Today's crown prince's coronation ceremony is actually a bit special. The special thing is that in addition to the civil and military officials who followed the rules, there were also a thousand elderly people from the folk in the square in front of the Taimiao. These old men held crane sticks and wore new clothes. They were not only able to enter the Taimiao to watch the ceremony, but also received the emperor's grace and gave them seats.

Such a grand scene was unique in previous dynasties.

The auspicious time determined by the deduction of the supervisors who are in charge of the Tianshi Episode is today's Si Shi Three Moments. Now, less than a quarter of an hour is left for three minutes of Si Shi Three Moments. The prince, all officials and the thousand elderly people have already taken their place, but the emperor has not yet appeared.

The hall was double-eaved, ancient cypresses were lush, and before the solemn and majestic Taimiao, he served as the ceremonial master today. Liu Guan, the Minister of Rites, stood in the divine way, and looked up from time to time, looking at the sun gradually climbing above his head, showing a slight anxious look on his face.

The crown prince was crowned, second only to the emperor ascended the throne, which was related to the national system and was granted to the destiny. Every step was rehearsed in advance, and no mistake could be allowed. Moreover, there were thousands of elderly people waiting for excitement outside the Taimiao who were waiting for it. If it was delayed, it would not only be a bad omen, but it would also cause various doubts in the court and even the people.

Liu An speculated that the reason why the emperor summoned the elderly to respect the elderly and watch the ceremony was to allow the prince to quickly establish his image of his destiny among the people.

First, he summoned important officials to give a lecture, ordered his loyalty to the crown prince, established his position as the crown prince in the court, and then made such arrangements. To be honest, although he had been following the emperor for many years and knew that the emperor had always loved the crown prince, he actually did not understand the emperor's behavior that seemed a bit abnormal. If the emperor had not been in his prime and was about to show his grand plan, he would even feel that the emperor had retired and now he wanted to support the crown prince with all his might to replace him.

Naturally, this is too ridiculous. The only explanation should be that the emperor attaches great importance to the successor he made early, which is why he has such an arrangement today.

But the auspicious time is coming, but others have not yet appeared. If it is delayed, it is not a trivial matter for a newly-anticipated prince of the dynasty.

He heard the counselor standing behind him and began to whisper in confusion, and became more anxious. He was about to send someone to ask again, but he heard a rumbling drum sound coming from the front. He looked up and saw the emperor wearing a crown, wearing a dragon robe, and walking with the queen. The two of them rode side by side and were escorted by the guards of the ceremonial guards.

The Taimiao, which houses thousands of people, was solemn and silent in an instant.

According to the old system, the queen had no ranks in Japan today, but since it was a new dynasty, the emperor had the final say. He could summon a thousand old men to the Taimiao to watch the ceremony, so he could naturally take the queen with him.

Liu An breathed a sigh of relief and immediately led the ceremonial officer behind him to greet him.

The emperor and empress sat in the imperial seat. After receiving the worship ceremony, an official walked out of the Taimiao and chanted loudly: "The three hours of Si are the right time, and the great ceremony begins!"

After he finished speaking, solemn and peaceful music and dance were played around him. Binzan each entered his position, and Dianyi led the prince out and began the coronation ceremony.

Compared with the previous emperor's throne ceremony, this etiquette was just a downgrading three kneelings and five kowtows to three kneelings and three kowtows. Various etiquettes were interspersed in the middle. The sun gradually reached the top of the head. After an hour, it was almost noon, and the lengthy and complicated etiquette was approaching.

A row of palace servants carried a pallet of yellow silk in their hands and walked in sequence.

The trays in their hands were filled with crown prince crowns, talismans and albums.

Xie Changgeng stood in front of the Thousands of people in Taimiao Square. Under the steps opposite him were the prince waiting for him to crown him and the priests accompanying him.

Mu Fulan sat behind him. Under the sun, she saw a small dark red wet mark, which gradually appeared on his back.

