Chapter 1241 Hypocritical Sacrifice

Although Mu Yang rushed out of the old captain's bedroom, his situation is still not optimistic. At the same time, a storm conspiracy was brewing in the north of Xudu City and the Lianghuang Mausoleum.

The newly completed imperial mausoleum is new inside and outside. Shangshu ordered Xun Yu to hold a scroll and slowly walk into it, preparing to prepare for the presiding before the sacrificial ceremony. At this time, Liu Xie got out of the chariot and looked at the single. It seemed to be Cao Jie and the single. Maybe he whispered to himself: "These hypothetical and funny sacrifices really didn't cut corners... Yes, it's just for outsiders. It really can't be too outrageous."

Cao Jie's face was cold again, and his hands suddenly tightened, waking up the prince who had fallen asleep in his arms again. The prince's loud crying brought a kind of uneasy noise to this grand festival. Liu Xie looked back at Cao Jie and said nothing.

At this moment, the single seems to have not even heard the baby's cry. Now his mind is full of a question: has the emperor found his true identity? If he really found out, why didn't he shout loudly that those Cao soldiers would capture him and cover him up? Even his mouth shape...

Shadow has been trained for this situation, and the single is actually clear. At this time, the most important thing I should do is to connect the shadows that have mixed into the imperial mausoleum and quickly evacuate! - Because the price of one ten thousand of luck is the life of the comrades-in-arms!

This must not be tolerated for the shadow that has always adhered to 'safety first'! - But the question now is how to inform those Mu Yuanfeng and others who have been mixed into the imperial mausoleum at this time?!

At this moment, the single looked at the imperial mausoleum in front of him. This is a two-story building with pure wooden beams and diagonal ridges, with a radius of more than 50 feet. The workmanship of this imperial mausoleum is quite rough. For example, its beams are falsely built, supported by 20 pillars around it; its foundation is only two feet, almost flat. The end of the bucket arch and eaves are also quite rough, and the angle of the top ridge is only stacked with tiles, without warping or stretching.

This impression gives the single a strong sense of uneasiness: as a layman, he can see that this imperial mausoleum is a semi-finished product. Although the wood of the whole imperial mausoleum is painted with green paint, it looks like a reunion of green clouds, and the flying dragon is hidden in it. However, the wood is not the imperial mausoleum supplies under regulation at all, which is too shabby for the holy land dedicated to the ancestors of the Han Dynasty - but Cao's attention to this sacrifice ceremony this time is obviously not common sense, which makes people feel full of a contradiction that can't be guessed.

In fact, the specifications of the emperor's travel are also very suspicious. And the performance of the emperor and Cao officials along the way was even more suspicious. The accumulation of this layer of uneasy factors makes the single have a strong anxiety about notifying the shadows in the imperial mausoleum. However, until the sacrificial ceremony began, the single was still at a loss.

At this moment, Xun Yu's preparations have been made, and the imperial mausoleum full of plain silk is about to enter the ceremony stage. At this time, civil and military ministers entered the mausoleum one after another. Cao Ang stood in front of the imperial mausoleum, smiling at the people who entered, while silently remembering the origin and origin of these people in his heart. After receiving the news from Tang Xiaomi, Cao Ang was more cautious at this moment. He must catch those shadows that want to be mixed with fish eyes.

But a cup of tea has passed. The people who entered the imperial mausoleum were the dignitaries reported in Sikong Mansion, and there was no suspicious person. Cao Ang looked at Tang Xiaomi beside him doubtfully and suddenly found a complex light flashing in Tang Xiaomi's eyes. Looking along the end of the light, Cao Ang only saw the honor guard next to the emperor's chariot.

"What's wrong?" Cao Ang withdrew his eyes and was very strange about Tang Xiaomi's abnormality: "Did you see anything suspicious?"

"No, nothing..." Tang Xiaomi's answer was a little flustered, but then she smiled and asked strangely, "Do you think I will tell you the truth after I see the suspicion?"

Cao Ang blinked his eyes and looked at the guard of honor again. This time, he recognized that Tang Xiaomi's eyes just now were on a seemingly ordinary honor guard. Therefore, he pretended to be fine and said to Tang Xiaomi, "It's okay." After saying that, he left the door of the imperial mausoleum and ordered his men to keep a close eye on the honor guard - although it was impossible for the honor guard to enter the imperial mausoleum to make trouble, Cao Ang felt that it was better to be careful about everything.

