A loud and long bell rang in front of him, because the tower was surrounded by high walls, and this bell rang and resounded continuously, giving people a particularly shocking feeling.

As soon as he heard the bell, even Xin Ping, who had been chattering, quieted down.

Because the child was too heavy, Ran Xiaoyu still reached out and hugged the princess into her arms, fortunately, the princess was also very attached to her, and as soon as she got into her arms, she screamed twice and then hugged her neck.

At this time, in the Dharma Gate Hall in front, a row of monks walked out.

It was exactly what they saw before, the monks who greeted them at the door, led by the monk Shikong, who were dressed solemnly and held wooden fish in their hands, and walked slowly forward while reciting the scriptures of their parents' kindness and difficulty.

Seeing this scene, all the people around fell silent.

Even Princess Xinping, who was still a little noisy, saw this scene and looked at them with wide eyes.

Ran Xiaoyu leaned into her ear and whispered, "Did Her Royal Highness the princess hear it, they are reading this is the parents' kindness and hard to report." ”

“”

"Your parents' kindness to you is as heavy as Mount Tai, especially the concubine Niangniang, in order to give birth to you, but she has suffered a lot."

“”

"When you grow up, you must be filial to your mother."

"Oh"

I don't know if I understood, but Xinping still nodded seriously.

Nanyan couldn't help but smile.

Speaking of which, she gave birth to her without the consent of the child, let her experience life and death in this world, and she is not qualified to require her to be filial.

She only hopes that this child can be happy and safe for a lifetime, and that is enough.

In a short time the monks had gone under the high platform, but instead of going up, they divided into two columns, and went to both sides around the high platform, and placed a circle of futons around the high platform, one at about a few paces, and the monks stopped when they came to their respective futons.

Until the two columns converge behind the high platform.

All the monks were standing on the edge of their futons and finished reciting the scriptures, when the sound of drums was heard in the distance.

They all sat cross-legged and chanted "Amitabha" in unison.

The first stage of the ritual is over.

Next, it should be the second festival of the day.

That is

Just as he was thinking about it, a second long bell sounded in the distance, and this time the bell was louder than before, echoing for a long time in the high walls on all sides.

And after the bell stopped, the whole tower was completely silent.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Everyone seemed to realize something, everyone held their breath and looked towards the place where the footsteps came from, Nanyan suddenly became a little nervous and couldn't help but get up from his seat.

What she saw was a dark cloud in the sun, slowly moving towards this direction.

When walking up the avenue in the center, the dark clouds slowly divided into four columns, and scattered towards the four sides, although the ranks were scattered, the speed of the march was still uniform, although they knew that it was not an army, but it gave people a sense of fierceness.

That's the students of Takema Academy.

They wore gray and white robes, which looked like a dark cloud in the sunlight, fluttering in their clothes, flying in the wind in the process of marching, giving people a sense of being in the clouds.

They walked along the four avenues around them and began to walk towards the high platform.

And Nanyan's gaze was the same as before, and she suddenly found the figure she was most familiar with in the middle, tall and long, he was climbing the steps along the avenue in the center.

It's Jian Ruocheng.

Under the sun, everyone was sunburned and sweaty, but he was different, his face was extremely pale, as if he was in the ice and snow, and even, just looking at him, Nanyan felt a chill to the bone.

It's cold

She subconsciously reached out and hugged her arm.

Ran Xiaoyu on the side felt her strangeness, and said softly, "Niangniang, what's wrong"

“”

Nanyan was speechless.

Until now, the ceremony was still going smoothly, and Jian Ruocheng had no other expression on her face, but she didn't know why, she just felt an indescribable palpitation.

She suddenly said, "Xiaoyu." ”

"Yes."

"If I mean if, if something happens to you after a while, you must protect Princess Xinping well."

“”

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her with wide eyes.

Under the scorching sun, a drop of sweat slipped down Nanyan's forehead.

But it's a cold sweat.

Ran Xiaoyu frowned, and glanced around at Nanyan, who was still "pampered", she had a more instinctive will to fight, and her sensitivity to danger was much higher than her, and now, at least in this Great Temple of Mercy and Grace, she didn't feel any danger, but Nanyan said so.

She was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Niangniang, of course Princess Xinping will be fine." ”

“”

"Neither will you"

Nanyan glanced up at her.

At this moment, these students had already climbed the high platform from the steps on all sides, and like the monks just now, they were also standing around the high platform, but instead of futons around them, they stood straight, with their hands folded in a posture of saluting, facing in all directions.

Jian Ruocheng stood in the center, in front of the Heavy Grace Tower.

The master of ceremonies said loudly, "Recite the sacrificial words"

Hearing this, Jian Ruocheng's eyes, which were already frozen, suddenly flashed again, as if the ice was trembling at this moment and was about to break.

Nanyan's breathing tightened.

One of her hearts was almost in her throat.

A small figure walked out from the side, but it was the little monk Mingxin, who had not seen him for several days, holding a tray in his hand, and on the tray was a pale yellow paperwork.

That's the sacrificial word.

Jian Ruocheng wanted to recite these sacrificial words in front of all the people who came to watch the ceremony at today's ceremony, and those students who stood around the high platform, every time they heard him recite a sentence, they would repeat it in the same way, recite a sentence, and spread in all directions.

In this way, although this Great Temple of Mercy and Grace is so large, and thousands of people come to watch the ceremony, everyone can hear the emperor's sacrifice.

And the person who recites is the key.

Every word he reads will reach everyone's ears clearly.

Jian Ruocheng lowered her head and looked at the page of documents, as if taking a deep breath, and then slowly picked it up and held it in the palm of her hand.

At this moment, the entire Great Mercy and Grace Temple was silent.

Nanyan stood in place, looking up at Jian Ruocheng, who was in the spotlight at this moment, only to feel that the cold sweat in her palm kept secreting, almost wetting her entire palm.

"The Second Son of Jane"

She muttered.

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