The mark first looked like a drop of water stained with stains, gradually expanding like copper coins, becoming larger and larger, and penetrated onto the wefts of the fabric with fine textures of the dragon robe, like a piece of bloody sweat that penetrated the clothes.

No one noticed it, and he seemed to have not noticed it at all. He still stood up like that, with his shoulders straight and motionless.

The palace servant finally stopped at the designated position and raised the tray.

He took a steady step down the steps, took the crown of the prince with both hands, walked to the young boy kneeling in the middle, and put the golden crown on his head.

After adding the crown, the young man took the talisman and album he gave, held it high above the top, and then thanked him three times.

The sun was hanging brightly above her head. She was pressing her clothes over and over again. Mu Fulan felt sweat constantly coming out of her skin, and soon she became soaked in her underwear. The clothes were tightly pressed against her back, making her feel extremely tormented.

Her eyes could not move away from the man in front of her. She had never felt that time had passed so slowly like this moment. It seemed like a long time, and finally, she heard the call of the ceremonial officer "Full the ceremonials" in her ears, and music and dance sounded again, and the prince was lured down.

The ritual official guided him. On the square, the nearly a thousand officials and the thousand elderly people knelt down together, kowtowed to the ground, and gave him in a neat manner as he was sending him in a tidy voice. Mu Fulan watched him turn around and walked back towards him.

Ten steps, eight steps, five steps...

She clearly saw a layer of fine sweat beads oozing out of his forehead, and could no longer wait for him to finish the road by himself.

She stood up regardless of the eyes of several polite officials in the distance and quickly walked towards him. Under the cover of Cao Jin and several palace servants who were catching up with each other, she reached out and held his arm on the side.

His fingertips accidentally touched his palm, and his tentacles were cold and wet.

He paused, gently took off the hand she held his arm, and continued to step forward.

Mu Fulan followed him to the carriage silently. When he was a Tathagata, he climbed the carriage, left the Taimiao, and then got on the palace carriage waiting outside.

The car door was closed and there was no sight around him.

This time, he did not refuse her support.

He was held by her, and slowly sat down, let out a sigh of relief, turned his face, saw her looking at him, smiled at her, and said softly, "I'm fine." Then he closed his eyes, leaned his head to the other side, and rested on the wall of the car, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

The palace car rushed forward. The wheel suddenly ran over a small stone on the ground and the body jostled.

His body shook.

Mu Fulan subconsciously reached out to help him again.

Just as her hand touched him, without warning, the man's body softened, as if a newborn baby had emerged from the warrior's hard armor shell, and silently slipped from his seat, stumbled on the ground, pressing his forehead against the upper of the embroidered golden phoenix palace shoes on her feet.

Mu Fulan lowered her head.

The man pressed on her feet had his eyes closed, his face as gold paper, and there was no blood on his face.

She knelt in the carriage, hugged him, untied his belt, removed several layers of outer clothes, and saw a large amount of blood dyed on the back of the snow-white inner clothes.

The scarlet blood was still oozing out from the wet gauze at the wound, splashing on the floor of the carriage.

Her teeth couldn't help but tremble slightly. She pressed the bleeding hole, raised her head, and shouted loudly to the outside of the carriage: "Hurry! Get faster!"

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A carriage was carried straight into the bedroom of Ziwei Palace. The imperial physicians were busy in front of the bed, with a serious expression.

Mu Fulan stood in front of a window in the outer hall.

She was still dressed in her body, her hands were covered with dried blood marks, and she had not been called to clean them. Several palace servants stood from afar and looked at her quietly. But she looked at the flowers and trees that were about to bloom outside the window, as if she was fascinated by the sight.

In the inner hall, a crisp "ding" sound of an iron pendant made in the plate.

After a long time, she turned around and looked at the imperial physician who was walking towards her.

"Qiu, the entire sleeve arrow in Your Majesty's body has been hooked out. I carefully explored it with a probe, and there is no left behind. The wound has been cleaned, and the blood has stopped for the time being and has not surged. But the Queen also knows that Your Majesty has lost too much blood, and has suffered great damage to the divine essence, which has hurt the lungs. What is the follow-up? It still needs to be checked."

