Chapter 35 Sacrifice

After the Cold War, the relationship between the two became more and more tense. Thinking of Qingzhu's infatuation with Yan Dan, Qin Zheng almost couldn't sleep at night. He was a man who was extremely fragile and could no longer tolerate anyone to betray and hurt, and Qingzhu was also depressed and sad.

These days, Qingzhu has been meditating in the wing room. Qin Zheng is still spinning among the women and has not set foot in her world. Originally, the days of flowing quickly flowed, but a few days later, a great good thing broke out in the palace. The waiter was happy to have a dragon fetus. This is another time since Qiu Ting became pregnant. The whole royal house Shi is jubilant.

The women in the royal palace have always had different minds, faces and kind-heartedness, and now they finally have a common public enemy - Cangjing.

Aoi was originally a foreign woman of Dongying. Now she is favored by the prince and usually arrogant. Now she is even more rampant and arrogant. The women's family did not dare to refute because of Qin Zheng's face. Only Concubine Lan relied on her brother's prestige to compete with her. Mei Fei still always kept a low profile and never had a bad relationship with anyone for no reason.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, ancestral sacrifices are routinely held at this time of the year. The so-called sacrifice is the ceremony of sacrificing heaven, earth and ancestors. You can't be absent from this important occasion, regardless of your status.

On that day, the summer wind and drizzle suddenly rained. A vast team in the imperial city went straight to the Mausoleum of the former emperor. Halfway, the rain was getting smaller and smaller, and the snow fell, and the drizzle in the sky was mixed with snowflakes, rushing to the earth with a poetic feeling.

In folklore, if there is a heavy snowfall at such a time, the so-called June frost must have suffered great grievances. Qingzhu said to himself that he didn't know which unlucky person would be wronged in the current time and space!

When Zhu Ji was alive, she took her concubines to Pingning Temple to offer sacrifices and pray for blessings every year. Now that the queen has passed away, this difficult task naturally falls on the shoulders of the Empress Xin. This time she attended with her daughter-in-law Feng Ningxiang.

The wind and rain stopped, cloudless, and on the grand and luxurious carriage, the women left the house together for the first time, and their hearts seemed to be as happy as a little rabbit. Looking out from the window of the sedan chair, the bustling crowds on the streets, the hawkers along the street, the merchants in the streets, and the whole sweat song was full of vigorous and prosperous. .

These ten-year-old girls used to be beautiful girls. They never walked out of the door. They have never seen such a lively street scene. Now they are like a group of bees and flies.

"Sister Mei, look, there is a juggling group over there!" Jufei is still a little girl's heart, which is bound by the rules of the royal palace and wears out her former agility. "It would be better to come out every day than to be happy at home."

"That's right," Qingxue, the waiter, is also in a good mood. "Let the prince take us to play together when there is a chance in the future."

"Sister Qingxue, remember to bring Ronger next time you go out," Ronger pleaded, "No matter where we go, my sister and I are a companion."

"That's natural. Our sisters are better than Jinlan. They don't want to be born in the same month of the same year, but to die in the same month of the same year." Qingxue rose on a whim and made a speech.

"Don't say such unlucky words," Concubine Mei looked a little angry. "The good time hasn't come yet. I know that your sisters have a good relationship, but their unscrupulous words will make a big disaster."

Qingxue spit out her tongue mischievously, winked at Rong Er, smiled, and then a silver bell-like laughter echoed crisply.

The little girls are still looking forward to a better life in the future, but they don't know that a well-designed disaster fell from the sky.

At noon, the sun rose high, and Qingzhu and his party have arrived at the foot of Pingning Temple. Pingning Temple is the largest nunnery of Khan Song, and has undertaken the heavy responsibility of royal worshiping their ancestors for a long time. In order to pay tribute, when the dragons and grandchildren arrived at the foot of the mountain, they got out of the car and walked instead.

In addition to the concubines in the palace, there are also the concubines of the two princes. The security work should not be neglected. Blessing and sacrifice should have been what a woman needed to do, and there was no need to bother the prince, but Qin Sen was cut off his power and did nothing all day long. He became an idle prince and happened to accompany his mother to fulfill his filial piety.

Now that Qin Youwang has not recovered from his illness for a long time, and the new emperor is about to ascend the throne, which is a critical period of the alternation between the old and the new. I don't know why Qin Zheng personally supervised and protected this festival and escorted him.

"Your Majesty, dare you ask the emperor that he has been much better recently? I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much. Master Feikong, the host of Pingning Temple, is a profound old nun, amiable and open-minded.

"Thank you for your care. My father's condition has worsened recently, and all the imperial doctors in the palace are helpless." Referring to his father, Qin Zheng is inevitably nervous and worried. "I have come to pray for his elderly today."

"There is no need to worry about the prince. The saint's life should not be end, and there must be a blessing!" Feikong noticed an outstanding woman in the crowd and wondered, "Whose lady is that lady?"

