Buddhist son [Quick Transmigration]

"How's the situation? Your Highness didn't notice it?!"

Seeing the person coming back, Qi Anyan immediately leaned over and asked eagerly in a low voice.

Zhai Yitian, who just got into the Qi family's carriage, put down the curtain, and the first thing he did after taking a breath was to tidy up his clothes: "What's the rush! Don't worry about me doing something?"

The corners of Qi Anyan's eyes twitched: It's because you are doing the work that he is worried.

"Did it succeed?" Qi Anyan urged.

"Of course it worked!"

Zhai Yitian is full of confidence.

"What kind of acting skills are your Majesty and Qi Xiang? Your Highness has no doubts at all. Not only did he not ask about the origin of the crown suit, he also did not ask why he was the last incense burner. He left after reading Qi Xiang's brochure."

As for why this arrangement is made, of course they are learned!

But Dasheng etiquette is complicated, and Zhai Yitian dares to say that, except for an old scholar like him who has a long-term memory and has been studying royal etiquette all his life, other people don't know about it at all.

He admitted that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is as deep as an abyss, but the other party definitely doesn't know the knowledge that can almost be classified as dross.

Even those old pedants of the royal family had to look through the books for a long time before they were sure.

In short, at this point, Zhuangyuanlang is still extremely confident.

Hearing that Zhai Yitian was so sure, Qi Anyan also beamed with joy, and said: "Father's proposal to divert attention is really useful. Your Highness is probably still wondering why he was asked to go up the last process?"

Zhai Yitian finished taking pictures of the clothes, and replied: "Our plan is flawless."

Qi Anyan asked again: "By the way, have Yin Tianshu and General Yan made contact?"

Zhai Yitian gestured.

"They've arrived early."

"This action is really fast! It looks more active than us." Qi Anyan said with emotion, "Then next..."

"Hey Hey……"

The two looked at each other and smiled, the smile was 'evil'.

They were going to surprise His Highness the Prince.

……

the other side.

Chen Mo returned to his carriage with a black lacquered box.

Just as the motorcade stopped for repairs, the Ninth Prince, who was bored in the carriage, got out of the carriage and waited by the way.

The Ninth Prince, who was a little bored waiting, looked up and saw Chen Mo, who had a particularly eye-catching temperament in his eyes, who was different from others, and greeted him with a lovely smile.

"Brother Huang~"

Seeing the faint smile on Chen Mo's face, just as he was about to ask, "What is Father and Brother looking for?", a shadow came over him.

Not only blocked his line of sight, but also robbed his lines.

"Brother Huang, the emperor just summoned him to explain the ceremony of enshrining Zen?"

Standing beside the carriage, Chen Mo nodded slightly to King Qi. The pure white horse that was driving came over and sniffed a few times. Chen Mo raised his hand and touched him: "It's just a little etiquette."

"What are you doing here?"

The Ninth Prince gave King Qi a dissatisfied look.

He has no brotherhood with King Qi.

It would be better to say that he hated King Qi since he was a child, and even without the words of Concubine Fu that day, he didn't like people like King Qi, his jaw went up to the sky.

"My brother heard that the emperor's brother would get dizzy when riding in a car, so I specially brought some incense to make me feel better."

The older King Qi didn't care about his younger brother, and calmly stated his purpose.

Chen Mo smiled. Although the previous rumors about how good King Qi was was deliberately guided by Concubine Fu, the compliments from the courtiers were not fake. King Qi is indeed calm and moderate, more mature than the flowers in modern ivory towers I don't know how many times.

"Thank you for your hard work, second brother, let's put it in together with this."

The officers and soldiers driving next to them took the things from the hands of the two Highnesses very respectfully, and put them into the compartment in the carriage.

The Ninth Prince curiously followed the black lacquer box that the soldiers put in: "Brother Huang, what's in that box?"

"Is it court clothes?" King Qi looked at Chen Mo calmly.

The Ninth Prince held his breath secretly: ... What does this have to do with you?Why are you always interrupting? !

"You said that it is a court dress, is it a court dress?"

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, and patted the head of the Ninth Prince who was facing his elder brother, reminding him to be polite: "It is indeed a court dress."

There was a smug look in King Qi's eyes, and he squinted at his silly brother with disdain.

Not even competing for favor.