Mu Fulan was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you all for your hard work. Let's go and rest first. Just leave two of you here, and the rest will go to the Queen Mother's place to guard the rest. I will take care of the follow-up of Your Majesty's injury."

The imperial physician left without saying goodbye.

Xie Changgeng was lying in the inner hall, his eyes half open and half closed, and he was half unconscious and half awake. He wanted to open his eyes completely, but all his strength had left him, and even his breathing became extremely painful. He wanted to fall asleep, but the still clear consciousness seemed to be tightly hooked by something, and he stubbornly refused to leave him. Until a few voices of the woman's speaking were faintly floating in his ears, the familiar and pleasant voice seemed to gently brush the hot spring water of the pores around him. He suddenly felt that he had relaxed, and the pain seemed to have left him. When he closed his eyes, he lost consciousness.

He slept long and heavy. When he finally woke up, he knew it must be late at night.

I was silent in my ears, and I could not hear any sound.

He is not unfamiliar with the long nights in the deep palace, the dead silence like the underworld. In his previous life, he had spent countless such long nights.

But at this moment, in the deep palace, there was a dark red warm light beside him.

He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head.

He saw her leaning on a temporarily laid couch in front of the bed, curled up slightly, her eyes closed, as if she had been staying here, extremely tired and fell asleep.

He looked at her.

At this moment, for some reason, a scene that many years suddenly popped up in Xie Changgeng's mind.

It was at the foot of Tianshan Mountain in the distant Jincheng. That night, the small tent was also lit with such a faint red warm light. She went down the mountain with her medicine and was very tired. So she fell asleep to this night without realizing his arrival.

This scene that looked like an old dream suddenly made a sour sound surge under his chest.

At that time, he had a dark hope that he could keep her.

He stared at the woman in the dim red light, not daring to breathe loudly, for fear of waking her up.

He slowly sat up, went downstairs, took the soft steps, and gently came to the couch where she was lying, and gently placed a quilt covered by himself on her shoulder.

When she got closer, she saw clearly that a faint blue dizziness appeared under her eyes.

He stared at the face under his eyelids, raised his hand and slowly stretched it over. However, just as the fingertips were about to touch her, he suddenly withdrew his hand as if he was burned by candlelight, turned around suddenly, but accidentally touched the wound. A burst of pain came from his lungs and his chest was stuffy, as if he wanted to cough up blood, and his eyes were even darker, and he couldn't stand firm for a moment.

Mu Fulan was awakened. She opened her eyes and saw that she was covered with a quilt. The man had woken up at some point, with his back facing him and holding the edge of the bed with one hand, and his body hunched over in pain.

She was shocked, hurriedly got off the bed, held him, let him support himself, and slowly lay down. Then she sat by the bed and rubbed the acupoints on his back.

Xie Changgeng gradually calmed down and closed his eyes and said, "I'm fine. I'm just because I was careless. You go and rest. If you have any problems, I will call the palace servant."

Mu Fulan slowly withdrew her hand, but did not get up and leave.

She looked at the man's haggard face, stubborn with a stubborn look, and said softly: "What I said that day, the ceremony can be postponed. Why do you take such a risk?"

Xie Changgeng seemed to be asleep and had no reaction at first. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at her and said, "Xi'er is determined by fate. As long as I have a breath, the crowning ceremony will not be changed."

Mu Fulan was silent. He stopped talking.

The lights jumped. One of them was lying and the other was sitting, close to each other, but it was like a distance from the world, as if there were countless words to the mouth, but they didn't know how to speak and what to say.

"you……"

"you……"

The two of them suddenly spoke together, stopped again, and looked at each other.

His eyes were extremely bright and dark, but they seemed to be shimmering as if there was a vague light.

Mu Fulan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Just then, she heard footsteps coming from behind. She turned her head and saw Xier walking in.

The young boy stopped near the two of them and said, "My mother, you are tired, go and rest. I can't sleep, I'll serve my father."

"I will take good care of my father." He stared at Xie Changgeng and said.

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