Near Zhanghuatai is the Bell and Drum Tower. The bells in the early morning wake up everyone who is asleep. The fragrance in the incense burner has long burned out, and the sunlight penetrates through the carvings on the door, and the tiny dust jumps lightly in the beam.

Chen Ziqi opened his eyes and touched his chest.

"Chee?" The furry and soft little chicken was still sleeping soundly on her chest. She was rubbed through her clothes and hummed in dissatisfaction;.

The chicken is still there!

"Cruff--" The heavy carved wooden door was pushed open, and strong light surged in.

Chen Ziqi narrowed his eyes and saw a group of people walking in the backlight, headed by Emperor Zhenglong.

"Your Majesty, check the God's Choice, and you should do it..." The national master followed the emperor, and seemed to suppress something in his words.

"This is a big deal, so I naturally have to come and watch the ceremony." The emperor ignored the dissuasion of the national master and strode into the hall. Behind him, a team of Jinwu Guards were followed.

The princes all woke up and stood up one after another. Chen Ziqi looked up and looked at those who were wearing brocade clothes and embroidered gold leaves, with snakeskin and cloud-patterned swords. These were the rumored Jinwu Guards. They were all martial arts masters, and they were the emperor's ceremonial officials on the surface, but in fact they were the emperor's personal guards.

Di Yeqing, who had not seen him for many days, was one of them. He was standing closest to the emperor at this moment, holding the handle of the knife with his hands and not looking sideways.

"Your Majesty, if you let the Jinwu Guard come in, it will disturb the gods." The national master stood in the middle of the hall with a cold face. He did not wear the floor-dragging robe anymore, and changed into a dress that had just hung to the ground. He wore a silver hair crown on his head, and nine pearls the size of soybeans on the front, supported by twisted silver, spread out like a small fan, which was very unique.

It was only today that Chen Ziqi saw the appearance of the national master clearly. He was about twenty years old, with a tall and handsome body, a brilliant temperament, a handsome face, a cold and fair face, and was not as good as the world. But at this moment, he was a little angry.

Not only the emperor's Jinwu Guard, but also several important officials in the court also walked in. A maid held the prince's jade belt and a piece of apricot-yellow embroidered golden dragon, waiting aside.

Danyi popped out of her clothes, looked at the surroundings, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"National Master," Emperor Zhenglong smiled and greeted the national master, pinching his wrist slightly, indicating that, "You can start."

"Princes, please check if the cherry in your mouth is still there." The national master glanced at the emperor, pulled back his hand vigorously, and glanced over the princes. When he saw Chen Ziqi, his eyes suddenly stopped.

On the sky-blue collar, there is a furry and red bird's head, which is very conspicuous.

"My is gone!" The eldest prince immediately spoke out and looked panicked.

"It seems that the eldest son of the emperor is the crown prince whom the gods are willing to do." A court official said.

"The eldest prince is both virtuous and capable, so he will naturally be favored by the gods." Others followed suit.

The crown prince chosen by the gods? In other words, the person without cherries is the candidate of the prince!

Chen Ziqi's heart skipped a beat, looked down at the small fur ball in his clothes, and then looked at the national master standing in front of the statue. The national master also happened to see it, and the two of them had a collision in the air.

The national teacher shook his head in vain.

"This cherry may not have been swallowed by himself when the eldest prince fell asleep," the third prince sneered and chewed his cherry. "Why don't the national master see if there is another prince's cherry missing."

The candidate for the prince is the result of the balance between the Sword Alliance and the Qi Sect, and it has been a certain number. However, the third prince has always been disgusted with the eldest prince and wants to make things difficult for him.

The princes spit out the cherries and put them in their palms again.

"My cherry is gone." Amu raised his hand foolishly.

Everyone's eyes turned to Amu, and Jinwu Guard immediately stepped forward to check. The national teacher who was supposed to go to check was left aside.

Jinwuwei checked Amu's mouth and reported, "Your Majesty, there is cherry residue in the eleventh prince's mouth, so he must have swallowed the reads himself."

"Xiao Qi's is gone." The third prince whispered.

Jinwugu immediately walked over, and his thick-soled shoes stepped on the hard ground of Zhanghua Hall, making a clear clicking sound, echoing in the hall where the needles could be heard. Chen Ziqi glanced at the snake-skin cloud-patterned knife in Jinwugu's hand, and felt his neck was chilly.

"Maybe it was because I was sleeping too well and I accidentally ate it." Chen Ziqi squatted down and picked up the cherry pits that the little red bird threw on the ground last night, and let them for everyone to see.

Emperor Zhenglong was very satisfied with the result and said loudly: "The god's intention is clear, and there is no need to discuss it again. I will pass on my will and confer the eldest son of the emperor, Chen Ziyuan as the crown prince from now on, and choose an auspicious day to perform the additional title."

The maid next to him immediately walked forward with her clothes and put on the eldest prince's apricot-yellow prince's clothes. The eldest prince was proud and knelt down to thank him.

The size of the clothes was exactly what the sixteen-year-old prince wore.

The little red bird grabbed Chen Ziqi's clothes with his claws and exploded with fur.

The national master said nothing, knelt down in front of the statue of the god, closed his eyes and recited, without any intention of blessing the new prince, but seemed to be apologizing from the god.

The court officials looked at each other and stopped talking, leaving Zhanghuatai with the princes.

"National Master, who is the prince chosen by God?" Everyone left, leaving only Emperor Zhenglong and the National Master. The emperor waited for half an hour, but he didn't see the National Master open his eyes, so he couldn't help asking.

