When the royal family members surnamed Ji who were kneeling outside the ancestral court stepped into the ancestral court one after another.
What they saw were brothers, friends, respectful brothers, a loving father, filial piety, and prosperous descendants.
Ji Tai, who presided over the ancestor worship process, was a little surprised, but quickly recovered his mind and presided over the next process seriously and solemnly.
time flies.
The warm sun was shining in the sky at the end of the day, and all the tedious procedures were almost completed.
The rest is to select one person from the royal family surnamed Ji to light incense and hold incense for the ancestors.
Keep the incense burning for seven days without extinguishing it.
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When we returned to Prince Yin's Mansion, it was already the beginning of the Shen Dynasty.
Before Zhao Wujiang stepped into the dormitory, he knew that the cultivating madman Xuanyuan Jing was still practicing.
Stepping into the dormitory, Zhao Wujiang wanted to call Jing'er to Tie Tie, but Jing'er had a cold face and wrote that men will only affect the speed of my cultivation.
Feeling Xuanyuan Jing's tranquility and peace while practicing, Zhao Wujiang was so moved that he almost cried.
There is no peaceful time, it's just that he, Zhao Wujiang, is carrying the burden for Jing'er and betraying his body to Zhang Xukun.
Thinking back to the lingering romance between Jing'er and him at night, Xian Fang still ignored him during the day.
Zhao Wujiang was indignant and resentful in his heart.
You are amazing, you are noble, and now you won’t allow me to post?
Well, great! You are amazing. You have squeezed out my chicken soup. Have you ever thought of helping me make up for it?
Let me tell you, I don’t want to make it up.
Do you know how I was bullied under your skirt last night?
Do you know how my waist is bullied?
Just because I'm handsome and big, I'm your man.
I'm innocent, I also need to rest.
What kind of bad woman are you? A bad woman.
I just want to achieve the highest level step by step, step by step.
I want to be the highest Zhao! I don't want you to bully me anymore!
I can't stand it anymore, I don't want you to bully me!
I want to be the highest Zhao! I want to be one, the highest Zhao is the highest, the Zhao is the highest under one concubine and above ten thousand concubines!
Zhao Wujiang was possessed by the drama spirit, roaring in his heart, and the army was in chaos.
He no longer hugged himself and cried, but carried the deck chair and placed it in the small courtyard, basking in the warm sun, which made his sides golden and his body warm.
King Juan was practicing in the room, and he chose to lie down, just like lying down at night, except that there was no Qiji on him during the day.
At the end of the ancestral worship ceremony in the ancestral court, he learned about Ji Tang's arrangement, and the prince overseer King Yin assisted the government.
He had no opinion on this. This should be the result of discussions between Zhang Xukun and Ji Tang.
It's just a process, giving everyone a buffer time to let Zhao Wujiang think carefully about whether he should be the emperor or the emperor's master of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
Or maybe he wants them all.
If he wants to ascend to the throne, no one can stop him.
Even if Ji Boying has strong connections, she still can't defeat him.
After all, the emperor and the imperial master are both my people, why are you fighting with me?
Of course, it is also possible that Emperor Ji Tang did not choose to agree to hand over the throne of the Ji family to others, but could not stand Zhang Xukun's opinion, so he made a plan for the prince to supervise King Yin to assist the government.
Then this becomes a test.
If you want the throne of my Ji family, yes, if you have the ability, come and get it.
If you can't take away the throne in the end, it won't be considered an offense if you take a step back and still have the position of emperor master.
"I hope I'm not underestimated..." Zhao Wujiang's body swayed gently with the rocking chair, lazily all over his body, and he murmured faintly:
"My Kun is so big that I can't hold it in one hand."
Without further ado, perhaps the sun was getting warmer, and Zhao Wujiang took a nap in the warm sun.
When he opened his eyes again, the daylight had faded away, and his body was covered with sparse starlight.
His eyes were blurred, and he felt a shadow in his peripheral vision.
He looked at the increasingly deep starry sky and the increasingly dazzling galaxy, and murmured softly:
"Sometimes in dreams, the body turns into a crane, and in the world countless grasses turn into fireflies."
Qianying folds her arms across her chest, squeezing the rounded mountain peaks:
“Cut the nonsense!
Come on, follow me into the house! "
"Wait a minute... I just woke up." Zhao Wujiang resented, knowing that he might not be able to sleep tonight.
Thirty is like a wolf and forty is a tiger. Jing'er, who is over twenty years old, is a white tiger that eats people.
