I have an altar of luck

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It was also the most complete that Chen Yuan had ever seen.

At a glance, hundreds of people gathered behind Jingtai.

Originally, Chen Yuan should also be among the distinguished people, but because of his duties, he couldn't give up his post of commander to pay homage along with him.

But he has no regrets.

Salute to these Sima family's royal ancestors, if it can be avoided, it must be avoided.

As soon as these people came out, a solemn and solemn atmosphere began to linger in the huge venue. No one dared to make a loud noise, and Chen Yuan's eyes kept flickering.

Suddenly, he noticed that several eyes were fixed on him.

He fixed his gaze, and first placed it on Princess Pingyang. The two stared at each other for a moment, nodded with a smile, and then looked away.

Then came the other two princes, Sima Gan and Sima You.

With faint smiles on their faces, they greeted Chen Yuan.

He also smiled.

Finally...the gaze of the Fourth Prince Sima Ke.

Although he was punished by Jingtai to copy Taoist scriptures and meditate in the palace for a period of time, this kind of royal family sacrifice still cannot be missed, he must come, but his eyes are a bit complicated.

There is hatred, jealousy, and inexplicable irritability.

Especially seeing Chen Yuan and Huang Jie Pingyang flirtatiously, I felt an inexplicable awkwardness in my heart, and I didn't want to think about it in another way, the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became.

Concubine Mother, Sister Huang, Chen Yuan...

These three names constantly surrounded his mind.

Looking at his eyes, Chen Yuan hooked his mouth and moved his lips.

Sima Ke's complexion suddenly changed, and he looked away suddenly, and he saw Chen Yuan's mouth shape.

That's the word "Concubine Shu".

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he might be finished.

With such a handle in Chen Yuan's hands, wouldn't he want to eat it for the rest of his life?

Will I be completely controlled by him?

As long as there is any news from Chen Yuan before ascending to the throne, he is basically dead. The royal family and court officials will not let a person who disturbs the harem become the emperor.

At the same time, he also felt extremely aggrieved.

I am controlled by Chen Yuan, my mother and concubine are committed to Chen Yuan, and the imperial sister is devoted to Chen Yuan...

How the hell could this be a trap for their family?

Didn't he just offend this guy before?

But my uncle was severely punished for this!

Seeing Sima Ke's gloomy and uncertain face constantly changing, Chen Yuan's mouth also evoked an imperceptible smile.

this secret...

He eats for a lifetime!

It's a pity that Chen Yuan didn't know what Sima Ke was thinking, otherwise he would definitely be irritated.

For example, glance at him calmly, and then say softly:

"Your mother, very moist!"

"what happened?"

Jingtai frowned, and turned his gaze to Sima Ke.

"No...it's nothing, Erchen just thought of something."

With a soft snort, Jingtai ignored Sima Ke and made Sima Gan and Sima You twitch their lips.

Among those civil and military officials, Chen Yuan also found Guo Peng. He was not in the sequence of military officials, but stood behind several great scholars.

Seeing Chen Yuan's sweeping gaze, he smiled kindly at him.

In addition, Chen Yuan also found a problem.

The Samantabhadra Bodhisattva who was the national teacher of the current dynasty, and the Shenwu Zhenjun who had never met before, did not appear on this occasion. Moreover, he knew that the royal family also had a powerful Zhenjun.

But now for some reason, he didn't show up.

Could it be that Zhenjun does not need to participate in ancestor worship?

Or, do you have a plan?

On the contrary, quite a few Huayang masters from the imperial court came, and from his perception alone, he found no less than ten Huayang real people appearing here.

While Chen Yuan was thinking about this matter, it was almost noon, and the ancestor worship ceremony was about to begin, and four figures walked out slowly.

All four of them were wearing Taoist robes, holding whisks, and standing around the altar.

Then, the four of them waved their whisks in unison.

The next moment, the originally cloudless sky suddenly began to surge with clouds.

In the eyes of everyone, it turns into a magnificent picture scroll.

The golden dragon dances, and the fire phoenix spreads its wings.

Two strange beasts formed from clouds hovered over the imperial city.

This move alone was a miracle for the ordinary people in Shenjing City. The people who saw this scene knelt down and saluted.

And this hand also made Chen Yuan look dignified.

Such ingenious control over vitality is not something that can be done by ordinary people. It must be meticulous. At least, he is currently unable to do this scene.

But he didn't feel any danger from these four Taoists.

It can only be said that these guys have this unique skill.

The alchemy master is not as good as it is.

At the same time, the vicissitudes of the horns began to blow. Those sturdy men held their breath and blew them suddenly. The sound spread nearly ten thousand meters...

