New·New Consort

In the western suburbs of Gyeonggi, several horse-drawn carriages were tightly clustered in the middle of the team that stretched for several miles.The team started before dawn and walked for a whole morning until it was three poles in the sun before they brought the whole team out of the city. They had moved a total of twenty miles, and even if it was dark, they would only have traveled fifty miles.

This is also impossible, after all, escorting the crown prince back to the capital, he had to be cautious.

When cooking at noon, the army was stationed to rest, the prince got out of the carriage full of carpentry moulds, saw Feng Suzhen jumped out of the carriage behind him holding Tianxiang, and immediately greeted warmly: "What, sister and brother-in-law Shuanglu, who won?"

The backgammon was made on a whim by him, and he hated it as a burden and didn't want to take it with him, but Tianxiang took it and said it was to relieve boredom on the road.

Tianxiang replied blankly: "This is just to pass the time, it doesn't matter who wins or loses!"

The prince suddenly understood: "Oh, you really lost."

Tianxiang is angry.

Feng Suzhen couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "You need to roll the dice to play Shuanglu, but I bullied her. In the afternoon, let's change to a game that the princess is good at."

Tianxiang snorted heavily, and after thinking for a while, realized that he might not be able to beat her in any game at all, so his face collapsed in frustration.

The night after Dongfang Sheng left, Zhang Shaomin wrote to the emperor directly after taking over the Jingying, explaining everything that happened in Huailai.

That night, Tianxiang also received news from the prince, saying that the emperor intended to let the prince return to Beijing.

However, it was not until seven days later that the order to call the prince back to Beijing was formally issued.

Seven days is enough for Feng Suzhen to go back and forth for two thousand miles!

Tianxiang slandered the emperor's emperor's mind very much. It must be that Dongfang Sheng left Beijing as soon as he said so, and wondered whether he should call the prince back to Beijing.

But the imperial decree finally came down, after all, none of them could wait any longer.

If according to the timeline of the previous life, the resplendent Xiantai has already been built at this time.But at this time in this world, the money for the restoration of Xiantai has not been collected yet, and the Chahar battle was so exhausting that the emperor himself was too embarrassed to ask for money.

The crowd lingered for a few more days before setting off, but Song Changgeng left the city under the guard of soldiers as early as the day after Dongfang Sheng left Huailai, and his whereabouts were unknown.

Recently, Feng Suzhen and Zhang Shaomin seemed to be secretly planning something with Mr. Song, but they refused to tell Tianxiang clearly.

"Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, Mr. Song was obviously invited back by me, okay!?"

Tianxiang was thinking wildly, seeing Feng Suzhen looking around in a daze, she couldn't help but follow her gaze: "What are you looking at?"

Feng Suzhen came back to her senses and said with a smile, "This is the way we came here."

Tianxiang first heard Feng Suzhen say "we" to her, immediately blinked, and then suddenly said: "Oh, yes, this place is not far from the Xianzhong Shrine."

Xianzhong Temple was built for the change of Tumubao.

When the two came to worship, they both went to worship in a similar manner, but after they really experienced the military disaster, they had a special feeling in their hearts.

Everyone went together in a hurry.

Li Zhaoting thought about the blindness of the swordsmen in the previous war, and he couldn't help sighing: "If the ancestor Chengzu of the previous dynasty hadn't made the policy of 'the emperor's imperial gate', the Yingzong of the former dynasty would not have hunted north, and I am afraid that we would not have done so." An encounter."

Feng Suzhen was taken aback, Li Zhaoting's words were correct, but in front of the current crown prince and princess, what he said was not so appropriate.

She was just about to smooth things over for him, but Tian Xiang spoke first: "You are wrong, Wu Yazui, this disaster of swords and soldiers was caused by human desires, and has nothing to do with Dingdu."

