Yuan Mansion.

Wang Shun and a servant helped the drunken Yuan Ming back to the house and let him lie down on the bed.

"You're all ...... Let's all go down, I don't have to tell you tonight...... Commanded, not to come in. ”

Hearing Yuan Ming's drunken command, Wang Shun retreated with the servant, and did not forget to close the door before leaving.

They didn't see that after they left, Yuan Ming, who was still lying on the bed, suddenly disappeared, and after a long time, he walked in from outside the house again.

With the illusion techniques that Yuan Ming has now cast in the Soul Cultivation Realm, not to mention these servants, along with the rank cultivators, I am afraid it will be difficult to see through.

Yuan Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, repeatedly checked the photo in the blue orb, thought for a moment, summoned the incense burner, inserted black incense and lit it.

In the misty mist, Yuan Ming meditated in his heart about the appearance of the eighth prince's son, and soon completed the possession.

At this time, the prince should have just returned to the palace, and was in an elegantly decorated study, reporting to his father about the conversation with Lin Junsheng not long ago.

Yuan Ming already knew these contents, and he didn't listen carefully, but took the opportunity to look at the eighth prince in front of him.

For the eighth prince, it was not the first time he had seen him, but he hadn't paid much attention to it before, and even if he saw it once in a while, he didn't have much impression.

The eighth prince was dressed in a python robe, sitting on the main seat, with a square face with the word "Guozheng", with an attitude of not being angry and arrogant.

I have to say that this person does have a bit of imperial prestige.

Soon, the prince finished his conversation with Lin Junsheng in 1510.

The eighth prince gently tapped the chair handle with his fingers, and the whole person groaned and fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, the prince didn't dare to speak, but just stood aside and waited.

"What do you think of Yuan Ming?" After a while, the eighth prince spoke.

"I used to be just a gentleman, but this time I was able to come back alive from southern Xinjiang and become a monk, so I have some ability. But in the imperial city, there is a national teacher in charge, and he doesn't dare to set off any waves. Shizi said.

"Stand down." The eighth prince just nodded noncommittally and spoke.

The prince seemed to want to say something to his father, but he didn't dare to disobey the orders of the eighth prince, so he had to bow and leave.

Yuan Ming's possession continued, but then the prince went directly back to his yard, lying on a rattan chair, while instructing two twenty-eight-year-old maids to pinch his legs and press his shoulders, while holding a book with the cover torn off, flipping through it with relish, so comfortable.

Yuan Ming followed the prince's gaze and fell on the book in his hand, and he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, the content of the book was "Sheng Gongzi's Journey to the South".

As a result, he was denied any more useful information.

"I thought that behind Lin Junsheng was someone from Changchun Temple, but I didn't expect it to be the eighth prince. But I don't know, what deal does this eighth prince have with the national teacher, and who is instigating the three people who went to southern Xinjiang to kill me? After Yuan Ming returned to his body, his mind turned and he thought to himself.

Although he had some eyebrows, he didn't get the key information for a while, and then he closed his eyes and began to continue cultivating the Nine Yuan Technique.

As time passed, three months passed in the blink of an eye.

The popularity of "Sheng Gongzi's Journey to the South" is no longer as popular as it was at the beginning, and Yuan Ming's life has gradually returned to calm, except for greeting his parents every day, the rest of the time is basically spent on cultivation.

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However, in the middle, it is inevitable that the little emperor will be called to the palace every once in a while, or the other party will come directly to the mansion.

This was a common thing in the past, so neither Yuan Ming's parents nor the servants in the house felt anything strange.

During this period, Yuan Ming also burned incense and possessed the Eighth Prince many times, wanting to see who was the real mastermind behind the scenes, but this Eighth Prince lived in a simple place, and he was quite low-key, so he couldn't see anything special.

If those assassinations were all instigated by the Eighth Prince, even Yuan Ming himself found it unbelievable.

However, Yuan Ming also kept an eye on it, and every time he leaned over, since he couldn't get direct information, he simply kept leaving hints in the heart of the eighth prince, making him feel that there might be something wrong with inheriting the throne, so that he could seek help from Changchun Guan.

The so-called hard work pays off, Yuan Ming's efforts first made the eighth prince, who had a regular work and rest in plain life, start to be sleepless at night, and his temper became a little anxious.

After several times, when he finally possessed the Eighth Prince again, Yuan Ming suddenly found that in front of him, there was a Taoist boy leading the way, with green mountains and green waters on both sides, full of greenery, and white jade steps under his feet.

This Great Jin King who is above 10,000 people under one person, in front of this ordinary Taoist boy, he didn't dare to have any srest, even if the sweat behind his back almost soaked his robe, he didn't dare to say anything.

Yuan Ming was slightly excited in his heart, but quickly calmed down.

After taking the Eighth Prince to an elegantly decorated room, Dao Tong asked him to wait, turned around and walked out.

The waiting time was unusually long, and the Eighth Prince seemed to be a little restless pacing back and forth in the room.

Yuan Ming was not idle, and followed the sight of the eighth prince and remembered the appearance of the room in his mind.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a faint sound of footsteps from far and near outside the house.

