Chapter 244 Agreement

Yuan Mansion.

Wang Shun and a servant helped the drunk Yuan Ming back to the house and let him lie on the bed.

"All of you... all of you go down. You are not allowed to come in tonight without my order... order."

Hearing Yuan Ming's drunken order, Wang Shun led the servant to retreat, and did not forget to close the door before leaving.

They did not see that after he left, Yuan Ming, who was still lying on the bed, suddenly disappeared, and walked in from outside again after a long time.

With the illusion performed by Yuan Ming at the current soul cultivation realm, let alone these servants, even the cultivators of the same level would probably find it difficult to see through.

Yuan Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, repeatedly checking the image in the blue gem, thinking for a moment, calling out the incense burner, inserting the black incense and lighting it.

In the misty fog, Yuan Ming silently thought about the appearance of the eighth prince's son in his heart, and soon completed the possession.

At this time, the prince should have just returned to the palace, and was in an elegantly decorated study room, reporting to his father about the conversation with Lin Junsheng not long ago.

Yuan Ming already knew all these contents, but he didn't listen carefully. Instead, he took the opportunity to look at the Eighth Prince in front of him.

It was not the first time for him to see the Eighth Prince, but he had not paid much attention to him before, and even if he saw him occasionally, he didn't have much impression.

The Eighth Prince was wearing a dragon robe and sitting on the main seat. His square face was full of aura.

It must be said that this person really had a bit of imperial majesty.

Soon, the prince reported his conversation with Lin Junsheng in detail.

The Eighth Prince tapped the chair handle lightly with his fingers, and his whole face was thoughtful, and he fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, the prince didn't dare to speak, but just stood aside and waited quietly.

"What do you think of Yuan Ming?" After a while, the Eighth Prince spoke.

"He was just a dandy boy. This time he was able to come back alive from the southern border and became a cultivator. He has some ability. But in the imperial city, with the national teacher in charge, he dare not stir up any waves." The prince said so.

"You can leave now." The Eighth Prince just nodded without comment and spoke.

The prince seemed to want to say something to his father, but he didn't dare to disobey the Eighth Prince's order, so he had to bow and leave.

Yuan Ming's possession continued, but then the prince went directly back to his yard, lying on a rattan chair, while asking two maids in their twenties to massage his legs and shoulders, while holding a book with the cover torn off, flipping through it with relish, so comfortable.

Yuan Ming followed the prince's line of sight and fell on the book in his hand, and his heart was filled with joy. The content of the book was exactly "Mr. Sheng's Journey to the South".

In this way, he could not get any more useful information.

"I thought that someone from Changchun Temple was behind Lin Junsheng, but I didn't expect it to be the Eighth Prince. But I don't know what kind of deal this Eighth Prince has with the National Master, and who is instructing the three people who went to Southern Xinjiang to kill me?" After Yuan Ming returned to his body, he thought to himself.

Although he had some clues, he did not get any key information for a while, and then he closed his eyes and continued to practice the Nine Yuan Jue.

As time passed day by day, three months passed in a blink of an eye.

The popularity of "Mr. Sheng's Journey to the South" was no longer as hot as it was at the beginning, and Yuan Ming's life gradually returned to peace. In addition to greeting his parents every day, the rest of his time was basically spent on practice.

Of course, he was inevitably summoned to the palace by the little emperor every now and then, or the other party came directly to the mansion.

This was a common thing in the past, so neither Yuan Ming's parents nor the servants in the mansion found it strange.

During this period, Yuan Ming also burned incense and possessed the Eighth Prince many times, wanting to see who was the real mastermind behind the scenes, but the Eighth Prince lived in seclusion and was usually quite low-key, so there was nothing special about him.

If those assassinations were all instigated by the Eighth Prince, even Yuan Ming himself would find it unbelievable.

However, Yuan Ming was also cautious. Since he could not get direct information every time he leaned over, he simply kept leaving hints in the Eighth Prince's mind, making him feel that there might be some changes in inheriting the throne, and asked him to seek help from Changchun Temple.

As the saying goes, hard work pays off. Yuan Ming's efforts first made the Eighth Prince, who usually had a regular schedule, unable to sleep at night and his temper became a little anxious.

After several times, when he possessed the Eighth Prince again, Yuan Ming suddenly found that there was a Taoist boy leading the way in front of him. There were green mountains and green waters on both sides, and there were white jade steps climbing up at his feet.

This prince of the Great Jin Kingdom, who was second to none, did not dare to have any airs in front of this ordinary Taoist boy. Even though his sweat almost soaked his robes after walking, he did not dare to say much.

Yuan Ming was a little excited in his heart, but he soon calmed down.

After the Taoist boy took the Eighth Prince to an elegantly decorated room, he asked him to wait and turned around and walked out.

The waiting time was extremely long, and the Eighth Prince seemed to be pacing back and forth in the room anxiously.

Yuan Ming was not idle either. He followed the Eighth Prince's line of sight and memorized the appearance of the room in his mind.