After being pulled over, the prince who had always been there suddenly said: "That's not true, Tianxiang, think about it. The founding ancestor of the previous dynasty, Jianji Jinling, fought on the battlefield for 20 years, ascended the throne for 20 years, and has many heirs. , let’s use the strong ones to feud the borders and build vassals, and use the screen to screen the Central Plains. No matter how cruel the Tartars in the north are, they will not be able to go to Jinling.” Or with a few more sons, these nine sides may be more worry-free."

Tianxiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and secretly slandered: Brother, you have only one brother with the same father in name, but you have already been squeezed out and fled here and there, in a mess, and you still want to have a few more brothers.

But after all, this was the first time that the carpenter prince took the initiative to talk about political affairs. She couldn't discourage his enthusiasm, so she just smiled and said: "Brother, you are right, that's why Chengzu's Son of Heaven guards the gate of the country"!"

Why did it go back to Li Zhaoting's words?

The prince was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses, if it wasn't for the riots in the previous dynasty that enfeoffed the powerful feudal clans wantonly, where would Ming Chengzu come from!

In the afternoon when Zheng Duo moved again, Feng Suzhen saw the chess pieces scattered in the carriage, and asked, "Are you still playing?"

Tianxiang shook her head: "I don't want to play anymore, I will lose anyway."

Feng Suzhen laughed: "How about playing other games? I'll send someone to find a chess set!"

Tianxiang's face collapsed: "I can't beat you at Shuanglu, which is half relying on skill and half luck, how can I beat you at chess, which is all about skill?"

Feng Suzhen pondered for a moment: "My chess is not as good as Shuanglu's."

Tianxiang suddenly became interested: "Well, well, let's kill two games!"

Not long after, Tianxiang gritted his teeth and scolded in the carriage: "Cheater!"

Feng Suzhen laughed, and put the dying situation back into place.

Tianxiang opened the curtain and let out a few mouthfuls of bad air from losing chess. He saw Zhang Shaomin riding a horse. He seemed to be looking towards the direction of the carriage, and Tianxiang's eyes met.

Zhang Shaomin raised his eyebrows, he was not embarrassed by the staring, but Bafeng nodded to Tianxiang unmoved, reined in his horse and went to the prince's car, and looked around vigilantly.

This man is really bright-eyed.Tianxiang looked away and couldn't help but be speechless.In his previous life, he was the first to confirm Feng Suzhen's identity, and this time, if Dongfang Sheng hadn't acted in a play before leaving, and provided Feng Suzhen with an unscrupulous past, I'm afraid Feng Suzhen's identity would have been leaked before returning to Beijing. clean up.

The fight between Feng Suzhen and Dongfang Sheng naturally alarmed Tian Ting. Although it was called the scourge of a romantic affair, it was not a good thing after all. Xu Haolai and Zhang Shaomin didn't even get a splash He was suppressed by the emperor with a thunderous force.

For a while, no one who went to Liaodong could find anything.

Tianxiang was a little complacent, after all, she taught Dongfang Sheng word by word.

Dongfang Sheng threw the Tiger Talisman to Zhang Shaomin, naturally it was also Tianxiang's instruction.Zhang Shaomin asked the emperor's opinion on the form, and the emperor's imperial pen Zhu approved the four words "you keep it". Even if Zhang Shaomin was promoted, he officially took the position of admiral of the nine sects.

Before Dongfang Sheng left, he threw a black lacquered iron sign to Tianxiang, saying it was given to him by Yuxian, and he responded with disgust.Tianxiang didn't dislike it, and accepted it without rejection.

She turned her head and saw that Feng Suzhen was putting the chess pieces back into the chess box one by one, her slender fingers were flying up and down, and the irregular backgammon pieces seemed to be alive in her palms, forming formations. For a long time, they have been seamlessly embedded with the chess boxes in which they are placed, forming a natural one.Tianxiang was amazed, even such tedious little things she did very chicly, the whole set of demeanor was done in one go, calm and elegant, and it was pleasing to watch.

Beauty is beyond the skin, Feng Suzhen's beauty is not only in her appearance, the elegance and tenacity she exudes from her bones is more fascinating than her appearance.