"Keep on—"

"Keep on—"

The distant orders came step by step, gradually becoming clear and audible.

The generals at the front, rear, left, and right all got on their horses one after another, ready to move forward, and the soldiers driving the chariot also came over and looked at the three of them respectfully: "Your Highness, please get in the chariot."

King Qi got into Chen Mo's carriage without seeing the outside world.

"Brother Huang doesn't mind my younger brother occupying a seat."

Of course Chen Mo didn't mind: "You can sit however you want, this carriage is spacious anyway."

As a prince, his regulation is second only to that of the emperor, let alone three people, even if there are three more, he won't feel crowded.

But the Ninth Prince was very upset, it should be only him and the emperor brother!

King Qi pretended he hadn't seen it, and introduced the gift he had just given to Chen Mo: "This incense is produced in Cangzhou, where the sandalwood has a long history. Because of the complicated process, the output is scarce, and even the annual tribute is often not enough. I think, the empress is from Cangzhou, the emperor might like it."

As for the difficulty of tossing and turning, King Qi didn't say a word.

As the aloof king of Qi, his servants usually prepare gifts for him, and he rarely asks, but this time he prepared them himself.

And the reason why he gave sandalwood was because when he went to Sanssouci Palace last time, he saw the incense burning in Chen Mo's gazebo, and the green pine, lotus pond, and guqin beside him, which really matched the emperor's brother so well that he When thinking about gifts, I can't help but think of sandalwood.

Sandalwood from Cangzhou?

Chen Mo looked at the compartment curiously, but because he was on the way, he didn't open it, and thanked the sincere King Qi: "Second brother has a heart, and I will try it when I get to the place."

King Qi returned with a dignified smile.

The Ninth Prince was anxious, why he forgot to prepare a gift for his brother, and secretly scolded King Qi for doing such small tricks, but his face was still indifferent.

He snorted coldly at King Qi, then hesitated, took out a bag of snacks and desserts that he had kept for a long time from his pocket, and put them in Chen Mo's hands.

"Brother Huang, eat!"

Chen Mo lowered his eyes to look at the sugar bag that was still holding the warmth in his hand. Inside it was what he had given to the Ninth Prince. He probably put it in secretly. The bag was not bright, it was made of the most common patterned fabric Yes, even a little old.

He didn't politely refuse, because he knew that the child would be sad instead.

He reached in, took a candied date, and put it in his mouth: "Well, it's very sweet."

Then he returned the sugar bag of the Ninth Prince's treasure.

King Qi's eyes flickered at the side, and his eyes turned around the bag several times.

The Ninth Prince noticed it and put the bag away: "What are you looking at? I won't give it to you!"

"...Whoever wants to eat such childish things, I just think that bag looks familiar." King Qi gave him a sideways look.

The Ninth Prince turned sideways and muttered in a very low voice: "..."

Chen Mo has good ears, and when he heard it, he turned his head in surprise: "You said that the second brother made it for you?"

"I didn't say that!" The Ninth Prince was furious on the spot, "I don't want his stuff!"

King Qi was also very disgusted, with a bit of helplessness on his elegant face: "I said, can you have a bit of self-cultivation as a prince, the manners of the royal family really can't be found in you at all."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Seeing this, Chen Mo had no choice but to raise his hand to coax one of them: "Don't quarrel."

He always had the illusion that he had not raised two younger brothers, but two pets.

Also, one is a cat and the other is a dog.

This cat and dog are at odds.

"By the way, you and Yan Yao..." Chen Mo finally remembered that he needed to care about his younger brother's love.

"Cough cough cough cough! Brother emperor, this, this is not important."

King Qi bowed his head in embarrassment and shyness and coughed dryly, then restrained his expression, forcibly changed the subject, and said solemnly to Chen Mo: "Brother, did Langzhong Qi look for you just now?"

cousin?

Chen Mo shook his head: "Not really."

He came back with Zhuangyuan Lang, and did not see Qi Anyan.

"Brother Huang, you should pay attention. I saw him talking to a foreigner before. They might be planning something." King Qi reminded.

Gentiles?

Was Yin Tianshu also involved?

Chen Mo propped his elbow on the edge of the window silently, resting his chin with one hand, he didn't want to say a word: "..."

What else could it be planning?

Their eyes were so obvious, how could he not see it.

