Before, King Ning got the opportunity of Prince Yin Jing, although there is also such a tradition, but after all, there is no official confirmation, and at this moment, the words of these courtiers, this is clear, it is to openly determine the identity of his heir at this sacrificial ceremony!

No way!

Absolutely not!

Nanyan couldn't help but clench his fists.

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

If today's incident is really prepared, then the other party can't only have this level, and she can't make a move too early.

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

And Zhu Feng also looked down at these noisy ministers, with a cold light in his eyes.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly said, "King Ning." ”

At this time, Zhu Xuan, who was standing in the crowd, stepped forward, raised his hand respectfully, and saluted: "What does the emperor command?" ”

Zhu Feng said: "It seems that you are expected today. Do you think you can take on the responsibility of Assia yourself? ”

"It's-"

King Ning glanced at him.

Although I already knew that Zhu Feng was influenced by Concubine Li Fengshu because of tea and incense, but for some reason, I looked up at him at this moment, because of the backlight, I could only faintly see his tall figure outlined by the sun, and I couldn't see his eyes and the expression on his face clearly.

He took a deep breath, retreated as advance, and said: "These are just the meaning of the ministers, whether they can be offered or not depends on the emperor's arrangement." ”

This sentence is clearly also forcing Zhu Feng.

This person, I didn't find out before, he was so shrewd, even a little aggressive.

Nanyan looked at him with a frown.

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

As soon as he heard this voice, others were okay, and Jian Ruocheng, who was standing behind King Ning, suddenly turned pale.

And all the people turned back.

I saw a figure standing tall in the crowd.

It's none other than Jian Tongguang!

As soon as he saw him, Nan Yan's heart skipped another beat, and he subconsciously glanced at Jian Ruocheng, only to see him silently bow his head, and the hand hidden in his sleeve clenched imperceptibly.

Jian Tongguang didn't squint, didn't even look at others, walked forward directly, and bowed to Zhu Feng on the altar: "Your Majesty." ”

"Elder Jian," Zhu Feng looked at him with a smile: "This time to worship heaven and earth, many of the complicated rituals in it rely on Elder Jian to read ancient books, in order to be perfected, and Elder Jian has worked hard." ”

"Don't dare."

"Old Jian suddenly came out, he has something to say."

"Of course," Jian Tongguang said loudly: "Just now the emperor also said that this time the etiquette of sacrificing heaven and earth can only be perfected by reading ancient books, and the old man is standing up now, and it is also for this 'ceremony'." ”

"Oh? I'd like to hear about it. ”

Jian Tongguang said: "In all dynasties, the emperor served as the first sacrifice for heaven and earth, and although the second sacrifice was later than the first offering, it had an equally important position, and it has always been held by the crown prince. ”

The people around immediately said: "But the emperor has not yet appointed the crown prince." ”

"Yes, if there is no crown prince, can't someone be subordinate?"

"Since there is no crown prince, King Ning can also do it."

……

Listening to everyone's gossip, Jian Tongguang looked at these people with a horizontal gaze.

After all, he is a Confucian in the south of the Yangtze River, and he is also used to teaching students in class, and there is a sense of awe-inspiring and coercion in his eyes.

"Humph!"

Jian Tongguang snorted coldly, glanced at King Ning, whose face was slightly heavy with the corner of his eyes, and then said: "No matter how King Ning is, he is only a minister, not the crown prince, and he can't be a sub-sacrifice!" ”

At this time, a waiter from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and sneered: "We all understand what Elder Jian means, so who does Elder Jian think should be appointed to serve as the Sacrifice today?" ”

Jian Tongguang was just about to speak, when someone next to him said, "Mr. Jian won't say it, it's King Wei, right?" ”

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

Jian Tongguang glanced at him and said, "Why not?" ”

"In your words, it is not true."

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

This time, their father and son faced each other.

At this moment, all the people around quieted down, and everyone looked at this scene, and they all had an indescribable sense of weirdness, and some people even showed a hint of banter and mocking laughter.

The heart said: No matter how great Confucianism is, and then there is a rigorous family education? His son is not against him, and the father and son are still confronting each other when they are sacrificing heaven and earth.

As soon as he saw Jian Ruocheng playing, Jian Tongguang's face sank a little more.

"What did you say?"

"Father, my son was rude today, just to discern him with his father."

"You say."

"Father just said that in all dynasties, the crown prince served as the sub-consecrate, and since King Ning is a minister, not a prince, he is not qualified for this qualification; But King Wei, he is just a king, not a prince, and he can't bear the Yaxian, right? ”

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

Jian Ruocheng smiled and said, "His Royal Highness King Ning is also the emperor's closest flesh and blood." ”

“……”

"What's more, now King Ning is not only the prince, but also the Jing Zhaoyin of Beiping."

At this point, his voice dragged on slightly.

I won't talk about the rest of the story.

For he knew that the latter words would be spoken for him.

Sure enough, at this time, the surrounding ministers all said: "Prince Yin Jing." ”

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

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

"When Emperor Gao was the beginning, didn't he also canonize the emperor's grandson......"

For a while, everyone was talking nonsense, and the originally serious sacrificial place became noisy.

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

It was Zhu Xuan who sneered in his heart.

Fortunately, when Zhu Feng was most confused, he made the most important decision, which was to let the ministers come to the table and win the identity of Prince Yin Jing for himself.

Now, even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, Zhu Feng wakes up, and he doesn't have to be afraid.

This identity has given me too much convenience.

So, he looked coldly at these people's rhetorical arguments.

At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded on the altar, but this voice was not as clear as Jian Tongguang, but slightly low, a little soft, among the lips and swords of these ministers, it seemed that a clear stream suddenly appeared-

"Your Majesty, the concubine has a word."