Before, King Ning got the opportunity of Prince Yin Jing. Although there is such a tradition, after all, there is no formal confirmation. At this moment, the words of these courtiers are clearly intended to openly confirm him at this sacrificial ceremony. The identity of the heir!
no!
Absolutely not!
Nan Yan couldn't help clenching her fists.
But at this time, she also told herself not to be impulsive.
If today's matter was really prepared, then the other party could not have only this level, and she couldn't make a move prematurely.
So, he looked up at Zhu Feng on the altar.
As for Zhu Feng, he also looked down at these noisy officials with a cold light in his eyes.
With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he suddenly said: "Ning Wang."
At this time, Zhu Xuan, who was standing in the crowd, took a step forward, raised his hand respectfully, and saluted, "What is the emperor's order?"
Zhu Feng said: "It seems that you are expected by everyone today. Do you think that you can take on the important task of Ya Xian?"
"this-"
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, and because of the backlight, I could only faintly see him outlined by the sun. With his tall stature, he couldn't see his eyes and the expression on his face clearly. This kind of fuzzy feeling made Zhu Xuan's heart a little inexplicably uneasy.
He took a deep breath, retreated as an advance, and said: "These are just the ideas of the ministers. Whether or not Yaxian can be offered depends on the emperor's arrangement."
These words were clearly trying to force Zhu Feng.
This person, I had never noticed before that he was so shrewd, even so shrewd as to be aggressive.
Nan Yan frowned and looked at him.
And at this moment, another clear voice sounded from the crowd, saying loudly: "No!"
Upon hearing this voice, others were acceptable, but Jian Ruocheng, who was standing behind King Ning, suddenly turned pale.
Everyone turned around too.
Among the crowd, a figure stood proudly.
It was none other than Jian Tongguang!
Seeing him, Nan Yan's heart skipped a beat again, and subconsciously glanced at Jian Ruocheng, only to see him lower his head silently, and clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves imperceptibly.
Jian Tongguang didn't look sideways, he didn't even glance at others, he walked up directly, and bowed to Zhu Feng who was on the altar: "Your Majesty."
"Old Jane," Zhu Feng looked at him with a smile: "This time, many of the complicated etiquettes in the sacrifice to heaven and earth can only be perfected by reading ancient books by Mr. Jian. Mr. Jian has worked hard and made great achievements."
"Don't dare."
"Old Jane came out suddenly, because he has something to say."
"Of course," Jian Tongguang said loudly, "Just now, the emperor also said that this ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth can only be perfected by the old man reading ancient books. The old man is now standing up for this 'ritual'."
"Oh? I would like to hear the details."
Jian Tongguang said: "In all dynasties, the emperor held the first offering to sacrifice to the heaven and the earth. Although the Yaxian came after the first offering, it has an equally important position. It has always been performed by the crown prince."
The people around immediately said: "But the emperor has not registered a crown prince yet."
"That's right, without the Crown Prince, wouldn't there be someone to present?"
"Since there is no Crown Prince, Prince Ning is also fine."
…
Hearing everyone's chatter, Jian Tongguang turned his eyes to these people.
After all, he is a great Confucian in the south of the Yangtze River, and he is used to teaching students in class, and his eyes are full of awe-inspiring and coercive meaning. Seeing him like this, everyone can't help but keep their voices silent.
"snort!"
Jian Tongguang snorted coldly, then glanced at King Ning, whose face was slightly gloomy, from the corner of his eye, and said, "No matter how important King Ning is, he is only a minister, not the crown prince, so he cannot be Yaxian!"
At this time, a servant from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and said with a sneer, "We all understand what Mr. Jian means, but who does Mr. Jian think should be appointed as Yaxian today?"
Just as Jian Tongguang was about to speak, someone beside him said, "Boss Jian won't say, is it King Wei?"
Wei Wang Zhu Chengxuan, who was standing on the second floor of the altar, raised his head at this moment.
Jian Tongguang glanced at him and said, "Why not?"
"According to your words, it is indeed impossible."
At this time, Jian Ruocheng slowly walked up from behind.
This time, their father and son met each other.
At this moment, all the people around fell silent. Everyone looked at this scene with an indescribably weird feeling. Some people even showed a hint of joking and mocking smiles.
Xin said: No matter how great a Confucianism is, no matter how strict the family education is, so what? His own son, isn't he running in the opposite direction, the father and son confronted each other when they were still offering sacrifices to heaven and earth.
As soon as Jian Ruocheng came up, Jian Tongguang's face darkened a little.
"What did you say?"
"Father, my son was rude today, just to argue with his father."
"you say."
"Father just said that in all dynasties, crown princes have served as Yaxian. Since King Ning is a minister, not a prince, he is not qualified for this qualification; but King Wei, he is only a king, not a prince, and he is not worthy of the title of Yaxian." Give it?"
Jian Tongguang frowned and said, "But, King Wei is the emperor's flesh and blood after all!"
Jian Ruocheng smiled and said, "His Royal Highness Prince Ning is also the emperor's close relative."
"..."
"What's more, King Ning is not only the prince, but also Jing Zhaoyin of Beiping."
Having said that, his voice dragged slightly.
I won't say anything about the latter.
Because he knows that someone will speak for him in the following words.
Sure enough, at this time, all the ministers around said, "Prince Yin Jing."
"That's right, isn't Yin Jing, the prince of all dynasties, the candidate for the crown prince?"
"Even if there is no crown prince, but can there be a crown prince?"
"Didn't Emperor Gao be the grandson of the emperor back then..."
All of a sudden, everyone started talking in a hurry, and the originally serious place of worship became noisy.
And Zhu Feng, who was standing on the altar, looked even colder in his eyes.
Zhu Xuan, on the other hand, sneered in his heart.
Fortunately, when Zhu Feng was the most bewildered, he made the most important decision, which was to ask all the officials to come forward and win the identity of Prince Yin Jing for himself.
Now, even if there was a one-in-a-million chance that Zhu Feng woke up, he didn't have to be afraid.
This identity has given me great convenience.
So, he looked coldly at these people's verbal arguments.
At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded from the altar, but this voice was not as clear and clear as Jian Tongguang, but slightly low and soft. Amidst the vicissitudes of these ministers, there seemed to be a sudden clear stream——
"Your Majesty, I have a word."