Tianxiang couldn't help but think of Dongfang Sheng who played exaggeratedly to win this man's favor and sent herself back to the battlefield.

The reason why she was sure that Dongfang Sheng could be persuaded by her was because Dongfang Sheng in her previous life died because of Feng Suzhen.

The foolish boy Dongfang Sheng was seduced by a portrait of Feng Suzhen, but if he only loved that appearance, it would never be to the point of life and death.

It is precisely because of this that he is not willing to win people but not his heart, so he is willing to be led away by Tianxiang with a few words.

Thinking of this, Tianxiang let out a sigh of relief, let alone Dongfang Sheng, why not herself.Jumping out of reincarnation and walking this journey again is just to get that heart.

"Stop playing chess, do you want to sleep for a while?" Feng Suzhen's concern interrupted her thoughts.

Tianxiang shook her head: "I don't want to sleep, I want to listen to stories."

Feng Suzhen smiled, picked out a few short stories in "Ear Talk" from her mind, and told them vividly.

The cold wind howled, rolling the withered and yellow leaves onto the vermilion palace wall.The palace man in charge of sweeping hurriedly stepped forward to clean up the sundries on the ground.The Winter Clothes Festival is approaching, and they have already begun preparations for the upcoming Dachaohui.

In the imperial study room, Master Yuxian took a step forward and presented the golden elixir in a brocade box.There was a very hot brazier burning in the room, and not long after he entered the study, he felt layers of sweat on his back.

Seeing that the emperor who was wearing a thick fur cloak did not swallow the pill without hesitation as before, but put it aside casually, he said faintly, "Your Majesty's complexion does not seem to be very good."

The emperor said in a muffled voice: "I feel a little tired recently, I wonder if it's because of the change of seasons."

Yuxian sighed, knelt down and mourned: "Your Majesty, no matter how good the elixir of Pindao is, Pindao has not yet become a fairy. After all, he is a mortal body, and the power of Pindao's elixir is limited. And Your Majesty is the son of the real dragon, I am afraid The potency of this elixir is already insufficient."

The emperor was stunned: "This... the national teacher, what should I do?"

Yuxian gritted his teeth: "Your Majesty, the matter of taking over Xiantai really cannot be delayed any longer."

The emperor frowned: "The war on Chahar's side is not over yet, and the imperial court can't come up with money."

Yuxian earnestly said: "Your Majesty, let me forget about the poverty. After the tax increase this year, the national treasury has been filled a lot, and [-]% of the money for repairing Xiantai has been paid. The war in Chahar has also stabilized now. , it’s better to ask Gu Cheng’en to send some money back, the rest can be collected together.”

The emperor shook his head again and again: "It's not right, it's not right, the war is not over, it's not right."

Yuxian still refused to give up: "Your Majesty, it's already the beginning of winter, and tomorrow is the Cold Clothes Festival. If we don't start construction after taking over the Xiantai, I'm afraid it will be too late. The calamity of the sky is hard to eliminate, and it will affect the important event of your majesty's immortality." !"

"I know it well!" The emperor's tone suddenly became serious.

Yuxian closed his mouth, no longer persuaded, and retreated obediently.

The emperor squinted at the brocade box on the desk table, stared at it for a long time, then closed the neckline of his cloak, and said softly: "Tell me, is he a man of real ability? Oh, can he live forever?"

There was silence and no one answered.

The emperor rested for a while, raised his eyes halfway and asked, "So Dongfang Sheng has any news?"

There was movement in the royal study.

Wang Gonggong stepped forward and replied: "Gu Chengen wrote a memorial, saying that the young master of the East has reached the front line, and he is clamoring every day to lead troops to raid the formation. Gu Chengen asked His Majesty, how should we arrange it?"

The emperor closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said slowly: "Then let him rush, and tell Gu Chengen: just let go, and focus on the overall situation."

"Yes--"

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"Why are you calling me in such a hurry?" Concubine Ju's voice suddenly came from Yuxian Palace.

