According to the royal customs of Wenyuan, the canonized queen must worship the ancestors, hold sacrifices to the heavens and worship the Buddha, and be worshipped by hundreds of officials to inform the world.
The ancestor worship hall is the only pure land in the palace. It is designed like an ancestral temple. It is rich in colors, majestic and magnificent. It has the characteristics of traditional temple architecture. It is surrounded by high walls on all sides. The door, entering from the main entrance, the first thing that catches the eye is a pure gold sacrificial tripod. The light of the golden cauldron renders half of the sky, like the first sun rising from the horizon. If you go around the sacrificial tripod, you will see the white jade On the one hundred steps, there stands a sacred and solemn Ksitigarbha Buddha statue, and it is here to worship the Emperor Tianhoutu in this great hall of worship.
At this time, the hundreds of civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty were already in place, sorted according to their civil and military ranks, and respectfully waiting for the emperor to arrive.
Today’s Yu Wenxuan is dressed in a purple-gold unicorn robe, and her beautiful Linghan features are even more delicate and beautiful than a woman’s. A black silk is as smooth as brocade silk, which is arbitrarily tied behind her head with a hosta, her starry eyes slightly lifted, evil Mei Linghan, thin lips evil hooks, from time to time winking at the court lady not far away, drawing a squiggly smile, still cynical.
Compared to Yu Wenxuan's evil charm, Yu Wen Yi around him seemed full of fairy spirit. I saw him in a white brocade robe, black hair like black hair just tied with a silver hairband, handsome face, flawless skin, long eyes and clear eyes, and his little head kept looking around, seeming to look again. Who are you.
"Sister, elder sister, I finally found you." Yu Wenyi saw Yun Jingchu standing not far away, and ran over happily, completely ignoring everyone's surprised eyes.
"The slave and maid, see the prince." Yun Jingchu was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly respectfully blessed her body.
Yuwenyi ignored these etiquettes at all, and instead stepped forward and asked with concern: "Sister's injury is okay, right?"
Yun Jingchu raised her head to look at Yu Wenyi, who happened to meet his bright eyes. These eyes were pure as if they were not contaminated with a trace of human fireworks. She was a little surprised at this purity and saw the different shadow of herself in his eyes. , A sadness flashed in her heart, especially at this moment, as if she was always reminding herself that she was no longer Shen Tianjiao before.
"Sister, is the wound still painful?" Seeing Yun Jingchu didn't answer him, Yu Wenyi continued to step forward and asked caringly, looking innocently.
"There is nothing serious about the slave and maid, thank you for your concern." Yun Jingchu shook her head, and looked at this innocent and pure expression, her mouth couldn't help but a sincere smile came up.
At this moment, a sharp voice: "The emperor, the queen dowager is driving here!" It reached everyone's ears, and the turbulent situation was suddenly quiet. They all looked in the direction of Zhengyangmen, and saw hundreds of people wearing armors. The guards of Japan swarmed in, and the two teams separated. Two bright yellow sedan chairs entered one after the other, followed closely by the team of court ladies and eunuchs, majestic and majestic.
"Long live the emperor, long live the queen, and the queen dowager, the thousand-year-old, the thousand-year-old..."
With the deafening sound, the queen mother dressed in graceful and luxurious dress stepped off the sedan chair with Moya's support, and Yu Wenrui also got off the sedan chair domineeringly, with a yellow robe of dragon flying on her body and her sharp eyes. A pair of sword eyebrows outlined the perfect line, raised his eyes slightly to look at the crowd, and then said in a deep voice: "Everyone is flat..."
Just when everyone stood up, Yu Wenrui raised her cold eyes slightly, and suddenly fell on Yu Wenyi's body, watching him hold up, ignoring everyone's gaze, and insisted on helping a palace lady to rise, seeming very familiar. , Yu Wenrui raised his sword eyebrows, his stern face looked overly serious, and there was a trace of surprise in his calm breath, and he couldn't help but cast his gaze on the palace lady not far away...