I'm still so majestic

Half a month after the army set off, Yanji's first ceremony to sacrifice to heaven after his rebirth arrived.

Worshiping the sky is different from praying for blessings. Yishan prays for blessings once a year, while the grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens takes place only once every five years. What the emperor has to do is not just fasting for seven days, but going to Xiangguo Temple to practice penance for one month. For foreign affairs, bathe in incense, purify your body, and then perform the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

Usually, we can pray for good weather and a surplus every year. This year is just the time, and we can pray for the invincible conquest, unify the universe, and break the Quartet.

The Ministry of Rituals made preparations early on, and only waited for the emperor to leave for Xiangguo Temple. In the past, Yan Zhou would always go with the late emperor during the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. Firstly, it was for glory, and secondly, it was also a good way to win over the emperor during the period of closed-door meditation. People are the best thing.

This time Yan Zhou was uncharacteristically silent.

It was at this time that Yingyi and Yingqi received news that Yan Zhou had conspired with the Quartet and the capital's dignitaries in an attempt to conspire with outsiders. The soldiers and horses they had recruited and bought all these years left for the north half a month ago, and are now hiding in the mountains outside the city. When Yanji goes to Xiangguo Temple, there is no master in the capital, so he will raise troops.

It is obvious that the rhythm of the palace is about to be forced.

Xie Wenzhuo read what was on the paper, and then burned it with the oil lamp: "What's your majesty's plan?"

The paper in his hand was licked by the flames, gradually wrinkled, and the flames were half-bright and half-dark.Yan Ji glanced at it, and smiled with his chin: "This Uncle Wang wanted to ascend to the throne since he was a child, and he had been unwilling for decades before he had the courage to force the palace now, and now that Heji is standing outside, the emperor leaves the palace, which is a rare event in a thousand years." How could I not give him a chance?"

Xie Wenzhuo smiled softly, his brows were full of connivance: "Okay."

Yan Ji looked at him: "Always say yes, spoiling me so much? Does that mean you will agree no matter what I ask?"

Xie Wenzhuo nodded.

Yan Ji raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed with the thought of success, his fingers slowly moved up along Xie Wenzhuo's legs, and finally smiled maliciously, spreading his palms to cover the latter's buttocks, and then squeezed slowly and ambiguously. .

He licked his lips: "Teacher, you understand me..."

Xie Wenzhuo's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head to watch him carefully. After a long time, a smile appeared on his face: "It's a minister who is stupid. After so long, he didn't know that His Majesty likes this posture. It's good, why don't you try it now."

Yan Ji assures that the aptitude Xie Wenzhuo said is absolutely different from what he thought.

He seems to have jumped into a pit.

But even if he understood it by this time, it was already too late.Xie Wenzhuo picked him up and walked towards the inner hall. After a while, the doors and windows of the inner hall were closed, and the ambiguous voice followed the wind, faintly resounding in the gentle breeze.

Outside the hall, Er Gouzi and Goudan are circling under the peach blossoms together.

Standing at the stone table, Lin Yin lamented that it is really enviable to say that prostitution in the daytime is really enviable, then he raised his head and looked deeply at the blushing person in front of him: "The weather is just right today and the scenery is beautiful, do you want to come out of the palace with me to see look?"

The person he was looking at looked over with a pair of clear eyes, his ears turned red and he lowered his head, for a long time, he hummed lightly.

The seventh day of August.

Xiangguo Temple.

On the first day of entering the temple, Xiangguo Temple thanked the guests, Yanji burned incense and took a bath, then changed into plain clothes, removed accessories, got up in the morning to chant Buddha together with the temple monks, practiced at dusk, and copied Buddhist scriptures at night. , sitting plainly on the futon, raised his head and smiled and looked into the distance, and suddenly he was amazed.

Xie Wenzhuo stood on the sidelines and looked down at Yanji, feeling that this person has really penetrated into his flesh and blood now, he couldn't let go, he just wanted to give his heart and all his softness to him go.

Yan Ji finished copying the last volume of Buddhist scriptures and stood up: "Wen Qing."

Xie Wenzhuo came back to his senses, stepped forward and kneaded his wrist: "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." Yan Ji bent his eyes: "When I was young, my mother liked to copy Buddhist scriptures alone in the small Buddhist hall. At that time, I only felt that it was boring, but now I feel that I have stayed in a place like Miyagi for a long time. It is a good thing for people who write more Buddhist scriptures, so they can feel at ease."

Xie Wenzhuo raised his eyebrows: "Is it not enough for you to feel at ease when I stand by your side?"

This sounds a little nasty.

Yan Ji rubbed his nose: "With all due respect, Taifu, the way you opened your love story today may not be right."

"..." Xie Wenzhuo laughed clearly: "Sure enough, we should do it directly."

These silent people turned into Yan Ji: "...the Buddha's pure land, this benefactor should pay attention to his words and deeds, otherwise it will be bad to be kicked out."

"It's so pitiful." Xie Wenzhuo lowered his head and rubbed Yan Ji's cheek: "If there is such a day, I still beg His Majesty to take me home."

There is no pressure to change this coquettish painting style.

Yan Ji narrowed his eyes and gave a hum, then stretched out his hand to pat his head: "Don't worry, as long as you behave well, my Xuanjing Palace will always be your place."

Xie Wenzhuo stretched out his arms to hug him, and smiled: "Okay."