At this moment, in the capital city, within Qingyun Temple.

The old man in Taoist robe lay leisurely on the chair, slightly shaking and fanning the fan in his hand, squinting slightly at the golden dragon, fire and phoenix in the void.

"Monastery, look quickly, it's a miracle!"

The little Taoist boys on the side were extremely excited when they saw this scene.

They are not very old, and although this is not the first time they have seen this situation, they are still inexplicably excited.

"I saw..."

The old temple master smiled and nodded.

"My lord, why didn't you go to the nearby benefactor's house to practice medicine today?"

A Taoist boy asked casually.

Although the royal family worshiped ancestors, although weddings and funerals were prohibited, normal activities were not prohibited.

"I'm a little uncomfortable today, I want to take a day off."

"Oh."

"Guanzhu, do you think this is the method of a god?"

"more or less……"

"I'm so envious, gods will live forever."

"That's not necessarily the case, it depends on what kind of god it is."

"Monastery Master, why don't you let the juniors go out today because you don't feel well?"

"This old man watches the sky at night. It may not be peaceful today, but it is still safe in the observation."

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sound of the horn gradually began to stop, but the golden dragon and fire phoenix in the void did not disappear. An official from the Ministry of Rites looked at the sky, took a deep breath, and said loudly:

"The auspicious time has come, please... ancestors!"

The loud and clear voice echoed in everyone's ears, and an official from the Ministry of Rituals began to come out one after another. After a series of tedious ceremonies, several officials bowed and held white jade tablets and gradually placed them on the altar.

These are the tablets of the emperors of the Jin Dynasty, and they were also sacrificed when worshiping the ancestors.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath and looked around calmly.

Calm and solemn, it seems that everyone's eyes are attracted by the ancestor worship.

There is nothing abnormal.

And at the end, it was an old man from the royal family holding a jade box in both hands, approaching the high platform step by step, with an unusually solemn expression.

The jade box was opened, and inside was a palm-sized ancient stone tripod.

And when he saw this tripod, Chen Yuan suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing feeling in his heart. He didn't know where it came from, but it just felt very special.

Could it be ambition?

In fact, Chen Yuan has also heard about the origin of this stone tripod.

Others don't know because this is a secret, but Chen Yuan heard Chu Changfeng mention it yesterday, saying that this thing... is very likely to be a treasure for the imperial court to suppress the national destiny.

According to legend, there are nine tripods in total, and they are rare treasures refined by the ancient human emperor Wu after he established the tripod. After thousands of years, most of them have been lost.

Only Chu Taizu found one.

After the Sima royal family usurped the throne, they inherited this treasure tripod, which symbolizes orthodoxy.

However, it is only a possibility. If it is really a treasure to suppress the fate of the country, how can it be taken out at will?

I'm really not afraid of being robbed, are I?

And in Chu Changfeng's mouth, Chen Yuan also heard a sentence about the origin between the Chu Taizu and a tripod. According to historical records, the Taizu was brave and unparalleled through the ages, and he was able to lift a tripod.

I don't know if it is this one.

But after thinking about it, he quickly dismissed the idea.

This cauldron is no more than the size of a palm, and it can be picked up by the royal family members. How could it be the rumored divine cauldron?

Does this not mean that anyone can lift it up?

As for this one, Chen Yuan thought it should be just a symbol.

After all, tripods have been heavy weapons since ancient times.

The ancient stone tripod was respectfully placed on the altar by the elders of the royal family.

Then, quickly pushed away.

A great Confucianist with white beard and hair strode forward in an official robe, stood on one side, and said in a concentrated voice:

"Ancestor Worship Ceremony, please!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone around immediately looked serious.

After the old man finished speaking, he began to read the sacrificial oration.

It's cumbersome and convoluted.

However, Chen Yuan understood the general meaning. It was almost the words that Jingtai inherited the ambition of his ancestors, worked hard to govern, the people lived and worked in peace, and the Jin Dynasty would last forever.

By the way, I would like to ask the ancestors of the past generations to bless...

But this is just listening, even the Martial Emperor, the pioneer of martial arts, could not make the dynasty last forever, and even the Chu Taizu, who came out once every thousand years, could only make the former Chu last for 800 years.

A mere Dajin, what can He De do?

Jingtai is a mere area, what can He De do?

One must know that the current imperial court is facing internal and external troubles, and the situation has already begun to show signs of decline. How many of the powers in the rivers and lakes of other state capitals outside of Zhongzhou regard the imperial court as a target of awe?

This point is clearest to Chen Yuan, who has gradually come to the present from Weimo.

Otherwise, ambition will not breed.

It was the ambition that made him see hope, and then burst forth.