After an unknown period of time, a faint sound of footsteps came from far away outside the house.

The Eighth Prince turned his head and looked through the window. He could vaguely see a figure in a Taoist robe walking towards here, but just when he wanted to see more clearly, the black incense burned out, and the picture in front of Yuan Ming began to become blurred.

And the last thing he saw was a purple and gold Taoist robe and three long beards hanging in front of his chest.

…

Time passed month after month.

A few days before the ceremony of succession, the entire capital of Dajin ushered in the strictest martial law since the new emperor ascended the throne.

In addition to the 200,000 imperial guards guarding the palace being mobilized and stationed in the imperial city, most of the 300,000 garrison troops outside the city were also drawn out to assist in the defense of the capital.

The defense force of the entire capital was unprecedented.

At the same time, the entire capital also began to prepare for the succession ceremony early. Led by the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of Works, a lot of arrangements were made on the main streets in the city, and the entire capital was completely new.

But this succession ceremony was not a celebration that could be enjoyed by the people after all, so there was no festive atmosphere in the city. Instead, it seemed a bit solemn because of the mobilization of weapons.

In the early morning, it was still dark.

The lights in Shangyang Palace were already brightly lit.

The little emperor was surrounded by three eunuchs, who were helping him put on his robes and crown. Although he was still a teenager, he looked like an emperor who ruled the world.

Everyone standing by looked nervous, except for one person, who was holding a plate of cakes and looked calm. When his eyes fell on the little emperor, he always had a faint smile on his face.

After the little emperor was dressed in his heavenly worship clothes and dismissed everyone, he rubbed his stiff cheeks, took a piece of cake from Yuan Ming and took a bite.

"I'm tired of doing these things, all kinds of rituals, very cumbersome." The little emperor chewed the snack and said vaguely.

"Who let your majesty be the emperor?" Yuan Ming smiled.

"I will be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering soon, hehe." The little emperor said happily.

"There are not many people in this world who can regard the throne as a sea of ​​suffering, except your majesty, right?" Yuan Ming asked with a smile.

"What's so good about the throne? I lost my interest in cultivation only after you were rejected by Changchun Temple. My father also wanted me to cultivate after I had a son so that the throne could be passed on. I am sorry to disappoint him this time." The little emperor sighed and said.

"You lost the throne, but you have embarked on the path of immortality. I don't think your father will blame you. You should get married with Loulan as soon as possible. Sister Loulan has been waiting for you for so many years. Such a woman is hard to find in the world. After entering Changchun Temple, you two will be a pair of immortal lovers." Yuan Ming took a bite of the apricot cake and teased.

"Yes, put aside worldly troubles, fulfill the promise with Loulan, and practice with her in the future. When you are free, go to travel and see the beautiful scenery in the world. It's better than being in this cage. That's the life of an immortal." The little emperor said with expectation on his face.

"I will take you to Southern Xinjiang if I have the chance in the future. Southern Xinjiang has infinite scenery and many secret places. I have been to a snake king valley, which has a big secret, but unfortunately I am not strong enough now." Yuan Ming said.

"Okay, no matter what happens in the future, I will give you justice today." The little emperor's face showed a look of contempt again.

When Yuan Ming heard this, even though he already knew the little emperor's plan today, he still felt warm in his heart.

...

Outside the main hall of Shangyang Palace, there was already a dragon chariot waiting, carrying the little emperor to the Temple of Heaven and Earth.

Yuan Ming had no official status. According to the etiquette, he should not attend this succession ceremony, but the little emperor still violated the etiquette and directly let him accompany him.

A group of more than a hundred people came to the Temple of Heaven and Earth in a mighty manner.

This is the place where the royal family used to worship heaven and earth and pray for the people. The outer circle is a circle of altars, and the inner side is a square platform, representing the concept of the universe of the round sky and the square earth.

Before dawn, the civil and military ministers of the court had already arrived at the Temple of Heaven and Earth and lined up to wait.

The princes and grandchildren, who were difficult to gather together in the past, were actually the uncles and brothers of the little emperor. They all changed into court clothes and gathered outside the Temple of Heaven and Earth.

Officials from the Honglu Temple had also led envoys from neighboring countries such as Yue, Zhao, and Wu to wait outside.

When the emperor arrived, the sound of grand ritual music organized by the Ministry of Rites sounded, and the atmosphere became more solemn.

The chief priest of the Imperial College, a white-haired and highly respected old man, dressed in formal attire and holding a scroll, recited the "Sacrificial Text to Heaven and Earth" on behalf of the emperor with great sincerity, and then the young emperor stepped onto the Altar of Heaven and Earth step by step.

He ordered people to offer three animals, five grains, and pour fine wine. He held incense in both hands, loudly explained his achievements in office and the reasons for his abdication, and saluted in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and northeast to pay tribute to the four directions of heaven and earth.

Outside the Altar of Heaven and Earth, the royal family, civil and military officials, envoys from various countries, and all the guards and eunuchs, some bowed, some clasped their fists, and some knelt down to salute, and shouted "Long live the emperor".