Chapter 123 Who are you

Author: Red Dragon Shadow

Chapter 123 Who are you

On February 2nd, the dragon raised its head.

The ceremony of Xiao Luo's enthronement of the crown prince began slowly, and the sky-zi city was decorated with lights and people were crowded.

Envoys from various countries offered great gifts, and the people scrambled to see the crown prince who was said to be the reincarnation of a saint.

Emperor Ming got up from his sickbed, supported Xiao Luo with his hand, climbed to the city tower at the highest point of the imperial city, and declared the crown prince of the Northern Li to the world.

"The importance of the sacrificial style is to strengthen the ancestors and the ancestors. Once there is a Yuanliang, he will be loyal to all countries. King Shunwu Luo, whose craftsmanship is far away, his style is bright and his grand plan is long-lasting, and his beautiful career is prosperous. He is far away and far away, and his government and the country are looking forward to it. He should take a tripod and hold a guardian weapon. He is appointed as the crown prince and inform the world, and all the people will be informed of it."

At the same time, the East China Sea is thousands of miles away.

Xiao Han, Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianruo finally climbed Penglai Island in the stormy waves.

After half a year, they encountered countless dangers. Fortunately, Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianruo both entered the free realm. Xiao Han had the ability to walk on the clouds, so the three of them survived.

"Xiao Han, are you sure this is Penglai Fairy Mountain? But where is the immortal?"

Sikong Qianruo asked with hope.

The merchant ship they were on had already left, leaving only a small boat, which was broken by the waves in the middle, leaving a few wooden boards.

Now, I don’t even know where the wooden boards have floated.

If it weren't for Penglai Fairy Mountain, the three of them would have to die of sleep.

Xiao Han stared at the milky white mist on the island and a loft faintly emerging in the fog.

He smiled bitterly and said, "If it weren't for a mirage, it would have been the place we were looking for. As for the immortals, they might be making tea and waiting for us to drink."

"The immortal makes tea for us? You are so whimsical."

Sikong Qianruo didn't believe that such a good thing was happening.

"Stop guessing, go forward."

Lei Wujie was quite unlucky. He was hooked by a reef when he fell into the water, so he could only be shirtless at this moment.

The sunlight on the sea was extremely fierce, and it had already sunk off his skin, which was painful and itchy.

"Walk."

Xiao Han took the lead in walking forward, his body had reached its limit. If the island was not Pengpeng, he would stay here and not leave.

It is not bad to die in this beautiful world.

After walking forward for half an hour, a valley appeared in front of the three of them.

Clouds and mist are shrouded in the green peaks.

Qianruo shouted in surprise: "Look, there is a building there!"

"There are only eight pillars, what kind of building is this?"

Lei Wujie looked at the eight towering pillars and couldn't guess the purpose of these pillars.

"Go down and take a look."

The three of them walked into the valley and approached the giant stone pillars.

Surrounded by the giant columns is a round platform paved with bluestone, about ten feet in size, with a Bagua diagram that penetrates half a finger.

Look at the giant pillars again. They are also made of bluestone, and the ones carved on them are actually zodiac signs.

"It's so exquisite, the three walls and twenty-eight constellations are not bad at all."

Xiao Han turned around the stone pillar, and while looking, he exclaimed: "The seven constellations of the Qinglong in the East Palace, the horn, the Kang, the Di, the room, the heart, the tail, and the ji."

"The Seven Constellations of the Nangong Zhuque: Jing, Gui, Liu, Xing, Zhang, Yi, Zhen."

"The seven constellations of the White Tiger in the West Palace: Kui, Lou, Wei, Mao, Bi, Vi, and Shen."

"The seven constellations of Xuanwu in Beigong: Dou, cow, female, empty, dangerous, room, wall."

Qianruo interrupted him: "Stop reading it, Lei Wujie and I can't understand it anyway. Why are you talking about these pillars for? "

Xiao Han thought, "This is an altar, which should be used when communicating between immortals and gods."

"Isn't it because I stepped on these pillars to the sky?"

Qianruo looked up suspiciously, and the top of the pillar was hidden in the clouds, and she couldn't see the end.

"It's hard to say."

"Xiao Han, you are good at light skills, so why not climb up along the pillars, maybe the immortals live in the clouds."

Xiao Han looked around and couldn't see the attic she had seen before.

"If you are not busy, you can see this valley clearly first."

At this moment, Lei Wujie stood in the middle of the altar.

Suddenly, a light flashed, the sky and the earth rotated, pulling the three of them into a cloud of air.

When Xiao Han opened his eyes, he no longer saw Sikong Qianruo and Lei Wujie.

He felt a little nervous and shouted in a deep voice: "Qianruo? Lei Wujie?"

No response.

Xiao Han tried to walk forward, but there were still no two people.

While he was puzzled, a portrait suddenly appeared in the clouds and mist, sitting in front of him.

"You're here."

The statue of God spoke.

Xiao Han was shocked. The portrait in front of him was exactly the same as his own, as if he was looking at himself in a mirror.

"Who are you?"

Portrait answer: "Who are you?"

This place is very mysterious. Xiao Han calmed down and replied: "Xiao Han is in the lower house. Because he is in poor health, he came here to seek medical treatment. I beg the immortal to see him."

The portrait looked at him closely and continued to ask, "Who are you?"

Xiao Han pondered for a moment and replied again: "Xiao Han is the sixth prince of the Northern Li, and is granted the title of King of Chang'an."

The portrait asked for the third time: "Who are you?"

Playing a maneuver?

who I am?

Who am I?

Xiao Han looked at the portrait that looked like him, and suddenly moved his heart. The portrait asked him the deepest thoughts in his heart. When he was alone, there was nothing to hide.

Who should I be?

"I am Xiao Han, the 72nd emperor of the Northern Li Dynasty."

Xiao Han's mother was the wife of Emperor Ming, the 71st empress of the Northern Li Dynasty, and gave birth to two sons.

The eldest son was made the crown prince when he was born, but unfortunately he died at the age of three.

A few years later, the queen gave birth to Xiao Han again and died soon after.

As the legitimate son, everyone knew that Xiao Han was the future crown prince, until he complained about the King of Langya and was driven out of Tianzi by Emperor Ming.

Even then, no one had doubted Xiao Han's orthodoxy.

Because Emperor Ming did not make another queen, he was as fond as Concubine Xuan, and did not change Emperor Ming's intentions. The position of crown prince was left to Xiao Han.

The country will last forever and will be prosperous in Chang'an.

This is the expectation of Emperor Ming and his destiny.

The portrait heard his third answer, with her eyebrows and eyes curled up, and a sweet smile appeared, and then slowly disappeared.

Soon, a colorful ladder appeared in front of me, hovering towards the sky.

Xiao Han stepped on it. Although there were light clouds under his feet, it seemed like he was stepping on the ground, without any feeling of floating air.

Step by step, climb the sky along the ladder.

I don’t know how long I walked, a huge bronze mirror appeared at the end of the ladder, with the words “Blank Break” written on it.

A flash of light?

I don’t know what mysterious thing happened, but Xiao Han stood in front of the bronze mirror.

Uh ~ Uh ~

The crying of a baby was heard in the mirror. Many palace maids and eunuchs around him were running and busy. Emperor Ming, wearing a crown, smiled happily. All the civil and military ministers of the court gathered outside the hall to congratulate him.

In the delivery room, although the queen was extremely weak, she still asked the palace maid to carry the baby to her side and kissed the child lovingly.
To be continued...