Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 193 Can I Hug You (29) (Gageng)

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Three days later.

The funeral ceremony of the late emperor.

The horn of mourning suffocated heavily from the instrument, spreading across the whole land,

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers, with the wind, fell from the gloomy sky, bringing sadness and solemnity into the brightly lit ancestral temple, and wet the vermilion red threshold.

The national teacher who always loved red clothes changed into a plain mourning dress, and walked slowly from the jade bricks to the imperial mausoleum,
With a calm and cold face, the plain white hand was holding the sacred decree bordered by golden strands, and slowly opened it under the eyes of everyone,

The snow didn't fall heavily, it just fell lightly on the ground, leaving behind a light layer of frost.

Representing the supreme god, the stunning national teacher, with a clear and traceless tone, read the late emperor's last decree to all the worshiping subjects,
"By God, the emperor's edict said. The sons of the ancestors, the emperors, and the descendants of the princes and princes are all safe now. If you can be vigilant and safe after my death, I will die happily. My prince Chu Heng has a noble character and deep Xiao Zhen bows, and he will be able to inherit the great order. When I ascend the throne, that is, the emperor's throne, that is, follow the public system, hold the clothes for 27 days, release the clothes and announce them at home and abroad, so that the emissaries can hear about them. ——Chu Han, November 41, [-] Three days, Mao."

The huge and empty imperial mausoleum rejects the cold female voice that cannot be refuted,

As if it could be heard in the empty valley, the will of the first emperor was conveyed to everyone's ears, majestic and extremely solemn.

Kneeling on the next step, the young man in plain clothes looked at the snow-white jade brick calmly with his eyelashes lowered, his face calm and calm.

There was no trace of joy, and the calm was a little weird.

When the will is read out,
Standing at the highest position, the national teacher slowly bent down, holding the will in mid-air with a gentle and gentle gesture,
"His Royal Highness, accept the order?"

The kneeling boy moved a bit,
quite a while,

He raised his head slowly, staring at the god-like Su Yi Guoshi with his strangely black eyes, a secretive smile slowly appeared on his lips,

"My son, accept the order."

With a hand full of scars, he took over the imperial decree with a pious attitude,

As if the cold fingertips touched the woman's warm hand inadvertently, they slid across gently without showing any trace.

He stood up slowly, his body still weak,

The face that has not completely faded from its childish color is exquisite, and it seems to be covered with a layer of haze.
He stared closely at the woman in front of him, with a calm smile on his lips,

Holding the imperial decree made of silk with gentle hands, he opened his mouth,
The slightly immature voice of a teenager mixed with the sandy tone of an adult seems inexplicably gentle,

"Thank you, father, and thank you, Mr. National Teacher."

The national teacher's eyelashes trembled, and he calmly withdrew his hand.

The young man received the imperial decree, and immediately became the new emperor.

He turned and faced all his subjects,
The subjects all knelt, and the voice was loud and tidy, "See Your Majesty—"

"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live—"

The national teacher who was originally standing at the highest position also walked down the steps, knelt down,
Kneeling at the feet of the new emperor in the most submissive posture, he said softly, "Your Majesty, Wanan."

The new emperor stood calmly, his eyes as black as lacquer, looking down at everyone without any waves.

He was dressed in plain mourning clothes, which well covered his thin body,
Like a god-killer looking down on all living beings, without a trace of pity and love in his heart,
Ascending to a high position will only increase the power in his hands and allow him more opportunities to act recklessly.

He slowly leaned over and helped the kneeling national teacher up,

The cold palm touched her hand, with little force,

But invisibly, some emotions showed up,

The deep black eyeballs stared at her calmly, the lips were pale in color, and the curve gradually deepened,
"Master National Teacher, there is no need to be too polite."

(End of this chapter)