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Chapter 293 The lamp that doesn't light up

Longyuan Temple is a royal temple.

On New Year's Eve, all members of the royal family will go to the ancestral mausoleum to offer sacrifices early in the morning, and then go to Longyuan Temple to pray for blessings and offer incense.

But when the emperor was lighting lamps for all his ancestors, a strange accident occurred.

He could light all the other lamps in front of the ancestor's tablets, but the lamp in front of the emperor's tablet could not be lit at all.

Even if I ordered someone to replace two lamps, it wouldn't work.

This was something that had never happened before. On the other hand, the abbot of the temple looked panicked, silently reciting scriptures with his head slightly lowered, and quickly turning his fingers on the rosary beads.

The royal family members and clan members all looked at this scene. Some people pursed their lips in mockery, some people widened their eyes curiously, and some people raised the corners of their mouths calmly.

The injuries on King Song and Yuan's face are no longer serious, but you can still see the black and blue areas, as well as some scabs that have broken skin and have not yet healed.

He glanced at each other with the eldest princes beside him, Prince Xiu Xiao Yanjie and Prince Qi'an Xiao Yanzhe, and then winked in the direction of the emperor, who was already stunned on the spot in embarrassment.

The three of them wanted to go over and comfort the emperor, who was extremely flustered and had nothing to do.

King Yi was sitting in a wheelchair, but he looked indifferent. When he saw the three people taking a step forward, a trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes.

King Xiu did not forget him. When King Song Yuan and King Qi'an came forward, he had already turned behind King Yi and wanted to push him to go with them.

Although he exerted all his strength, the wheelchair did not move. When he looked sideways, he saw that King Yi's hands were holding the wheels tightly, and he looked back at him, shaking his head slightly at him.

He immediately understood that he should not pour into this troubled water, as it might not lead to good results.

Although King Xiu is the eldest prince, he is a concubine, and his mother is a pure concubine. And because King Xiu has always been honest and uncontested, and his qualifications are somewhat mediocre, he has never been taken seriously by the emperor. It is also important for him to be a prince safely.

His lifelong wish is to ask for nothing.

Among these princes, he can be regarded as the most inconspicuous one. King Song Yuan and King Qi An never took him to play with him. They would only think of him when they let him take the blame together. This kind of loss,

He suffered a lot, but fortunately his mediocre qualifications saved him. No matter what major event, the emperor would not think that he had the ability to participate.

It was the same this time. It seemed that it was Brother Yi who saved him this time.

He understandingly stretched out his hand and patted King Yi's shoulder, and also covered him with the blanket on his legs very considerately. In the eyes of others, they looked like brothers and sisters.

King Song and Yuan and King Qi'an stood beside the emperor. King Song and Yuan whispered to the emperor in a very "considerate" voice: "Father, why don't you let your son come."

King Qi'an also spoke up and said, "Father must be tired. Let's ask my brother to light the lamp. Maybe it will light up. Then Father can light the incense again."

But there is undoubtedly an element of transgression in this operation, and this is a procedure that is not allowed by the ancestral system.

Other members of the Imperial Sect craned their necks to watch. As long as the Emperor agreed, they would have something to say.

The emperor suddenly turned his head and stared at King Song and Yuan with sharp eyes: "You can light the lamp that I can't even light?"

The King of Song and Yuan Dynasty immediately knelt there knowingly: "Father, please calm down. I just want to share my father's worries with you. I have no other intention."

When King Qi'an saw it, he saw the wind and the rudder, and he knelt down and said: "Father, please don't be angry, the emperor really just wants to share the worries for the father... I hope the father will learn from it!"

The emperor glanced left and right at the two men kneeling on both sides, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up coldly.

"Everyone, stand down!" The emperor said in a majestic voice.

He picked up the fire stick again and went to light the lamp, but no matter how he lit it, the lamp would not burn.

The emperor was extremely frightened in his heart. He was afraid that the royal family members behind him would see some clues. He was also secretly cursing the late emperor on the tablet in his heart: Even if he dies, he will not let me live in peace, but now he who is sitting on the throne of the world

But it’s me, what can you do to me?

Several young monks came in from outside the hall holding lamps, and stood in front of the host, asking him to check the condition of the lamps.

After the host looked at them one by one, he also frowned in confusion. There was no problem at all. Why were all the other lamps lit, but the lamp of the late Emperor could not be lit? What was the strange thing here?

The host couldn't help but think of a way. While reciting the scriptures, he picked up a candle and lit all the lamps in the hands of the young novices. Then, he asked them to send the lighted lamps to others.

When I passed by, there were six lamps in total, and I changed all the lamps placed in front of the memorial tablets in the front row.

It can be regarded as lighting up the lamp of the late emperor.

Regarding this move, the emperor was still very satisfied with the contingency method of the presiding officer. He turned around and walked back with a calm face, and then knelt there respectfully, leading all the members of the imperial sect to kneel down together.

He didn't want to stay here at all, so after praying, he immediately got up and left.

Just after everyone walked out of the hall, the lamp in front of the late emperor's tablet went out again with a "pop" sound.

This shocked the few novice monks walking at the end. After looking at each other, they hurriedly walked out of the hall and closed the door.

The emperor glanced sideways at the host and the lamp he held in his hand: "Give it to the imperial guard. I want to know what's going on."

The host trembled in his heart, but he could only obey and put the lamp in his hand into the hands of the guard who came to take it.

At this time, in the main hall, there was another young monk standing in front of the late emperor's tablet. He was holding a wet cloth and carefully wiping the tablet.

After leaving Ryuenji Temple, the emperor boarded the carriage and looked at the imperial officials standing behind him.

"I will meet you on the first day of the Lunar New Year and wait for your arrival in the palace. The new year has begun, and the Holy Qin Dynasty will surely have peace and prosperity."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" everyone said in unison.

The emperor entered the carriage with great satisfaction and watched him leave under the escort of the royal guards.

Just as King Yi was about to be carried into the carriage, he was stopped by King Xiu: "Brother King Yi, why not spend this year with brother Wei? Brother Wei's mansion is also lively."

King Yi smiled slightly at him: "Brother, you are too worried. I have already agreed with the little emperor's uncle that I will celebrate the New Year at Prince Chen's Mansion, and I will definitely go to Brother Huang's Mansion to pay New Year's greetings afterwards. Brother, please don't forget to prepare your pressure."

Give the annual red envelope to my brother."

King Xiu was stunned for a moment and then smiled again: "It must be so."

Xiao Muting opened the curtain and got into the carriage. His expressionless face was immediately replaced by a doting smile, and he reached out to hold the hand of Su Han, who was smiling sweetly at him.

"Can we go home?" Su Han held his arm.

"Yes, go home for the New Year." Xiao Muting tapped the tip of her nose.

King Song Yuan and King Qi'an watched Xiao Muting and King Yi's carriage leave, and then they each thought thoughtfully and turned around to get on the carriage.

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