Fengtian Temple.
The place where princes were crowned in the Chongqing Dynasty not only stands tall and majestic, but also has a square that can accommodate thousands of people.
At this moment, all the civil and military officials are standing, and the imperial guards are gathered together to wish the royal family to come.
The officials who received the treasures, the officials who read the treasures, the officials who were promoted to the treasures, etc. all stood in their respective positions.
Brother and sister Jiang Chengfeng and Xu Mo also joined other people from the Prince's Mansion.
Outside Fengtian Gate, there are banners and flags, and the ceremony is strict.
Tianjia, who was wearing a formal dress, walked slowly through the passage with the support of Manager Wu and sat on the dragon chair.
Everyone in the audience cheered, "See you, Your Majesty. May your Majesty be blessed."
Tianjia didn't speak, just waved his hand, indicating to observe the sun.
Manager Wu sighed and turned around, "The auspicious time is approaching, and the canonization ceremony begins."
The drum music that had been prepared long ago sounded, vigorous and high-pitched, sharp and deep.
The east door of Fengtian Hall was opened, and Chang Yan, who was dressed in orange robes, finally revealed his true face in Lushan.
He walked slowly and firmly, and under the guidance of his attendants, he walked through Fengtian Square step by step on the bright red carpet and arrived at Fengtian Hall.
All the civil and military officials looked at him with smiles, his brothers and sisters looked at him brightly, his former rival Zhu Changhong looked disappointed, and only Zhu Changyu remained calm.
When Chang Yan passed by, he still smiled innocently.
It seems that he is still the honest and dull second brother, willing to lend a helping hand to help his younger brother.
Not now, not last year.
It was a long, long time ago.
Maybe it was because the road to Fengtian Square was too long. Chang Yan was momentarily distracted, thinking of some past events that he had almost forgotten.
In fact, he and the second emperor brother had also crossed paths.
It must have been when he was three or four years old. Xiao Changyan, who had always longed for his father's love but could not get it, liked to sit by the pond and feed the fish with crushed soup scraps.
He is young and small, so he is hard to find when he hides behind trees, and he can always hear some secrets of the harem.
For example, several empresses competed with each other for favor, which caused Empress Ju to have a miscarriage and lose her fertility. The father was furious and sent the empresses to the cold palace. It was the empress who reluctantly interceded to avoid the turmoil in the previous dynasty.
For example, the second prince is a stubborn little boy with a boring and stinky personality. When the little eunuchs are angry with their master, they will find ways to make the second prince angry.
While venting his anger, he yelled, "It doesn't matter if you are the master. If you are the master, you still have to be beaten by the slaves."
Once when the commotion went to the pond, Xiao Changyan heard it, stood up unsteadily, and glared, "What are you doing!"
Although he is not favored, and although the queen mother is not in power, she is still a queen.
The young eunuch was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy, "I didn't do anything. I was helping the second prince to clear his muscles. I have good intentions. The second prince can testify for me."
Xiao Changyan looked over blankly, only seeing Zhu Changyu's blue and purple face.
"Brother Second Emperor, do you think so?" He tried his best to not look so childish.
How old was Zhu Changyu at that time? At the age of seven or eight, Zhu Changhong could only act coquettishly on his parents' knees, but he had learned to face the world indifferently.
Including responding with a nonchalant, “Yes.”
No hesitation, no hesitation.
The little eunuch cried with joy and straightened his back more and more, "Your Highness, Fifth Prince, you heard me. I am really kind-hearted. I am serving the Second Prince."
Xiao Changyan was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why the second emperor brother lied, and could only watch the two of them walk away.
Later, he snuggled into his mother's arms and quietly asked this question.
His mother stroked his temples and whispered, "Because you can protect him once, but you can't protect him many times."
Away from the sight of the legitimate prince, the little eunuch would only become more vicious and even repay him several times.
For Zhu Changyu, it is tantamount to a loss-making business.
It turns out that this is a child without a father and mother. For the first time, Zhu Changyan felt lucky that he still had maternal love. He thought about it over and over again at a young age, and finally plucked up the courage to beg his mother, "We Help him."
The easiest people in this world to lend a helping hand are mostly the same poor people.
Queen Yan hesitated for a long time, but finally borrowed the power of the Yan family to drive away the young eunuch who was punching and kicking her.
Zhu Changyu's life has been respite, although he still needs scraps to eat, even though he still has to listen to humiliation from time to time, living like a woodlouse in the corner of the imperial city.
For a long time after that, Xiao Changyan had no news about the second emperor brother, until one day he fell to the ground while trying to catch up with his father. A gloomy young man walked out of nowhere, picked him up from the ground, and patted him. After cleaning his clothes, he turned around and left.
Later, Xiao Changyan gradually realized that he could not get his father's love. He gave up chasing his father and sat quietly by the pond feeding the fish.
The interaction between the two ends here.
Ten years later, one became a diligent and capable taciturn second prince, and the other became a sick and frail fifth prince who could not leave the house.
They also have no fatherly love and maternal love, and they are also determined to win the throne.
They passed each other in Fengtian Square.
Chang Yan woke up from his daze, glanced hard at the young man who was gloomy in his memory but would pick him up, and stepped onto the steps.
The salute officers stood on both sides of the steps and shouted in unison, "Bow."
Chang Yan bowed down solemnly.
It was the turn of the official to call, "Have a system."
The praise officer followed closely and said, "Kneel down."
The young man in orange robe knelt on his knees to listen to the formal canonization.
I don't know how long it took, but the ceremonial officer took two steps forward, helped His Royal Highness to his feet, and guided him into the main hall.
The internal praise officer responded from the front and sang, "Kneel down."
Chang Yanfu knelt down again, and the official who listened to the book knelt down in front of the case to hold the book and solemnly handed it to the official who read the book.
The internal official loudly announced the reading of the book. The reading official knelt down and read out the book. After reading it again, he handed the book into the hands of the trembling old man Sun Ge. Mr. Sun Ge slowly knelt down and held the book in both hands and handed it over, " Your Highness, please collect the books."
After collecting this volume, you will be the legitimate prince of the dynasty.
Perhaps Chang Yan was just competing for the throne in order to live a better life at first. It was not until this moment, when the golden treasure book fell in his palm, that he felt the sense of responsibility and the mission of shouldering the people.
He will be the emperor of this dynasty, he will love his people like a son, and he will bear a heavy burden and move forward.
Chang Yan stood up with tears in his eyes, handed the treasure book to the treasure envoy, and slowly walked out of the hall amid the praise officer's chant.
The treasure book should be put into the treasure book box from the inside, and he should bow four times to the heaven and earth on the steps.
When he straightened up and returned to the main hall, Tianjia on the dragon chair was already smiling.
The father's love that he had been chasing for many years when he was a child, but could not get it, was all expressed at this moment.
"My son, don't forget that you have a mission for your king. History teaches you lessons with blood. A king should neither be too impatient nor too cowardly. As the leader of the world, you should set an example for the world."
"Everyone in this world is your people."
After saying this, the man on the dragon throne took a deep breath.
Manager Wu turned pale with fright, and urged in a low voice, "Your Majesty, let's go back and rest. Go back."
"No, it can't be done." Tianjia shook his head, "The prince has not yet paid homage to the queen, and the kings have not yet granted fiefdoms. Come on, come and announce the prince's presence."