The eighth prince turned his head to look, and through the window, he could vaguely see a figure in a Taoist robe walking towards here, but just when he wanted to fix his eyes and see more clearly, the black incense burned out, and the picture in front of Yuan Ming's eyes began to become blurry.

And the last thing he saw was a purple gold robe, and three long whiskers hanging down from his chest.

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And so the months passed.

A few days before the succession ceremony began, the entire capital of the Great Jin Dynasty ushered in the strictest martial law since the new emperor ascended the throne.

In addition to the 200,000 forbidden troops guarding the imperial palace were mobilized as a whole and strictly garrisoned in the imperial city, most of the 300,000 garrisons outside the city were also transferred to assist in the defense of the Beijing division.

The strength of the guards in the entire capital is unprecedented.

At the same time, the whole capital also began to prepare for the succession ceremony early, headed by the household department and the Ministry of Industry, and made a large number of arrangements for the main streets in the city, and the whole capital took on a new look.

But this succession ceremony is not a celebration that can be enjoyed with the people after all, so there is no festive atmosphere in the city, but because of the transfer of soldiers, it looks a little solemn.

Early in the morning, it was not yet dawn.

In Shangyang Palace, it is already brightly lit.

The little emperor was surrounded by three chamberlains, helping him put on his robe and crown, although he was still a young man, he could also show an imperial atmosphere that reigned over the world.

Everyone standing next to him looked nervous, but there was only one person, holding a plate of pastries in his hand, his expression was calm, and when his eyes fell on the little emperor, there was always a faint smile on his face.

After the little emperor dressed up neatly and pulled everyone away, he rubbed his somewhat stiff cheeks, took a piece of pastry from Yuan Ming's hand, and took a bite.

"It's just a matter of doing these things, all kinds of rituals, it's very cumbersome." The little emperor chewed on the snack and said vaguely. Baidu search Soquwu.

"Who made Your Majesty the Ninety-Five?" Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"I'll be out of the sea of misery soon, hehe." The little emperor said happily.

"There are few people in this world who can regard the throne as a sea of bitterness, except for Your Majesty, right?" Yuan Ming asked with a smile.

"What's so good about the throne, originally I didn't have the intention to cultivate after you were rejected by Changchun Guan, and my father's intention was also to let me cultivate after I had an heir, so that I could pass on the throne, and this time I will disappoint my father." The little emperor sighed and said.

"You lost your throne, but you embarked on the path of immortality, and I don't think your father will blame you. You better marry Loulan as soon as possible, Sister Loulan has been waiting for you for so many years, and such a woman is hard to find in the world. Later, when you enter Changchun Temple, the two of you are a pair of fairy couples. Yuan Ming took a bite of the apricot blossom cake and teased.

"Yes, put aside the troubles of the world, complete the agreement with Loulan, and go to the mountains and rivers with her in the future to enjoy the mountains and rivers and see the beautiful scenery in the world, which is better than being in this cage. That's the day of the gods. The little emperor said with anticipation on his face.

"I will take you to Southern Xinjiang when I have the opportunity in the future, the scenery of Southern Xinjiang is infinite, there are many secret realms, I have been to a Snake King Valley, there is a big secret in it, but unfortunately I am not strong enough now." Yuan Ming said.

"Okay, no matter what happens in the future, I will give you justice today." The little emperor's face once again showed a look of contempt.

When Yuan Ming heard this, even if he already knew about the plan of the little emperor today, he still couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

……

Outside the main hall of Shangyang Palace, there were already dragons waiting, carrying the little emperor to the Temple of Heaven and Earth.

Yuan Ming has no official status, and according to the etiquette system, he should not attend this succession ceremony, but the little emperor still violated the etiquette system and directly let him accompany him.

A group of more than 100 people came to the Temple of Heaven and Earth.

Here, it is the place where the royal family used to worship heaven and earth and pray for the blessings of the common people, with a circle of circular altars on the periphery and a square platform on the inside, representing the universal concept of the round heaven and the earth.

Before dawn, the Chinese military minister of the DPRK had already arrived at the Temple of Heaven and Earth and waited in line.

The princes and grandsons who were difficult to gather together in the past, in fact, the uncles and brothers of the little emperor, all changed into court clothes and gathered outside the Temple of Heaven and Earth.

The officials of Honglu Temple also led the envoys of Yue, Zhao, Wu and other neighboring countries to wait outside.

When the Son of Heaven arrived, the sound of grand ceremonial music that had already been operated by the Ministry of Etiquette sounded, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

Guozijian Da Sacrificial Wine, a white-haired and virtuous old man, dressed in a ceremonial dress, holding a book, recited the "Sacrifice to Heaven and Earth" on behalf of the emperor sincerely, and the little emperor walked up to the altar of heaven and earth step by step.

He ordered people to sacrifice three animals, sacrifice five grains, pour fine wine, hold incense in both hands, loudly explain his reign merits and the reasons for his abdication, and salute in the four directions of south, east, and west, and salute the four directions of heaven and earth.

Outside the Temple of Heaven and Earth, the emperor's relatives, civil and military officials, envoys from various countries, and all the guards and eunuchs, some bowed their waists, some clasped their fists, and some directly knelt down and saluted, and shouted long live.