Yuxian is very used to the behavior of concubine Ju who has already heard before her arrival. He turned around and said with a sneer: "The prince and the others have already set off to return to the capital. There is no hurry at this time. If you want to be anxious, you can just go." No chance!"

Concubine Ju glanced at him coldly: "Urgent, what's the use of being anxious? Are you aware of being anxious at this moment? None of your good ideas came to fruition. I will stay by the emperor's side with the little prince in an orderly manner. The book is I have read a lot, but the emperor has never intended to make him the crown prince. Now, Lian Sheng'er has disappeared!"

Yuxian paused slightly: "Have you ever written a letter to Young Master?"

Concubine Ju was anxious: "Aren't you stupid? I am a woman in the harem, how dare I write to him! But you, aren't you the one who claims to be the largest gang in the world, with [-] branch helms all over Kyushu, and disciples all over the world? Why don't you have He Sheng?" Can you get in touch?"

Yuxian's face was slightly ugly: "Little Hou Ye somehow abandoned his military power in the Beijing camp and went to Xuanda's border defense. I sent someone to ask, but he didn't reply."

Concubine Ju was stunned: "What is he doing?"

Yuxian shook his head gravely: "I'm afraid I can't count on him right now, for the current plan, we can only rely on receiving Xiantai to establish the little prince's natural choice."

Concubine Ju calmed down and asked calmly: "Since you asked me to come over, you must have an idea, what should I do?"

Yuxian said firmly: "To take over the Xiantai, it must be repaired, but the court is short of money now, I was wondering if I should take the initiative to pay some tribute and push it forward. Now that Dongfang Sheng has run away, we still have to be in the court. Inserting other chess pieces, it is best to exchange blood for the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, so as not to be isolated and helpless."

Concubine Ju paused: "Since it's easy to talk about, it's not a problem for me to spend a few million taels here."

"Also, I feel that the emperor doesn't trust me as much as before," Yuxian mused, "Looking at him, it seems that he is not as enthusiastic about my elixir as before, and recently, he has not been as lucky as before. Harem."

"The Emperor—" Concubine Ju sneered, "He is already old, and it is only natural that he should be a little restrained in his desires."

Yuxian shook his head: "The Emperor is old, but my Elixir of Immortality is not. From what I've seen, it's very likely that he hasn't taken my medicine."

Concubine Ju was startled: "Then what should I do?"

"The emperor may not eat my immortal pill, but he will definitely drink my mother's tea," Yuxian said with a smile, "Why don't my mother help me to turn him into the good emperor he used to be!"

Concubine Ju's complexion suddenly sank: "Use my hand to poison? Don't even think about it!"

Maybe she wanted her son to be on the throne, but she didn't want him to be charged with regicide.

What's more, she has already killed the most important man in her life with the skill she is most proud of, and she doesn't want to repeat it again.

Recalling the past, Concubine Ju cast her eyes at Yuxian, and said bitterly: "Is that all you have?"

Yuxian hid his anger in his heart, and said with a sneer: "Pindao still has a card in his hand, but it's not time to use it yet. You must know that a good card must be saved for the most critical time."

"Oh?" Concubine Ju was very surprised.

Yuxian didn't go into details, but just brushed off the dust and sent Concubine Ju away.

There were many people, so naturally the walk was slow, and there was a cold autumn rain on the way. Originally, the fast horse only needed one day for the journey, but the group walked for four days, and finally saw the long-lost emperor. city.

Coincidentally, at the gate of the city, the prince and his party reunited with Song Changgeng who had left alone before, as if they had made an appointment.

It is already the dark day of September, and tomorrow is the court meeting of the Cold Clothes Festival.

According to the system, tomorrow the royal family will sacrifice to the family temple first, and then present cold clothes to the officials at the court meeting to show the kindness of the emperor.

Everyone was going to pay their respects to the emperor first, but the prince had already greeted them outside the palace gate, and passed down an oral order, allowing everyone to rest first and wait for His Majesty's summons.

It was already afternoon, if she had a rest directly, it might be getting dark, Tian Xiang couldn't help frowning.

