And who are those people in the painting?
The emperor looked solemn.
He picked up the incense, lit it, lifted his robe, and knelt on the cushion under the mural.
The emperor, revered by everyone, actually knelt down and worshipped the mural.
When the prince saw this, he did the same.
The prince stared at the painting in front of him, unable to speak for a long time.
"Father, where is this and who is the person in the painting?"
The prince didn't understand why his father brought him here alone today.
The emperor opened his mouth and said, "This is the secret of the Yufeng royal family."
The emperor's eyes were fixed on the goddess on the mural.
"Ten thousand years ago, the goddess single-handedly stopped the sky fire and rescued all living beings in the world. What is recorded on the mural is what happened that year."
Jun Yin was shocked.
He was also puzzled, "Father, Yufeng has been established for a hundred years, how did this mural pass down?"
The emperor said seriously: "Back then, my ancestor was born in a poor family and met a man by chance. The man's identity was mysterious. He helped my ancestor conquer the world. The only request he made was to help him guard the temple here."
"Unless it is absolutely necessary, the existence of this place must not be known to others." Therefore, only each emperor knew of the existence of this place.
The prince was stunned, "Father, do you believe this?"
"I didn't believe it back then." The emperor seemed nostalgic.
When the emperor was brought here by the late emperor, he was as shocked as the prince.
These things were like myths to him back then.
It was seriously inconsistent with the world he knew.
It’s like living in an ordinary world, and one day someone suddenly tells you that everything is fake and that there are gods in this world.
When Yufeng was in danger, natural disasters occurred one after another, so he did not believe in the existence of gods.
In his opinion, since gods exist, why would they have the heart to watch ordinary people in the world die?
Soon after he ascended the throne, he began to exclude the Imperial Observatory.
He even began to reject the existence of the Imperial Observatory, and secretly cursed the old bald man in the temple several times.
"Do you believe it?" the emperor asked back.
The prince's eyes lit up: "Of course I believe it!"
His life was saved by Yuan Xi, including the four emperor brothers
Now, the prince firmly believes in the stories of gods and ghosts.
But why didn't father bring him here earlier?
The emperor continued, "That person left a message when he left."
"What?" asked the prince.
The emperor looked at his son and said: "If one day the beast recognizes its master, you must protect its master."
The master of the divine beast?
That’s the Lantern Festival.
The prince's eyes moved back and forth between the faces of the goddess and his father on the mural.
"Father, what do you mean?"
The emperor shook his head and said, "The ancestor was just a messenger and didn't know the truth." And they were just guarding this place for that person.
"Well," the emperor patted the prince's shoulder with relief, "You can now take charge of things on your own, and I feel much more relaxed."
The emperor finally felt relieved.
I wonder if the late emperor felt relieved when he said this to him, just like he did.
"Father, is there any trace of the goddess after she saved the world?"
The emperor laughed and said, "Gods have their own destinations, why would they stay in the human world?"
The prince suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Father, do you believe it now?"
The emperor coughed unnaturally.
"Of course I believe it."
He had ridden a white tiger before, and if he still didn’t believe it, he would be letting down his ancestors’ teachings.
"Now that the divine beast has been born, it's time for the goddess to return to her position."
The prince was puzzled.
The emperor continued, "In three days, Shengjing will hold the Dawn Festival to worship the goddess. This matter will be left to you."
Prince: "Dawn Festival?"
"Father, when will we have such a festival in Yufeng?"
The emperor turned his head and said: "It has just been decided."
"......"
Jiang Mansion.
Jiang Yuanxi was scratching his head over a few homework assignments.
She thought that Confucius would beat her up and then let him go.
A few days passed, and today the old man suddenly remembered to ask her to make up her homework.
Jiang Yuanxi's whole world was about to collapse.
Since you were an adult before, why didn’t you bring your brain over?
Everything needs to be relearned.
Especially writing.
Jiang Yuanxi felt that he must have a good talk with the emperor today.
Let the Emperor punish that old man.
What's the old man's favorite thing?
I love to eat braised pork.
The old man will be punished by not being able to eat braised pork ever again.
At midnight, the emperor fell into a deep sleep.
A fine golden light illuminated the darkness and entered the emperor's mind.
The next morning, the emperor got up and held his forehead.
Cao Guang observed the emperor carefully, then said, "Your Majesty, would you like to ask the imperial physician to take a look?"
The emperor closed his eyes and waved his hands.
That's strange.
Last night he actually dreamed that Yuan Xi was holding his trouser legs and complaining to him.
What they said was, "Confucius was cruel and inhumane, bullying the weak..."
It was a huge mess, and it made his head hurt.
The emperor opened his eyes and asked, "What has Yuan Xi been doing recently?"
"The princess was punished by Confucius to copy homework yesterday. I heard that Confucius sent someone to deliver a homework half a person's height." Cao Cheng was fortunate enough to see the thickness of the homework and couldn't help but worry about the princess.
"I'm afraid the princess will have to write for half a month."
emperor:"......"
The truth is out.
The little girl couldn't defeat Confucius, so she went to him in her dream to complain.
If I don't take action, wouldn't it be a waste of the little girl's efforts?
"Go and ask the kitchen to remove Confucius' braised pork."
Cao Cheng was surprised.
Confucius was old, and his only hobby was to eat a bowl of braised pork every day.
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