After doing these, a ceremonial official came to urge Cao Ang to enter the mausoleum. This time, Cao Ang came from the identity of the eldest son of the Cao family. In fact, it was also an exposure of Cao Cao's identity as any successor. Cao Ang knew that his task was not small. At that moment, he took several attendants and Tang Xiaomi into the imperial mausoleum, and the ceremonial officer closed the door behind them.

The main hall of the imperial mausoleum is a spacious and empty lobby, with more than a dozen unpainted columns supporting the whole building. In the middle of the lobby, there are the spiritual positions, tributes, candles, other funeral ceremonies and a thick pile of sacrificial texts. All the literature and martial arts stood down like clay sculptures, not even out of the atmosphere, and the whole lobby had a little solemn and heavy smell for a moment.

With a strong drum sound, all the Confucian students looked at the host Xun Yu. Xun Yu coughed gently, walked to the middle, raised his hand gently, and immediately became very quiet in the lobby. Xun Yu was the most orthodox descendant of the Xun family. Naturally, he was able to cope with these rituals. He first read an opening article aloud, saying that the Han Dynasty had many dragon veins. He Jin, Dong Zhuo, Li Yu, Guo Yan and other tigers and wolves practiced many times, and migrated several times, and finally there would be a peaceful day. This time, Wenwu and the emperor of the dynasty worshiped the ancestors of the Han Dynasty and vowed to work hard and rejuvenate the Han Dynasty again.

I have to say that Xun Yu's opening article is very politically windy. As soon as his words fell, the people present probably understood the reason why this memorial service could be achieved. It was nothing more than that Cao and the Han families were still separated, but they still had to give each other a bottom line. Wenwu immediately looked at Liu Xie, the son of today. After Liu Xie strode, hundreds of Wenwu knelt down for a moment and observed Liu Xie's reaction.

Liu Xie did not say anything about this set of remarks. Cao Ang found that he was very used to this kind of scene today. Every word he said was solemn and sad, but when he thought about it carefully, there was no insinuation. It was expected that the final ending would be the same as Xun Yu's argument, so Cao Ang's heart fell on another point.

It will take a long time for Liu Xie to finish the worship. Cao Ang inadvertently leaned his body back, but found that the pillar was a little shaking. He was a little surprised. This is a new building. How can the pillars decay? His body moved again and found that the pillar moved a little more, and an ominous creak came to his ears. Cao Ang raised his head, which was not a small surprise. He saw that the top of the pillar had been sawed off, and only a small piece of wood was between the ceiling and the pillar, which was very unreliable.

Cao Ang looked aside in panic and found that more than a dozen pillars in the lobby were all in this structure. These pillars are an important foundation to support the whole imperial mausoleum. If they suddenly break or slip, the consequences will be unimaginable. Even if Cao despised the Han Dynasty again and just wanted to take this sacrifice as an external form, he should not use this method of cutting corners.

Of course, there is another possibility that this imperial mausoleum was not like this before, but was deliberately tamped the day before yesterday!

As soon as this idea emerged, Cao Ang was full of excitement and turned his head again. I don't know when Tang Xiaomi, who had been behind him, disappeared. He suddenly realized something and just wanted to shout that everyone should leave quickly. However, Xun Yu, who suddenly came down, came to him. After arriving at his side, he said seriously in a very low voice, "Sir, this imperial mausoleum is not safe. Let's withdraw quickly!"

"What about the people in here?" Cao Ang was so anxious that he felt that he could not leave like this.

"Prince, if you shout that the imperial mausoleum is going to collapse at this time, what should the world think of Cao in case it spreads?" Xun Yu's face darkened and said the main points.

Cao Ang suddenly came to the conclusion that his majesty is still talking at length in the lobby at this moment. Once he shouts, not to mention disrespecting the emperor, if someone says that he despises the late emperor of the Han Dynasty, the Cao family will carry the eternal curse, and the purpose of this worship and show will be completely destroyed!

"So what should we do?"

"Go out first, send a few Cao troops to disguise themselves as assassins, then order the army, and slowly withdraw. In this way, even if someone condemns it afterwards, we can still pour dirty water on the person who should be spilled at will..."