She asked in a low voice: "Tomorrow is the Winter Clothes Festival, are the crown prince's dresses and rituals ready?"

Manager Wang bowed and said: "Princess, don't worry, the old slave has arranged all these matters, and I will send a ceremony officer to explain to the prince later."

Tianxiang asked again: "Father, is your body okay?"

Manager Wang smiled: "Princess, Your Majesty Hongfu is very strong. I just feel sorry for you, Princess, who have worked hard all the way, so I let you go and rest first."

Tianxiang let go of the sudden suspension of her heart.

At this time in the previous life, the father had already been poisoned by the poison of wanting to be immortal. Fortunately, because of the restraint of the prince in this life, his father's body should be fine.

She generously rewarded the prince with a bag of golden beans, and went back to the princess mansion with Feng Suzhen.

The servants of the princess mansion were already waiting in line at the gate, Taoer and Xinger saw the imperial chariot of the princess and son-in-law from a distance, immediately beamed with joy, and hurried over to help.When they saw the couple getting off the imperial chariot, they both changed their faces in a daze.

Especially Tao'er, who looked dumbfounded, as if she had been greatly frightened.

Seeing this, Tianxiang smiled and said: "Tao'er, why, don't you know this princess?" She wondered in her heart, could it be that she has become dark or rough outside these few months?

Tao'er pointed at Tianxiang and stammered: "Princess, son-in-law, you have only been out for a few months, how come you even gave birth to a baby?"

As soon as this remark came out, Tianxiang and Feng Suzhen looked at each other in blank dismay.Tianxiang handed the little flower in her bosom to Feng Suzhen, freed her hand to poke Taoer's forehead: "Do you think this princess is a cat or a dog, will it come to fruition in three or four months? Silly Taoer!"

After Tianxiang returned to the mansion, she kept busy, she brought back many small things from her bosom, and busy rewarding them to the servants in the mansion.

Feng Suzhen looked funny, what new things have you never seen in the majestic Princess Mansion?Besides, it's fine to leave this matter to Nanny Zhuang, why does she need to distribute gifts by herself?

After laughing, Feng Suzhen still helped her organize all kinds of things.

After thinking about it, she pulled out a sword with a cold light from the cage, and she jumped suddenly.

Seeing her draw out the sword, Tian Xiang hurriedly said: "Hey, it's here—oh, there's no room for a sword in my princess mansion..."

Feng Suzhen smiled and said: "The sword is for use, why is it for swinging?" She looked down at the sharp blade and frowned.

Tianxiang was curious: "Why, have you taken a fancy to this sword?"

Feng Suzhen shook her head: "No, I just feel that this sword is very powerful. The decoration is so simple and unpretentious, it doesn't look like a royal utensil, and it doesn't look like something you would have as a princess."

Tianxiang praised: "I have good eyesight, this is the sword brother Jian left for me before leaving. Of course, the murderous sword has a strong evil spirit! Hey, I don't know if he is okay at the front line, I have to ask someone to go there in two days Gu Chengen asked there."

Feng Suzhen smiled, and an imperceptible strangeness flashed in her indifferent eyes: "After all, it is the person you recommended, so naturally I want to greet you."

She turned around, took down the unsharp sword that was originally hanging on the wall of the main hall of the princess mansion, and hung up the red sword, which was right to be used as a town house.

After a lot of busy work, it was evening before he knew it, and the emperor came to the princess mansion in person.

"I heard that you brought a gentleman from Huailai? A firearm maker?" After a few pleasantries, the emperor asked Song Changgeng straight to the point.

Seeing that Tianxiang nodded his head in confirmation, the emperor scolded him solemnly: "Stupid! Your brother is pedantic, and you found such a master for him. Could it be that you really intend to make your brother a craftsman?"

Tianxiang hugged the emperor's arm and acted coquettishly: "How can it be!" She briskly introduced Song Changgeng's life to the emperor: "Although Mr. Song is a craftsman, he is also a learned Confucian. My brother learned a lot from him. , more governors than before!"