Qin Zheng followed the sight of the host and fixed her eyes on Qingzhu. Today, she walked at the end of the team, dressed in a relatively elegant, moon-white palace costume, embroidered a few watery mulan in the corner of the skirt. The petals bloomed, lifelike, and her slender waist was dotted with crystal tassels, which did not look too gorgeous, nor It will be too light, noble and generous, and elegant. The 17-year-old girl, with untimely indifference, calm and wisdom, looks lingering.

"She is the king's concubine." Qin Zheng was a little distracted, "I don't know why the master asked her?"

"Nothing," Feikong smiled mysteriously, "This princess has beautiful bones, Buddha's fate, and more fairy."

Do you have Buddha's fate and more fairy spirit? Qin Zheng has been thinking about the meaning of the master's words, but he is always puzzled.

Under the leadership of the host, everyone climbed to the top of the mountain. Along the way, Qingzhu walked alone without any maids. He tried his best to keep a smile at the corners of his mouth and picked up the stairs without saying a word, which was in sharp contrast to the group of concubines in front of him who were noisy and hugged by the eunuch palace maids.

Although Qin Zheng and Qingzhu walked together, the distance was not too far, and sometimes she looked sideways. She seemed to have no reaction at all. She always kept looking straight ahead, with a smile on her face, like a pre-designed system, without any change.

Stepping on the bluestone slab bricks, Qingzhu climbed the last stairs, and suddenly opened his eyes. Women's minds are all in the mountains and rivers, while men's attention has always been on women who are silent.

Qingzhu was stunned by the great mountains and rivers in front of him. The solemn and majestic temple stood among the layers of white clouds, with green smoke curling, and the sound of bells and drums was clear and high and endless, with a vast artistic conception of purple gas coming from the east.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, the woman showed a sincere sweet smile, but the smile was fleeting and was soon replaced by an almost stiff and stunned expression.

Countless soft white feather arrows fly across the sky like white clouds, leaving a meteor-like trajectory, which is like a flood. The sharp cold arrows look spectacular but can be fatal in an in an astsp.

"There is an arrow array, everyone be careful." Qin Zheng was also slightly stunned, and then decisively ordered, "Let's find a place to hide!"

Qingzhu was agile, bent down and lay on the ground, and several bones rolled into the shallow ditch beside him to hide his body.

"Ah!" Meifei, who was not far away, knelt down in fear and trembled all over her body. Long arrows swept over like a storm and went straight to where she was.

In a hurry, Qingzhu turned over and stood up and bounced up suddenly. He took off his coat without dragging water. His hands trembled like lightning in the air. The long coat wrapped countless arrows like a cloak. At the end, Meifei was glad that she had not become an arrow target full of arrows all over her body.

Then Qingzhu picked up several feather arrows on the ground, waved them, rotated quickly, and the snowy arrows were broken to the ground, and some reflections were returned. The blood stained the sacred temple red. The scream sounded in his ear. Qingzhu's hand clenched the arrow, and a fierce murderous spirit flashed in his eyes.

A vigorously pulled Mei Fei over and protected himself. Qingzhu asked with concern, "Is Sister Mei all right? Is she injured?"

"No, I'm fine!" Mei Fei had not yet escaped from the danger just now, and her voice was full of twists and turns, as if crying.

The next moment, I only heard another woman's wailing clearly, "Ah, it hurts!"

Following the source of the sound, the women looked back and saw a dodging woman in the corner. The chrysanthemum concubine, who always looked forward and did not have a bad heart, was full of blood all over her body. The most shocking thing was that she kept bowing her head and howling, covering her face with her fingers, and there was a long arrow between her fingers, and blood splashed everywhere. Her right eye has been punctured by a sharp bamboo arrow.

Screams accompanied by various footsteps, almost all women panicked and helplessly hugged their heads to hide and hide in the east, but here is no shrubs to hide at all on the top of the mountain, and the panicked crowd could only be raging and have nowhere to hide.

"Puff" a wooden arrow runs through the chest, "Help!" Qingxue shouted and fell down. A charming blood-colored flower suddenly opened on the pure white gorgeous gauze skirt.

"Sister Qingxue!" Ronger, who made friends with her, was stunned by the scene in front of her. Before she had time to regret her friend's misfortune, she did not survive the next second.

The two sisters who only made an appointment to play were also able to fulfill their vows and return to Huangquan together.

Princes Lan has been hiding behind Qin Zheng. Feng Yang was ordered to protect the pregnant Cangjing, and only a few women survived in the government palace.

The white arrow rain came after another. I don't know how many waves passed, there were almost no complete bodies in front of Pingning Temple. In the past, the men and women of the royal family with green flowers and infinite scenery were killed and injured.

After the arrow array, I don't know how long it took. Qin Zheng looked around. Concubine Xin had already been shot as a "hedgehog". Qin Sen stood like a scarecrow. Feng Ningxiang's throat penetrated, and there was only air intake. He finally recovered from the tragic reality, shocked the world with a roar, and took out the sword at his waist, "It's a man or a ghost. Show me quickly!"