Before, King Ning got the opportunity of Prince Yin Jing. Although he had such a tradition, after all, there was no formal confirmation. At this moment, the words of these court officials were clearly to openly determine the identity of his heir at this sacrificial ceremony!

no!

Absolutely not possible!

Nan Yan couldn't help but clench his fists.

But at this time, she also told herself that she should not be impulsive.

If this matter was really prepared for today, then the other party would not be only at this level. She could not take action too early.

So, he looked up at Zhu Feng on the altar.

Zhu Feng also looked down at these noisy ministers, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth and suddenly said, "King Ning."

At this time, Zhu Xuan, who was standing among the crowd, stepped forward, raised his hand respectfully, and saluted: "What are the instructions of the emperor?"

Zhu Feng said: "It seems that you are what everyone wants today. Do you think you can take on the important task of the Asian dedication?"

"this"

King Ning glanced at him.

Although I had known that Zhu Feng was influenced by Lipin Fengshu because of tea and fragrance, for some reason, he looked up at him. Because of the backlight, he could only faintly see his tall figure out by the sunlight, and could not see clearly his eyes and expressions on his face. This blurring made Zhu Xuan's heart a little uneasy.

He took a deep breath, retreated and said, "These are just the ministers' intentions. Whether they can be sacrificed depends on the emperor's arrangement."

This sentence is clearly forcing Zhu Feng to do so.

This person has never noticed before that he is so smart, even so smart that he is a little aggressive.

Nan Yan frowned and looked at him.

And at this moment, another clear voice sounded in the crowd, and he said loudly: "No!"

When he heard this voice, others were still good. Jian Ruocheng, who was standing behind Ning Wang, suddenly turned pale.

Everyone turned back.

I saw a figure standing upright among the crowd.

It’s not someone else, it’s Jian Tongguang!

As soon as he saw him, Nan Yan's heart beat again, and subconsciously glanced at Jian Ruocheng. He saw that he silently lowered his head and held his hands hidden in his sleeve tightly.

Jian Tongguang looked at him without even looking at others. He walked up and bowed to Zhu Feng on the altar: "Emperor."

"Old Jian," Zhu Feng looked at him with a smile: "This time, many of the complicated etiquettes in the sacrifice to the world can be improved by Mr Jian reading ancient books. Mr Jian worked hard and made great contributions."

"Don't dare."

"Old Jian suddenly came out, there was something to say."

"Of course," Jian Tongguang said loudly: "Just just now, the emperor also said that this time the etiquette of worshiping heaven and earth can only be perfected by reading ancient books. I am standing up now for this 'ritual'."

"Oh? I'd like to hear it."

Jian Tongguang said: "In all dynasties, the emperor was the first offering to sacrifice to heaven and earth. Although the Yaxian was later the first offering, it had an equally important position and has always been the crown prince."

The people around him immediately said, "But the emperor has not yet enthroned the crown prince."

"Yes, without the crown prince, can't anyone have Yaxian?"

"Since there is no crown prince, it's OK for King Ning."

...

Listening to everyone's talkative words, Jian Tongguang looked at these people with a look.

After all, he was a great scholar in Jiangnan, and he was used to teaching students a lesson in class. His eyes were filled with a sense of awe and a sense of oppression. When he saw this, everyone couldn't help but silence.

"snort!"

Jian Tongguang snorted coldly, then looked at the corner of his eyes at King Ning whose face was slightly heavy, and then said: "No matter how strong King Ning is, he is only a minister, not the crown prince, and cannot take responsibility for Yaxian!"

At this time, a minister of the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and sneered, "We all understand what Mr. Jian means. Who should be allowed to take charge of Yaxian today?"

Just as Jian Tongguang was about to speak, someone next to him said, "Boss Jian won't say that it's King of Wei, right?"

King Zhu Chengxuan, who was standing on the second floor of the altar, raised his head at this time.

Jian Tongguang glanced at him and said, "What's wrong?"

"In your words, it's not possible."

At this time, Jian Ruocheng slowly walked up from behind.

This time, the father and son met.

At this moment, everyone around them became quiet. Everyone looked at this scene and felt an indescribable strangeness. Some people even showed a hint of joking and mocking smile.

I thought to myself: No matter how great a great scholar is, or if the family education is rigorous, what if my son is contrary to him, the father and son are still confronting each other while worshiping the world.

As soon as he saw Jian Ruocheng report, Jian Tongguang's face became even heavier.

"What did you say?"

"My father, my son was rude today, just to distinguish the courtesy from his father."

"you say."

"My father just said that throughout the dynasties, the crown prince has served as Yaxian. Since King Ning is a minister, not a crown prince, he cannot meet this qualification; but King Wei is just a king, not a prince, and he cannot bear Yaxian, right?"

Jian Tongguang frowned and said, "But, the King of Wei is the emperor's flesh and blood after all!"

Jian Ruocheng smiled and said, "Your Highness Ning is also the emperor's closest relative."

“…”

"What's more, King Ning is not only the prince, but also serves as the Jingzhao Yin of Peking."

Speaking of this, his voice was slightly longer.

I won’t say anything later.

Because he knew that someone would say something later for him.

Sure enough, at this time, the ministers around them all said, "Prince Yin Jing."

"That's right, aren't Yin Jing, the princes of all generations, all candidates for the prince?"

"Even if there is no crown prince, can there be a crown prince?"

"Didn't Emperor Gao even enthroned the crown prince at that time..."

For a moment, everyone started talking, and the originally serious sacrificial place became noisy.

Zhu Feng, who was standing on the altar, had a colder expression in his eyes.

Zhu Xuan sneered in his heart.

Fortunately, when Zhu Feng was most bewildered, he made the most important decision, which was to ask the ministers to submit a letter and win himself the identity of Prince Yin Jing.

Now, even if you have one in ten thousand chances, Zhu Feng wakes up, he doesn’t have to be afraid.

This identity has given me too much convenience.

So he looked coldly at these people's verbal rebuttals.

At this moment, another sound suddenly sounded on the altar, but the sound was not as clear as Jian Tongguang, but slightly low and a little soft. In the midst of the verbal verbal attacks, it seemed that a clear stream suddenly appeared.
Chapter completed!