"It sounds good, don't just change from being obsessed with wood to being obsessed with firearms!" The emperor hit the nail on the head.

Tianxiang laughed dryly.

"Where is he now, I want to see him." The emperor said suddenly.

Tian Xiang froze: "Who does Emperor Father want to see?"

The emperor said indifferently: "I want to meet Mr. Song who you boast about. Where is he now?"

Song Changgeng was originally placed with Zhang Shaomin, since the emperor wanted to summon him, he couldn't ignore it, and someone immediately prepared a car to pick him up.

The emperor did not summon Song Changgeng in the palace, but chose Tianxiang's Princess Mansion.

When the lights came on, Song Changgeng walked slowly through the long corridor. No one urged him, no one was anxious. After all, he was an old man who was a master. All he looked at was awe-inspiring. He walked step by step. Practical and steady.

After nearly a hundred years of life, he will finally meet the monarch who has dominated the land under his feet for 30 years.

At this moment, he was pleasantly surprised and calm.

There is no need to explain the reason for the surprise, but the calmness is because he has known it for a long time.

I have known for a long time that the arbitrary monarch will urgently meet with him.This was something that the son-in-law Feng Shaomin had confirmed with him as early as a month ago.

"Grassman Song Yingxing, see Your Majesty, long live my emperor—"

"No, no," the emperor said in a deep voice, "you should be several rounds older than me by the looks of you, so don't salute, just sit down and talk."

Song Changgeng didn't refuse, got up and took a seat aside.

"You are also an octogenarian, and it is awkward for me to call you by your first name. Do you have a name?"

Song Changgeng said: "Caomin, the name is Changgeng."

"Chang Geng..." The emperor was taken aback, "But the Chang Geng who enlightened Chang Geng?"

Song Changgeng nodded: "Exactly."

The emperor was stunned for a moment, regained his senses, pulled himself together and continued: "Chang Geng, I have read your "Heavenly Creation of Things". It covers everything and understands by analogy. It is indeed a rare masterpiece of practical learning."

"The emperor's praise." Song Changgeng said modestly.

The emperor changed the topic: "It's just that after reading the whole article, I saw that although Mr. talked about cinnabar and red alum, he didn't mention the art of alchemy..."

Sure enough... as expected, the emperor hurriedly asked about alchemy.

A trace of bitterness flashed across Song Changgeng's old face, he cheered up, and did not refute it like his usual attitude, but started to talk about it.

Right now, the emperor and Song Changgeng are chatting in the study of the princess mansion, Feng Suzhen and Tianxiang can only hang out in the garden outside the study.

It's already early winter, and there is only a desolate pool left in the small garden of Anzhi Tinglan.

It was a lush early summer when I left Fashion, and a season had passed when I came back, the scenery in the garden had changed drastically, and the two of them felt a little bit embarrassed.

"'Xianyuntan's shadows are long, and things change and stars move for several autumns'," Feng Suzhen sighed, "I think all partings in the world need to be cherished. Who knows which parting is not a long time?"

These words are very frustrating, but Tianxiang knows a part of Feng Suzhen's heart, she will almost never come back here again, so it is natural to feel this way.

But thinking about Tianxiang in her previous life, she hadn't visited Li Fengshi in person for ten years, and when she met again, it would be forever.

Tianxiang's heart trembled, and suddenly she couldn't help feeling afraid, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Feng Suzhen's sleeve.

Feng Suzhen was surprised: "What happened to the princess?"

Embarrassed, Tianxiang said casually: "October is coming soon, why are you only wearing so little?" After a closer look, she felt regretful, Feng Suzhen was wearing exactly the fur she had chosen for her in her bosom.But it was hard to change his words at this time, so he stretched out his hand to touch the smooth sable fur without doing anything, and frowned: "This dress looks good at first, but now it seems that it is impure and not fully used. It's the best leather, but it's a little thinner. It just happens that the emperor will give it to you tomorrow, so you can replace it."

