Remnant King and Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Fenghuang kept moving forward until Xuanmei's temples appeared one after another on the mountain in front of him, Xiyue's eyes suddenly lit up.

Suddenly,

He reached out and stroked his forehead, how could he forget it.

There are three temples here, one is tomorrow's, but when the prince messed around, it was smashed by the people, and I don't know if it is still there. One is my own, and I don't know if the incense is full, but I should know if I think about it. If no one goes to worship, the one belongs to the Seventh Prince.

The phoenix flew straight towards the temple of the Seventh Prince, and stopped in front of the courtyard in front of the temple.

The two camellias were in full bloom, very red, very beautiful, the temple was full of incense, and the common people came in and out - still muttering, asking the emperor to bless them...

Xiyue and Moqin stood in front of the courtyard, looking at this small but very exquisite temple, feeling very comforted.

Since the Seventh Prince ascended the throne as the emperor, the incense here has been very prosperous. The common people don't ask for anything else, but only hope that the emperor can be diligent in governing and loving the people, so that the Jinyao Dynasty can be prosperous.

The two walked into the temple slowly, and a sense of solemnity and solemnity came over them. The sandalwood was light and light, which made people smell very comfortable.

All the Buddhist tools here are new, and many people are kneeling in front of his tall and handsome Buddha statue, begging silently.

Xiyue silently took the incense in Mo Qin's hand, knelt in front of Xuan Jing's Buddha statue, and bowed three times——

……

"Xuan Jing, after receiving the incense, you will definitely be resurrected soon."

Slowly closing her eyes, Xiyue whispered in her heart, when she opened her eyes and was about to stand up, she heard hurried and heavy footsteps behind her.

And it's a lot.

Handing the incense to the monk in charge of the temple, Xiyue, like everyone else, turned and looked towards the door.

But seeing that dozens of officials from the court led up and down, they rushed into the temple together, and before entering the door, they all burst into tears——

"emperor……"

"Our emperor..."

"Your Majesty, has your immortal soul returned? Your Majesty, the Jinyao Dynasty cannot live without you, Your Majesty..."

……

The entire court hall, big and small, was kneeling, and people kneeled outside the temple. People who didn't know the truth, listening to and watching all of this, were dumbstruck, as if they were stupid. Suddenly, they didn't know who was there. There was a cry in the middle.

"The emperor died in battle."

For a while, the people also knelt down and cried.

The sadness of the people and the officials in the court is real, and they are really sad for such an emperor.

Looking at all this, Xiyue and Moqin felt better in their hearts. In this way, Xuanjing is still very popular, and the people shed sincere tears for him.

He lowered his head and let out a long sigh, but when he blinked, he found that the light of the tightly closed fist gradually flickered.

Startled,

Xiyue hurriedly stood up, raised her hand, and looked at the fist.

Mo Qin raised his eyes and looked at Xuan Jing's shining golden Buddha statue in front of him. His heart moved, and he led Xiyue towards the Buddha statue.

While everyone was mourning, they all forgot to react when looking at these two graceful figures who looked like immortals——

I don't know how long it took,

Until Xiyue realized that the closer she got to his elephant, the clearer her fists became, and a deep voice behind her shouted——

"May I ask you two, who are you, and why are you so close to our emperor?"