Although he can be either a prince or an emperor, just like the ninth prince who likes desserts has a preference for pastries, he also has them.

Isn't his Sansou Palace better than Zichen Palace?

Moreover, he had an inexplicable premonition.

Chen Mo's eyes were dim.

——It seems that he will not stay in this world for long.

His sixth sense never fails.

……but why?

This is the first time that he knew the result in advance, but he couldn't figure out the process in the middle.

The car drove smoothly to its destination.

……

The Fengchan Grand Ceremony went smoothly.

"bye--"

Qi Xiangshi, who held a sword according to the etiquette of ancient books, stood on one side and shouted loudly.

Everyone bowed down slowly.

Qing Yuze stood on the top, and Chen Mo stood on the second step.

The two of them naturally don't need to pray.

The sun is shining above the head, the white clouds are long, surrounded by mountains, the birds are extinct, and the black flags are fluttering in all corners. The most powerful and mighty teacher in the world stands under the flag, and there is a black mass below him. courtiers.

The wide scene suddenly came into view, which made Chen Mo feel a little complicated.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized it.

This is an era.

A time different from his own, but very real.

Everyone here has their desires, what they want to do, and what they want to do but can't.

What is true and what is false?

What is real and what is fake?

Chen Mo fixedly watched this scene.

a long time.

Qi Xiang's voice came: "His Royal Highness."

Chen Mo, who came back to his senses, turned around and looked at Qi Xiang, who was still full of elegant bookishness even though he was wearing a long sword on his waist.

"Please come up and offer incense." Qi Xiang reminded.

Qing Yuze, who had finished reading the previous procedure, came down from the high platform to pay respects to the ancestors of heaven and earth.

"Father?"

Chen Mo watched in bewilderment as the other party walked over and walked to his side.

"Follow me up." Qing Yuze held out his hand to him.

The emperor came to pick him up in person, and he couldn't possibly refuse.

So, Chen Mo passed his hand up.

The black sleeves of the two overlapped, and with the breeze blowing, the sleeves fluttered, and the similar dragon-shaped embroidery on them seemed to communicate with each other.

Standing in front of the blue tripod, Chen Mo took the incense stick from Qi Xiang.

He didn't see it, and the courtiers below were full of surprise.

Although they have never participated in Fengchan, they have always read ancient books.

This last stick of incense should be respected by the emperor, right?

Old Shangshu Yan, who was standing in the front row, could see clearly, stroked his beard and said, "Let the crown prince offer the last stick of incense... The implication is too obvious."

Fu Suan squinted at someone behind him: "Didn't that kid from Qi Xiang's family instigate it?"

He is still prejudiced against the Qi family.

"Oh, that's not necessarily true."

Old Shangshu Yan's pupils reflected the scene of Qing Yuze quietly watching Chen Mo salute to heaven and earth.

Their majesty looks very happy!

Looking at the prince in black court clothes on the high platform, Qi Anyan and Zhai Yitian looked up at the sun and at the surrounding environment.

The two looked at each other quietly and waited quietly.

Chen Mo, who never let himself be rude, finished the ceremony meticulously.

After saluting, he just inserted the incense stick in his hand, and when he was about to turn around, Qing Yuze who was standing behind him suddenly made a sound.

"Everyone obey orders, thanks—"

Qi Xiang, who was holding the sword, sharpened his eyes, drew his sword immediately, and ordered the troops.

"Shh-"

Seeing the silver-white long sword raised high, the still black flags all around suddenly raised high.

The Forbidden Army, who stood tall and upright like a pillar when the courtiers saluted before, directly pushed the Jinshan upside down jade pillar and knelt down on one knee.

At the same time, dragon flags suddenly flew in three directions.

Three armies that had been buried in unknown places appeared inexplicably as if they had been lifted from their invisibility before, pouring into the flat Fengchan ceremony like sea water.

"Dingbei Army, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

General Yan led the Xuanjia iron cavalry of Dingbei Army to get off their horses, and ordered them to stop with clangs.

"Zhennan Army, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

This is also an elite division that will not lose to the Northern Army, and it is marching in formation.

"Allied Forces, Greet Your Majesty!"

No one expected to see so many foreigners on this occasion, and they seemed more fanatical than Dasheng's soldiers.

Three parties shouted.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live—"