White silk and silk flowers are tied to the corners of the eaves, white gauze ornaments are covered with white gauze ornaments, huge elegy couplets are hung on both sides of the hall door, and the front of the hall is filled with clusters of white chrysanthemums, like a sea of ​​flowers, each of which shows the sadness of saying goodbye.

The characters carved from ebony are placed in the sea of ​​white chrysanthemums, and under the white chrysanthemums are a whole row of burning incense burners. Nine golden cushions are placed in front of the incense burner, and ninety-nine lotus cushions are arranged behind them.

White silk covered the steps and stones on both sides, and palace servants wearing mourning clothes were devoutly kneeling.

Xuande Hall is decorated like winter snow, and is decorated in a white scene, meaning that all things are united, just like the original appearance of drawing paper.

The pale palace was bathed in golden color by the afterglow, as if the heavenly palace was shining with golden light and brought back to heaven.

Master Xiang was wearing a cloak made of bird feathers, wearing a golden crown on his head, and circled around the emperor with a golden bell in his hand, chanting scriptures and mantras in his mouth, and occasionally sprinkled the nectar stored in the vase on the ground.

"Your Highness, the old minister has done his best." Lord Xiang breathed a long sigh after completing a complicated set of moves.

"Sir, thank you for your hard work." Shen Yiyu kept kneeling at the feet of the late emperor, looking at everything silently, as if he had seen himself many years later.

No one is born to be imprisoned and holds his throne and dynasty to age day after day.

Shen Yiyu believed that his father had been innocent and romantic, and had been addicted to his own interests and could not extricate himself. He had to sacrifice for the sake of imperial power.

"Only after the judgment of King Yama can the former emperor fly into an immortal." Master Xiang clasped his hands together and was very pious.

"Then... do I need to do anything?" Shen Yiyu asked back.

"Your Highness's blood needs to help the First Emperor become eternal." Lord Xiang was very polite.

"Here~" Shen Yiyu handed his wrist to Lord Xiang, then closed his eyes, and he did not dare to look directly at the bright red.

Lord Xiang pierced Shen Yiyu's ring finger with a silver needle and squeezed out eighteen drops of blood to nourish the dry lips of the late emperor. "Your Highness, you're fine."

"Well~" Shen Yiyu grinned in pain. He has been afraid of pain since he was a child. The smaller the wound, the more sensitive it is.

"Your Highness, you must not delay the ascension of the throne. The old minister takes the calculation..." Lord Prime Minister reminded him that he had already seen the astrological chart and wanted to urge him again, but before he could finish speaking, Shen Yiyu spoke.

"No hurry, wait until the First Emperor is buried." Shen Yiyu was not fully prepared. Whether to go or stay is difficult for him to decide.

"Your Highness must not delay for a long time... you may cause disaster." Master Xiang was loyal to the previous emperor, so he naturally hoped that he could be valued by the new emperor. He looked at his face and the birth date and horoscope, and everyone in front of him had the aura of an emperor.

"Mr. Xie reminds me, I know what I know in my heart." Shen Yiyu raised his face. Before the founder was buried, how could he be anxious to ascend the throne? It seemed as if he had coveted the throne for a long time and had long been anxious for his father's death.

"Your Highness, the golden coffin is ready." Shen Yihuan hurriedly ran in. According to the instructions of Master Xiang, the late emperor must enter the coffin before the sun sets, otherwise the three souls and seven spirits will not be able to resist the evil appearance of the head and night, and it is easy to find the way they have walked.

"Wear jade armor and golden clothes, enter the coffin and enjoy the ultimate bliss." Master Xiang felt anxious when he looked at the afterglow outside the window.

"Quick~" Shen Yiyu said while helping the emperor to tidy up his clothes. The coldness of his skin made him tremble for a moment. This was the first time he was so close to the corpse.

"Slow down, hold the crown of the late emperor." Master Xiang looked at Shen Yiyu's clumsy behavior and was extremely worried.

"I'll do it~" Shen Yihuan was not afraid at all. He directly held the emperor's neck with his hands so that it would be easier for the prince and the prime minister to change his armor and gold clothes.

"Woo~" The old emperor suddenly exhaled a breath, accompanied by the fishy smell of blood spreading in the air.

"This~" Shen Yihuan was so scared that he immediately let go, so that the late emperor fell heavily on the bed with his golden crown.

"My father is still angry?" Shen Yiyu's eyes rose with joy.

"The prince misunderstood, the former emperor has long lost his breath." Master Xiang said straightforwardly.

"That's just... a corpse-figure?" Shen Yiyu was frowning again.

"No, no, the old emperor left peacefully, how could he say that he was cheating? It was just that the breath that existed in his body before he died, so that he would not lose his appearance when he was looking at him." Lord Xiang comforted.

"Then I fell out this blood?" Shen Yihuan quickly wiped the bright red corner of the emperor's mouth with his handkerchief. He was afraid that Shen Yiyu would feel uncomfortable after seeing it.

"This should be the blood of the prince. What I dripped into the mouth of the emperor when I was just doing the ritual will help him ascend as soon as possible." Master Xiang explained slowly.

"The sun is about to set." Shen Yiyu looked out the window and reminded others that he did not want to miss any steps that could help the emperor transcend. Regardless of the true or false what the Prime Minister said, he wanted to obey well, as long as he was good to his father.

"Crown Prince, I forgot to ask before, since the third brother has returned to the imperial capital, should I ask the fourth brother to bring the princess back to visit his relatives?" Shen Yihuan guessed that the third prince already knew what happened in Tianfu City, but for some reason he had not returned.

"When Ben got married, he brought the princess back to Dazhou, okay? Since the late emperor has made a decision to send Nen to Jinge to marry him, anyone else should continue to follow his wishes." Shen Yiyu said seriously, and he had already begun to defend the late emperor everywhere.

"What the prince said is." Shen Yihuan responded carefully. "Crown Prince, Prince, please put the previous emperor in the coffin immediately." Lord Prime Minister took a few steps back.

"Sir, please help me!" Shen Yihuan was confused.

"Go... ask a few more palace servants to help." Shen Yiyu's appearance as if he was giving orders was as if he was a predecessor.

"No, you must have the talent of your surname, otherwise it will damage the fate of the country." The Prime Minister's request is the rules and regulations, and he has to listen.

Shen Yiyu and Shen Yihuan used all their strength to put the former emperor into the golden coffin.

"Do you need a shook tonight?" Shen Yihuan continued to inquire.

"Brother, have a good rest. I have been injured so badly before. It takes a year or two to heal. I just need to keep it myself tonight." Shen Yiyu, in accordance with the instructions of Master Xiang, put the rare treasures into the golden coffin and surrounded the emperor.

"I'm much better, let me do it tonight." Shen Yihuan fought.

"The prince, let the prince stay in Xuande Hall. You have worked very hard for the rest of the day. Today I will have a good sleep and accumulate energy." Master Xiang was very considerate. Judging from his expression, Shen Yihuan was much healthier than Shen Yiyu.

"The prince will spend more time with the princess. I think she looks very bad." Lord Xiang persuaded.

"It's not annoying enough to be with her!!!" Shen Yiyu curled his lips.
Chapter completed!