Feng Suzhen said with a smile: "The emperor bestowed fur, how can you wear it on your body, you have to confess it."

Tianxiang rolled her eyes: "Giving clothes but not wearing them, giving food but not eating, waste."

Feng Suzhen's eyes flashed, she looked down and said: "It's true that I already have a good fur coat that fits me well, and I'm already familiar with it, so I don't want to change even the best clothes."

"Oh?" Tianxiang was elated, "Then have you worn the socks I made?"

"Hmm..." Feng Suzhen was recalling where she stuffed her criss-crossed socks, while urging Tianxiang: "Tomorrow is the court meeting of the Cold Clothes Festival, and the emperor will sacrifice to the sky. This ritual should take at least two or three hours. It’s tormenting people. Go in and persuade me, don’t chat too late.”

Tianxiang curled her lips indifferently. The ancestor worship during the Winter Clothes Festival is not comparable to the ancestor worship during the Winter Solstice. Not only is the process much simplified, the emperor is just going through the motions. It's just palace people, who dares to work for the emperor to distribute clothes?

"The villain's knowledge is poor, so how do you know so much? Please tell me more, Princess," Feng Suzhen teased, "However, female relatives are never allowed to participate in sacrifices to heaven and court meetings. There are only men in the hall. The princess must have never seen it in person, right?"

Tianxiang smiled and said: "My son-in-law, don't you know that 'only women and villains are difficult to raise'?"

Feng Suzhen was puzzled: "Princess, why are you scolding yourself so politely?"

Tianxiang rolled her eyes and didn't explain.

The first day of October is the Cold Clothes Festival, the day of worshiping ancestors.

Folk ancestor worship is nothing more than three animals and five grains, and at most they open ancestral halls to worship, while royal ancestor worship is to worship the sky. After all, the monarchy is granted by heaven, and the emperor has always regarded himself as the son of heaven.

When the five watch drums sounded, all civil and military officials gathered outside the circular mound in the southern suburb of the imperial city.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was lengthy and complicated. The emperor was old and could no longer live with such a process. It stands to reason that the crown prince should perform the salute on behalf of the emperor, but no one dared to make such a suggestion directly.

Therefore, this year's Winter Clothes Festival is the same as in previous years, simplified a lot, and does not require the emperor to perform the etiquette of kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

But unexpectedly, after the emperor personally worshiped the ancestors, he entrusted the prince with the task of sending the emperor's queen Wang Liao.

Not to mention others, even the prince himself couldn't believe it.

Wearing a heavy dress, he walked tremblingly towards the center of the huge altar step by step.

This step is as heavy as a thousand weights, but he finally came to the middle. He looked around carefully, looked at the sacrifices in the cauldron furnace that were tumbling with the flames, and said, "The emperor is yin and yang..." Exit, he was taken aback by himself, why such a big commotion?

After all, he is no longer just the former carpenter prince. Although this room is solemn, it is a peaceful and peaceful place after all compared to the arms of soldiers approaching the city.

He quickly adjusted his state of mind, and continued to chant: "...The fortune is Zhang, the gods give birth to the seven states, the essence is light..."

It doesn't matter whether the prince's tone of voice is ups and downs or his demeanor is beautiful when he recites. The important thing is that he is standing in front of the altar in such a capacity at this moment. The significance of this is enough to comfort the old officials. Old tears.

Feng Suzhen raised her head and saw that although the crown prince was cramped but still calm, he was not disrespectful, so she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like the joy of having a young son in my family.

If it wasn't for Huailai's encounter and Song Changgeng's enlightenment, the prince would definitely not have the style he is today.Thinking of this, Feng Suzhen couldn't help but think of Tianxiang, everything today was created by that savage little princess.

Just as she was thinking about it, an accident happened suddenly——

"hiss--"

A sudden sound interrupted the prince's generous eulogy.The voice was very sharp, it went straight to the heart, all civil and military officials covered their ears tightly, for fear of being harmed by this voice.

The emperor sitting on the throne also crooked, looking around in horror.

