At this moment, the altar of the great sacrificial sacred is brightly lit.

On the three-story altar, along the edge of the pillars, there was a soldier standing in front of each stone pillar, holding a torch in his hand. Although the night wind blew the flames constantly shaking, these people were unmoving.

The swaying fire illuminated the entire altar like day.

All the ministers and workers were all arranged in four groups, standing at the four positions under the altar, northeast, northwest, southwest and southeast. Duke Chengguo Wu Yingqiu, as the head of all the ministers, stood in the front.

A pair of scheming eyes quietly looked at the avenue leading from the japanese palace to the altar.

The sound of drums and music has been heard all the time.

Although all the ministers and workers stood in their respective positions in their own positions, this was the first time that the emperor held such a grand ceremony to commemorate the ancestors of the ancestors. Everyone knows that he rebelled less than three years after the death of the ancestors. In the name of "Jingnan", he drove the successor of the ancestors, Emperor Wen, off the throne and inherited the throne himself.

What would he say to his father at such a festival?

So, everyone carefully stretched their necks and looked at the other end of the avenue.

Finally, at the point where we could not see the end, the gate of the Zhai Palace finally opened. Everyone saw a fire light shining from the avenue over there. In the dazzling light, a tall and magnificent figure slowly walked towards the altar from the other side of the avenue.

The rituals and music are getting higher and higher.

And everyone's breathing became tense at this moment.

Especially Wu Yingqiu is the most important thing.

Behind him, there were other places, standing the kings, princes and ministers who had already formed an alliance with him in the Duke's mansion, and all of them exchanged and conveyed their eyes.

The atmosphere was a little weird.

After a while, Zhu Feng, wearing a dress, slowly walked under the altar.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the three-story altar in front. Under circles of fire, the altar seemed to have become a huge brazier, and the fire lit up to the sky.

When he saw this scene, somehow he suddenly felt everything in his sight was shaking and changing.

It seemed that it had changed into another great altar.

This has happened frequently these two days.

He suspected that it might be because he had not had a good rest and was a little sleepy. Although he often did not sleep for several days and nights when he was young, he had never experienced such dizziness and even saw hallucinations.

However, he had already listened to Nanyan's advice last night and had a good rest.

I even slept in today.

Haven't you had enough rest?

Thinking of this, he shook his head gently and looked up again, but he saw the three towering altars, with fire illuminating the figures, shaking constantly, as if even the altars were shaking.

And he vaguely saw that there seemed to be a figure on the shaking altar.

Who is it?

Who dared to climb to the altar before you?

At this moment, Eunuch Yu's voice came from behind

"emperor?"

This voice barely pulled Zhu Feng's mind back. He looked back and saw Eunuch Yu looking at him fairly and carefully, his eyes appearing confused and concerned. For some reason, when His Majesty the Emperor came here, he suddenly stopped.

In fact, they were all a little worried about the Christmas celebration at the Grand Sacrificial Altar.

After all, there was something like that last time at the sacrificial ceremony of the Great Sacrifice Altar. What's more important is that Zhu Feng was crazy about this incident. As a result, they used special means on him, which made him lose his memory.

This time, when he proposed to hold the Grand Sage of the Emperor's Birth Festival at the Grand Sage Altar, everyone was embarrassed.

I was afraid that the scene here would evoke his memories.

Although according to He Yi, those who have used "Taishang Forgetful Love" will not associate or remember the scenery and people they have seen in the past, but they are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

In case, Zhu Feng fell into that kind of madness again...

Who dares to touch him again?

Although everyone is worried, everyone understands that as an emperor, it is impossible for him to not hold a ceremony in his entire life.

So this time, from the preparations of Queen Xu Miaoyin before to the preparations accepted by Eunuch Yu later, the place was arranged completely different from the previous ceremony. However, the appearance of the sacrificial altar is still there, so it is impossible to say that you are not worried.

When he saw the emperor stopping under the altar, Eunuch Yu's heart was in his throat.

He said carefully: "Master, is there anything wrong with it?"

“…”

Zhu Feng did not speak, but turned to look at the altar again.

The illusion I just saw has disappeared, leaving only the three altars and soldiers holding torches around.

It seems that I did see it wrong.

He said, "It's okay."

After saying that, continue walking upwards.

I soon walked to the highest altar, where a sacrifice table and offerings were already placed.

There was a ritual officer standing beside him slowly stepped forward, holding a golden plate in his hand, and a volume of rituals written by the people from the Ministry of Rites were placed on the golden plate.

Zhu Feng picked it up and took a look.

In fact, he had read this tribute long ago. He had passed his hand and had been revised several times.

What is written above is nothing more than his merits and demerits and demerits over the years he ascended to the throne.

Of course, the merit is greater than the fault, and the right is greater than the wrong.

After all, this was an "explanation" to the former emperor after he ascended the throne.

Everyone knows that such sacrificial texts are just means to embellish the wrongs. This describes him as being deeply favored by the previous emperor and launching the Jingnan Campaign was just to serve the king and assist in the government. After ascending the throne, he also worked diligently and loved the people, worked hard and complained, and took it as his responsibility to maintain the country and rejuvenate the country.

He had read these words long ago.

As long as I recite it here today, the history books will naturally leave such a conclusion and will leave a conclusion on what he has done in the past.

But, I don't know why.

For some reason, this tribute that I have read countless times is now held in my hand, but it seems to weigh a thousand pounds.

There was a voice echoing in my mind

This is not true...

This is all fake...

All of this is fake!

All are fake...

Fake!

Zhu Feng gritted his teeth hard, fighting against the sounds that kept echoing in his mind. At this time, the ritual officer around him also felt a little strange.

He asked softly, "Your Majesty?"

If Zhu Feng continues to postpone it, the sacrificial ceremony will be a waste of time.

Zhu Fengmantu looked back at him in a cold sweat.

I looked at the tribute again.

Finally, he took a deep breath, raised the sacrificial text, and said loudly: "I, the best destiny"

But just as he read the first sentence, under the altar, Duke Cheng of the Kingdom of Cheng, who was standing at the forefront of the ministers, suddenly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the old minister has something to do to report."

Zhu Feng's breathing was suffocated.
Chapter completed!