In the middle of the night, Yuan Zhen put on black night clothes and sneaked to King Jin's study.
At this time, there was no one in the study room, he looked around, and after finding no one, he quickly walked to the door of the room.
Seeing that the door of the study room was locked, he took out a wire that he had prepared earlier from his sleeve, and inserted the wire into the lock hole.
Just listen to "click", and the lock will be opened!
He quickly hung the lock on the door, gently pushed the door open, and sneaked into the study.
As soon as he entered the study, he closed the door first, lit a torch, lit the candles in the study, and then walked to the place where Qingsong put the sacrificial rites.
Walking to the brocade box, he quickly opened the brocade box and took out the sacrificial oration inside.
He walked to the desk and sat down, and after roughly scanning the sacrificial text by candlelight, he nodded. This Mo Yan's literary talent is really good.
In this sacrificial text, Mo Yan praised the first emperor with extremely gorgeous words. If the king of Jin read it in public, there would be no problem at all.
If he imitated Mo Yan's words, copied this sacrificial oration, and added a few words in the middle, it would be a good show!
Thinking of this, he quickly drew up a pen and began to imitate this sacrificial oration.
He Yuanzhen has no other specialties, it is still possible to imitate a few words.
Soon, he imitated Mo Yan's handwriting, copied the sacrificial text again, and added a few words in the middle, then put the sacrificial text into the brocade box, and put the brocade box back to its original position.
With Jin Wang's literary talent, when he read it, he would never find that there were a few words in the sacrificial text that shouldn't have been added.
As for the old sacrificial oration, it had already been reduced to ashes on the candle lamp.
After finishing all this, he blew out the candle lamp and left the study quickly-
Early the next morning, King Jin got up early, dressed, and took Yuan Zhen into the palace.
In the morning, all relatives of the emperor, civil and military officials, etc. came to the Taimiao to prepare to worship the late emperor.
Chu Xuanchen, Yun Ruoyue, Princess Chang, and Qishao Su also came to the Taimiao early.
All of them were dressed in elegant clothes and waited for the arrival of the emperor and empress in front of the Taimiao.
At this time, the sky was very gloomy, and there was a strong sense of sadness around the Taimiao.
The outside of the Ancestral Temple is covered with black prayer flags, and incense paper candles are placed on the sacrificial table inside, and a lot of melon and fruit snacks are offered.
Everyone looked dignified, and some veterans were even more sad when they thought of the deceased emperor.
Chu Xuanchen wore a simple and elegant white robe, and stood in front of Emperor Qingyun's tablet with Yun Ruoyue.
Seeing the tablet, his eyes were deeply red, and his whole body was immersed in deep sorrow.
Seeing him so sad, Yun Ruoyue felt uncomfortable all over.
King Jin also stood beside Yuan Zhen, but King Jin was very pleased when he thought that he was about to read the sacrificial oration.
He finally wants to become the focus of everyone, enjoy the attention of everyone, and make the princes envious.
Thinking that he will show off later, he is very looking forward to it.
Everyone had a sad look on their faces, only Jin Wang was not only not sad, but had a smile on his lips, with a complacent look.
Seeing this, Yuan Zhen rushed over and whispered: "My lord, everyone is sad now, how can you laugh?"
When King Jin heard this, he put away his smile and said, "What's wrong, sir?"
Yuan Zhen said solemnly: "My lord, the occasion of worship should be solemn and serious, so as not to offend the ancestors. You must pay attention to your words and deeds. If the emperor sees you smiling, he will be angry. The emperor attaches great importance to brotherhood, and the prince still wants It's better to be a little sad." (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com