A very different voice suddenly sounded from the center of the altar: "Where is the son of tomorrow, so that the child is raped?!"

The officials were in an uproar, looking around, but there was no one who made the sound.

Immortal sacrifice, what kind of crime is this? !

The prince was dumbfounded, and the emperor jumped up from the throne, and asked loudly: "May I ask who the sacred person is here to criticize?"

Feng Suzhen came out of the ranks after a brief moment of stupefaction, wandering around, looking for the source of the voice, Li Zhaoting saw this, and followed her.

The major events of the country lie in sacrifice and Rong.

Worshiping the heavens is a national event, arranged by the Ministry of Rites, and Yuxian Guoshi and his supporters were not present.Feng Suzhen's eyes were dazzled, and she couldn't directly see the traitor from anyone's face.

The voice rang out again—"I am a disciple of the Taishang Laojun, Tsinghua Shangxian, and I am here to enjoy the sacrifice of food. Are you the son of heaven? Husband to make others prostitute?!"

The emperor was shocked, tremblingly walked to the center of the altar, and knelt down beside the prince. When he knelt, the prince followed him, and all the officials also knelt down. The two standing Feng Suzhen looked very abrupt. , she saw the knife in the eyes of the emperor, but had no choice but to give up searching, and pulled Li Zhaoting to the ground together.

The emperor replied: "My mortals, because I have a mortal body, I can't bear the complicated sacrifices, so my son, the prince of the current dynasty, and the vice-lord of the country, will perform the duties on his behalf!"

The voice sneered: "Hey, the deputy king of the country is embarrassed by the heavy burden of the country; why is the king of the world so weak!"

The emperor panicked in his heart: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the samsara that mortals must pass through. My disciple has cultivated immortality for many years but has not achieved the true result. I hope the immortal family will show mercy and teach me the art of immortality!"

The voice paused, and said: "You are not sincere enough, can you get this alchemy? There is a phenomenon of Taibai Jingtian this year, how will you resolve it?"

As soon as Taibai Jingtian's words came out, all the officials were in an uproar.

The emperor was shocked: "Please show me the immortal!"

The voice gave a long sigh and read: "If you want to live forever, you should ask my teacher Li Er; if you want peace in the world, you should ask Taibai Xingjun. This year, the winter solstice will be sacrificed, so don't perform sexual sacrifices again. It is necessary to choose a good site and build a high platform, three feet three feet from the sky, and nine thousand nine thousand ninety-nine feet from the ground. Carve out gold for the pillars, and carve silver for the platform. You must know that there are phoenixes in the garden, and there is no such fairy in the country. Do you know what to do?"

The emperor responded: "I understand, I understand!"

The sound of "hissing" sounded again, and everyone hurriedly covered their ears. The emperor endured it patiently, until finally everything was silent.

The Tsinghua Immortal should have left, the emperor was sweating profusely, knelt down on the ground, unable to get up, the prince saw this, he quickly stretched out his hand to help.

The emperor got up and looked at the prince, with a complicated expression, he broke away calmly and returned to the throne.

All civil and military officials were in a daze, only the prince woke up first, and sang the salute: "The ceremony is over——Luan drove back to the palace—"

Feng Suzhen was anxious and looked around for Zhang Shaomin, finally, she found a familiar gaze in the bustling crowd.

Zhang Shaomin raised his chin towards her, and stood still on the spot.Feng Suzhen knew that he wanted to leave a secret to find out this place, so she breathed a sigh of relief.She nodded back to Zhang Shaomin, stretched out her hand and clenched her fist.Zhang Shaomin raised his eyebrows, understood her meaning, and nodded emphatically.

Feng Suzhen twisted her body and passed several important officials whose official positions were higher than her own, and headed straight for the prince's car.

Hundreds of officials and ministers headed for the imperial city mightily.

The author has something to say:

After being unrestrained for too long, I still have to return to the main line.

This volume sets up the record.

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Regarding Zhang Shaomin's suspicion of Feng Suzhen, at the end of the last volume, Dongfang Sheng helped cover it.