"Who the God has chosen has no meaning to the emperor, so why ask more questions?" The national master opened his eyes, looked up at the statue of the phoenix god spreading his wings and was about to fly, and said in a cold tone.

"I just want to know what is the difference between the chosen prince of the gods?" Emperor Zhenglong reached out and touched the pattern on the body of the Qinglong statue.

"It is not good for the country to go against the will of heaven," the national teacher did not intend to answer him, but just warned coldly, "I hope the emperor will do it myself."

"You're good at it? Haha, go and ask those ministers, who is convinced by the princes chosen by offering cherries?" Emperor Zhenglong sneered, "From the generation of my grandfather, no one can practice the Dragon Roaring Magical Art anymore! The gods have long left the royal family, and the great families are the foundation of the country!"

The national master stood up and looked at the emperor quietly, with pity in his eyes.

"What do you mean to look at me like this?" Emperor Zhenglong felt a little guilty when he was seen by the national master.

The national master withdrew his gaze, poured the incense ash from the incense burner into a piece of silk cloth, and threw away his sleeves without saying a word.

Because Amu also ate the cherries, Chen Ziqi was not so conspicuous, and no one pursued this matter again after that, so he returned to Qingyun Palace safely with his chick in his arms.

Danyi was still furious and walked around the table with her two little claws.

Chen Ziqi lay on the table and stared at the little chicken. The national master obviously knew the existence of this guy. If he understood correctly, the national master shook his head this morning, saying that he would not speak out. Although he was not very clear about the various things, Chen Ziqi subconsciously felt that if he said that the little red bird had eaten his cherry, the snakeskin dragon pattern knife would immediately take his life.

"You are the god the national master mentioned?" Chen Ziqi stretched out a white and tender hand

Pointed the chick's butt.

When the little red bird heard this, he stopped and raised his little head proudly.

"The God of Protecting the Country is actually a chicken?" Chen Ziqi poked again in disbelief.

"Pu" Danyi fell on the table, flapping her wings in an atmosphere, saying that she was a god, why did she say that she was a chicken?

Chen Ziqi held the fallen little red bird into his palm, and his movements were unprecedentedly gentle: "The gods actually grew into chickens. If they were breeding chickens, wouldn't they give birth to thousands of divine chickens?"

Danyi looked at Chen Ziqi with her eyes drooping, not wanting to talk to him reads;.

"I'm rich!" Chen Ziqi lay on the bed with the chicken in her arms and rolled up. She kissed the chicken's furry head, and kissed the two little feathers. "Hahahaha, I'm the one chosen by God!"

"Boom!" The light red fluff immediately turned bright red. Danyi raised her small wings and rubbed her head, straightening the two falling hairs.

"I won't call you up to heaven in the future, I will call you a divine chicken!"

"Thirt!"

"Divine Chicken, will you make tricks?"

"Chirp!"

"What will you become? Try to become ten thousand taels of gold?"

“…”

"Nothing can be done, what's different from other chickens? Do you grow slowly?"

...

Chen Ziqi was immersed in the excitement of getting a sacred chicken and couldn't extricate himself. He had no feelings about the position of prince that he had not obtained. After all, half a month ago, he was still a country boy who was eating braised vegetables, and living well was the most important thing.

The tiring sacrifice to heaven was that the princes were given a day off for the princes. Chen Ziqi and Xiaohongniao played in the garden of Qingyun Palace for a day.

Due to the needs of the Midsummer Month Festival, many cherries were offered to the various places. After the sacrifice, the remaining cherries could be eaten at will. In the afternoon, Emperor Zhenglong suddenly had a whim to come to Qingyun Palace to see Chang'e and gave her a large basket of cherries.

The next day when I went to Chunxi Palace, Chen Ziqi grabbed the little red bird that was still sleeping and put it in his arms. He grabbed another handful of cherries for Fuxi to put it on, so that he could "sacrifice" at any time. The little red bird seemed to like eating cherries very much. Yesterday, Fuxi washed a large plate and basically entered its stomach. I don't know how the small body contained so much cherry meat.

The eldest prince is already the appointed prince, and the atmosphere in the entire Chunxi Palace is different from before.

The princes went up to congratulate.

The third prince did not step forward, stood beside the second prince, and looked coldly, "What's the point of being proud of? I really think he was the one who chose him with both talent and virtue? In terms of essay skills and martial arts, how can he be as good as you?"

As the prince born in the empress, the second prince is more identifiable, but the son of the imperial concubine took the position of crown prince.

The second prince smiled faintly: "This is the result of the game between the Sword Alliance and the Qi Sect. If he had not decided to be the prince, I would not have learned swordsmanship, so be content."

People in the royal family can only practice the Dragon Roaring Technique, and no other skills are allowed to practice. The second prince can practice the sword technique of the Sword Alliance, and he is also given the position of the crown prince. Today, martial arts is the most respected, and the so-called peerless magical skills of the royal family have been practiced for three generations, and it is still unknown who will die in the future.

The prince was surrounded by a group of people and was very proud. He turned around and saw Chen Ziqi and Amu standing aside. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Xiaoqi, I heard that my father gave you a big basket of cherries. Do you know that you like to steal cherries?"

At that time, the two boys had no cherries, and they were deliberately unhappy for him. How long has it been since they entered the palace? Could it be that they have become the second prince?

Chen Ziqi was suddenly named and was startled. He looked up at the prince and saw the malice in his eyes.

"Hmph, I don't even look at my origin, and I dare to eat cherries. Can you eat this cherry?" The fourth prince immediately followed, meaning that only the noble prince is worthy of eating this cherry.

Chen Ziqi blinked and said innocently: "I didn't eat it, I've all fed the chickens."
Chapter completed!