial Forest Army will clear the road from the palace to the national temple early in the morning. So it was also a very busy day for Eight Doors.

It is said that it is a clear road, but in fact, it does not prevent people from watching on both sides of the road. This is also once a year, the only time to pay homage to the emperor, so the people of the capital will come early in the morning to grab the front row.

Of course, there are rules for onlookers to watch the emperor, such as not making noise or screaming. If you shout in the crowd that the emperor I love you, you will be dragged away. When the emperor passes by, the people will kneel down and shout, "Long live my emperor, and bow down."

Then, when the emperor's guard of honor moves forward, the people can follow behind the guard of honor, as if they went up with the emperor to pray for blessings, and sent the emperor to the foot of the national temple mountain, and after that, they can no longer follow.

At the southern forest at the foot of the National Temple Mountain, there is also a branch of the National Temple, where a large temple fair is held, and the people can go to the temple fair.

You can go to the temple to pray for blessings, there is also a chrysanthemum exhibition of the Qianchao Dynasty outside the temple, and there are various folk artists, food, and wine. So, the day will be very lively.

The people stood on both sides of the road and were already looking forward to it, looking up to the demeanor of Emperor Cheng and staining themselves with dragon spirit.

Far away, the mighty yellow flag of the Qian Dynasty appeared between the houses, flying in the wind, the black dragon on it was domineering and **, and it became lifelike on the flying yellow flag, like a black dragon flying in the sky.

The people were already excited when they saw the flying pennant, and they knelt down one after another, kneeling to welcome the arrival of the dragon.

Immediately, the ground shook. It was rhythmic, regular vibrations.

"Bang, Bang, Bang!" The mighty Imperial Forest Army, dressed in golden armor and holding golden spears in their hands, moved forward step by step, step by step, like the steady rhythm of war drums before the battle, and like the majestic roar of the flying dragon.

They walked handsomely, behaved domineeringly, walked out of the strength of the Qianchao, and walked out of the mighty power of the Qianchao, which made people awe-inspiring and trendy!

Slowly, a black dragon chariot slowly came, and the chariot was opened by an eight-skinned black horse, the black horse's coat was shiny, wearing silver armor, and wearing white feathers. Every step is also very neat, like a drum beat.

On the black chariot pulled behind them, engraved with a golden dragon flying, Duanmu Qingchen stood majestically on the chariot, holding a jade plaque, as if to worship the gods and Buddhas. The meticulous expression and solemn look surprised the people. Unexpectedly, the person who presided over the blessing ceremony this time would actually be their Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Such a ceremony, presided over by Duanmu Qingchen, means that the crown prince's accession to the throne will not be far away!

"Meet His Royal Highness Baizi, the crown prince Chitose Chitose Chitose-" The people on both sides bowed one after another, neatly and neatly, and the loud voice echoed in the sky of the capital.

Duanmu Qingchen still looked motionless, and walked forward with the chariot, his body was very heavy, it was the heaviness of the orthodox dress of the Qianchao Dynasty on his body, and it was the heaviness of the peace of the world and the health of the people.

He had to maintain this posture until the Temple of Heaven in the National Temple, during which he could not put down his arms, because what he was holding in his hand was not an ordinary jade plaque, but a responsibility to the world and the people!

He has always known his father's intention to let him preside over the blessing ceremony this time, and he has always known the burden on his father's body. Once, he was hiding behind his father's back, carefree, gagging, and wandering everywhere.

He held the jade plaque high, at this time, in his heart, it was more of a selfishness, hoping that God could let his father live a long and healthy life, and let him enjoy his old age in peace.

If Lian Youyou said that birth, old age, sickness and death are all fate, but life can be changed, he hopes to use his ten years of life to extend his father's ten years of life, so that when his father is in power, he can also go carefree, gag, and go everywhere.

The heavy sound of "buzzing ————" blew out from the copper horns, making the honor guard more solemn and solemn, and also making the people feel the sacredness of prayer again.

At this moment, Duanmu Qingchen is no longer the prince, but the envoy of the Qianchao, he is the messenger who conveys the wishes of the people of the Qianzhao Dynasty to the gods, and at this moment, he also incarnates as a divine envoy to talk to the gods.

Behind him, there was an imperial chariot, and in the chariot shrouded in yellow silk cloth, it was Emperor Cheng who was sitting. He looked out through the cracks in the fluttering curtain, and could just see Duanmu Qingchen standing tall in front of him. Looking at the dark and solemn figure, his heart was full of relief and pride.

His crown prince, who made him unconscious, finally grew up, and he could rest assured that the burden of the world would be placed on his shoulders.