The entry is immortal

Chapter 30 Immortal Festival
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On the day of the enthronement ceremony, the entire capital of Kyoto is very lively, the streets are bustling with people, and the people are celebrating that the new benevolent emperor will soon take over Jiangshan Sheji.

The imperial city was even more busy without touching the ground, and there were court ladies and eunuchs walking briskly everywhere.

Running is forbidden in the palace, and it takes only five days to prepare all the things for the new emperor's enthronement ceremony, which really makes them work very hard, but there is nothing they can do.

There are still three thousand beauties in the harem to take care of.

The new emperor didn't know how to deal with the huge group of beauties left by his father. There were still many concubines his father had never touched, but they were improperly received, kept wasted, and it was not appropriate to let them out.

It really gave him a headache, and the dozen or so interviewees were also a problem, he didn't like it.

While accepting the service of Gong'e, Jiang Xuan gradually put on the emperor's robes.

Wu Xuan, Li Yu and others stood guard outside the door.

He waited for five days and there was no movement. He felt that King Wu had miscalculated, and he knew that there were more than 20 masters guarding him, but he didn't know if there were other methods in secret.

How hard does the head have to be to hit it?
When the eunuch was ordered to sing next to him, he waited for a long time, and when the sky was bright, he only practiced it for two and a half years because of his high voice.

"The auspicious time has come!"

Worshiping the ancestors, worshiping the heavens, offering sacrifices to the sages of the past, and the enthronement ceremony alone took one and a half hours to sacrifice.

Playing music, dancing, ringing bells and drums, and giving banquets.

Hundreds of officials paid homage, shouting "Long live", and finally sat on the dragon chair, expressed their views on the late emperor, summarized, and then explained what they planned to do after they ascended the throne.

Deciding the new year's name... and other complicated things.

Fengtian Temple.

The sacrificial part of the enthronement ceremony had just ended, Wu Xuan and the others couldn't go in, so they could only wait outside the hall. Apart from them, the flag guards in front of the hall controlled by the Empress Dowager God also allocated a part of them to guard.

All the officials in the hall knelt and sat beside the food table, quietly waiting for the new emperor to ascend the throne.

Prime Minister Zhou looked at the Empress Dowager Shenfan who was sitting behind the screen. From his position, he was able to meet his eyes from the side.

The moment the father and daughter looked at each other, they nodded at each other. It was obvious that everything had been arranged and it was up to the other party to make a move.

The difference from the previous enthronement ceremonies is that.

In addition to the hundreds of officials in Fengtian Palace, the princes and kings also came together. Under the calm and peaceful surface, there are surging murderous intentions and conspiracy collisions.

The time they arrived in Kyoto was enough for them to form cliques and form different camps.

When it comes to conspiracies, the vast majority of people can't play against the powerful officials at the center of the court, even if the princes and kings have a large number of staff and counselors around them.

The direction of specialization is different.

If the sword is drawn, it will be the place of the princes, and the army outside the city will be ready at any time, but the princes will not send troops unless they have to.

No one wants to stain this political change with blood.

Except lunatics...

at the same time.

The second prince's residence, the sleeping hall was silent, the sunlight penetrated through the hollowed-out door, and shone on Jiang Hai's face, half bright and half dark.

In front of him stood a seven-foot bronze mirror that was as tall as a person, and the fine polishing process could completely reflect his face.

In the dark environment, Jiang Hai didn't receive the side of the sun, and his pupils shone with a frightening red light, like blood and demons, making one's hairs stand on end!

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a bewitching voice in the mirror that kept ringing in Jiang Hai's ears, and the air was filled with a stench like rust...

Fengtian Temple.

Not long after Jiang Xuan completed the sacrifice, and now it was time to ascend the throne, the emperor's throne, which meant the Ninety-Five Supreme, was there. Even if he didn't care much about rights, there was an epic sense of joy at this moment.

"The new emperor is enthroned, and all officials pay homage!"

The process continued to advance, but at this moment, the sky outside the house suddenly darkened, dark clouds enveloped the entire imperial city, and thunder exploded, but there was no rain falling.

All the officials were shocked. After all, the theory of gods and ghosts is better to be believed than to be believed.

"Is this... is this a sign that God is stopping us?"

"Ominous omen!"

As he talked, he pointed the finger at Jiang Xuan, the crown prince who was about to ascend the throne. How many of them really believed in it, less than [-]%, and everyone who understood understood it.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, Prime Minister Zhou immediately stood up and scolded.

"Don't talk too much about strange powers and chaotic gods. Prince, please don't delay the auspicious time of enthronement. It's just drought and thunder. How can it rise to the category of God's will?"

Hearing this, Prince Xuan nodded quickly, then quickened his pace and prepared to go on stage.

- Boom!
Shocking thunder fell from the sky and tore up the dome of Fengtian Temple. The violent thunder and lightning fell on the center of the hall, scorching the ground black.

A little spark was flying, whether it was Prime Minister Zhou or the Empress Dowager, they all stared at this scene dumbfounded, thinking in their hearts, could it be that God really does not allow Prince Xuan to ascend the throne?

Otherwise, how could such a coincidence happen...

People who manipulate the celestial phenomena have never heard of it.

The officials were even more terrified, even Tai Zixuan froze on the spot and did not dare to go forward, for fear of taking a wrong step and being struck to death by lightning.

King Wu, who was drinking and having fun during the banquet, finally couldn't sit still.

He also supports Jiang Xuan's succession and the Zhou family's regent. He has other ways to deal with it, but now he can't wait any longer.

"He Fangxiao is young, how dare you play tricks here?!"

Li Yu, Wu Xuan and the others were not deaf, they had already ran in when they heard the movement, stood lined up at the door, and looked at the big hole above Fengtian Hall in amazement.

"Hahahahaha."

"The way of immortality is precious, and there is no measure for people."

There are people!

In the big hole where the thunder fell, a fairy-like man with a white hair and a childlike face came with a flying sword.

Such an attitude, how could a warrior be able to pretend?

Many people among the officials knelt down on the spot, calling for immortals, and Wu Xuan's eyes turned hot. Are there really immortals in this world?Why is it here?
However, King Wu cruelly shattered everyone's assumptions.

"Noisy, you madman, dare to interfere with the new emperor's ascension to the throne, you really deserve to die!"

King Jiang Wu pointed his right hand away and shook it lightly.

In an instant, the closed Fengtian Hall wrinkled without wind, and under the control of King Wu's inner energy, a scarlet handprint nearly ten feet long was formed, holding the "immortal" in his palm.

Without further ado, just crush it!
The man seemed to have put on some kind of disguise, and the appearance of Xianfengdaogu suddenly changed, and he became a strange middle-aged man, who was still screaming when he was dying.

"Spirit Body Technique?! No! No!!!"

Crash~ Blood rains pouring down...

The flying sword fell to the ground like scrap iron, and everyone was drenched in the cold.

Among the officials, Cao Taiwei looked at King Wu with frightened eyes.

"A little illusion, why call it a fairy?"

"continue!"

King Wu's scolding brought everyone back to their senses, and the ceremonial officials did not dare to neglect and continued to preside over the grand ceremony.

This turn of events made the scene even more silent.

Prince Xuan silently sat on the dragon chair. From this moment on, he is the new emperor of Dali Dynasty!
(End of this chapter)