One month after the Xiangguo Temple was repaired, there was a grand ceremony for offering sacrifices to heaven.

Yinshi got up, bathed and burned incense, changed plain clothes and put on heavy court clothes, and the golden crown was shining.

Yan Ji stood in front of the bronze mirror and took a look: "It's been a long time since I wore such heavy clothes."

"At important times, we should be more solemn." Xie Wenzhuo bent down to fasten his belt, said, and took out the brocade box next to him, which contained the red sandalwood Buddhist beads given by Abbot Yiqing last time: "This Wait a little bit, the mahogany is still a little weak, your majesty, put it on."

Yan Ji nodded, but he didn't exchange the peach wood beads in his hand, but put the red sandalwood beads on his right hand. Putting them on properly, he stretched out his hands: "Which one looks better?"

Xie Wenzhuo bent down and kissed his wrist: "Look, Yichen, Your Majesty's wrist is the most beautiful."

So flirtatious early in the morning.

"Serious and serious." Yan Ji put down his sleeves: "Speaking of which, is there any news from Yan Zhou? I have been away from the palace for so long, and my movements are too slow."

"He always likes to be self-righteous and cautious, and you know that too." Xie Wenzhuo said: "This month, soldiers and horses have been hiding in the mountains outside the city, and Ying San came to report that Yan Zhou is going to do it tonight. Most of China's defenses are on the side of Xiangguo Temple, which reduces a lot of risks for him."

"Too."

Yan Ji didn't continue this topic, and lowered his head to adjust his court clothes. After a while, a monk from Xiangguo Temple came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, the time has come."

"Okay." Yan Ji responded, then turned to look at Xie Wenzhuo: "Teacher, let's go."

Xie Wenzhuo nodded, stopped, and walked out with him.

The Jitian Pavilion is located on the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple. It is located on the top of the mountain. There are nine pavilions in total. Shining, on the steps, the eighteen monks of Xiangguo Temple stood in a circle, closed their eyes and clasped their hands together, singing Buddhist scriptures.

Yan Ji performed Buddhist rituals to them, then lit incense on the altar, went to sit among the monks, and chanted with his eyes closed.

At the hour of Chen, the bell of Xiangguo Temple rang.

After the bell rang, the incense burner changed incense and burned talisman papers. Eight hundred monks from Xiangguo Temple climbed to the Tian Pavilion and entered the eight lower pavilions respectively. They chanted scriptures in their hands. , as if from ancient times, distant and atmospheric.

At noon, the second bell rang.

After the bell rang, Yan Ji stood up, walked to the front of the altar step by step, clasped his hands together, bowed three times, stepped back while burning incense, and recited prayers.Master Yiguan and Xie Wenzhuo stood on either side of him, with equally solemn expressions.After Yan Ji finished reading the prayers, he poured all the Buddhist scriptures on the stage into the incense burner, finally bowed again, and slowly inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is completed.

Yan Ji straightened up, and was about to retract his hand when his wrist suddenly felt a pain from the shock, and then his wrist loosened. He looked down and saw three shining silver needles piercing the red sandalwood Buddhist beads on his right hand, which shattered the Buddhist beads with force. , a cyan color can be vaguely seen in the cracks, which is obviously highly toxic.

If Yan Ji hadn't deliberately brought the Buddha beads today, the place where the poisonous needle is now is the depths of his wrist veins!

Master Yiguan and Xie Wenzhuo shrank their pupils and walked forward abruptly. Yan Ji winked at them, then quickly tore off the broken Buddhist beads, let go, and when the Buddhist beads fell on the incense burner, softly Limp down on the edge of the altar.

The subjects below watched him fall, and there was a sudden sound of panic.

And at the same time as he fell, fireworks suddenly appeared in the sky above the capital, shouts sounded, and horseshoes and swords were faintly everywhere.

The capital is in chaos.

The emperor was assassinated, and the Miyagi mutiny.

People outside were panicked and terrified.

And at this time of panic, Yan Ji, who was rumored to have been assassinated in the secret room of the back hall of Xiangguo Temple, was lazily leaning on the imperial concubine's couch with a book in his hand, "What's going on outside?"

"As Your Majesty expected." Xie Wenzhuo said, "Yan Zhou's troops entered Beijing the moment you fell, and went straight to Miyagi. When he completely captures Miyagi, the rest is Xiangguo Temple."

"Sometimes I really don't know where his self-confidence comes from." Yan Ji sighed: "Did he really think that the Daqi military general only has one Heji?"

Xie Wenzhuo smiled: "So it's only natural that he will end up like this."

Yan Ji snorted, stopped talking, and opened the scriptures again. Xie Wenzhuo stood by the side and looked at him with a smile, and occasionally whispered a few words to him, the candle on the lamp stand in the corner slowly fell down , the night fell outside, but the sky was red with fire.

Unity time.

Xu time.

Hai time.

The bell of Xiangguo Temple rang three times, and the surrounding area was very quiet, not a single sound of killing could be heard.Yan Ji got up, stood by the window together with Xie Wenzhuo and looked out, the fire in the sky was dazzling, rising, and then slowly, weakening and fading.

At midnight, the evening bell rang, and the red light completely dissipated.

While the bell was ringing, Yan Ji lowered her eyes, stretched out her hand and gently closed the window, the emotion in Tao Hua's eyes faded to the extreme, and her voice was calm: "It's over."

Xie Wenzhuo looked at him with a gentle smile, and hummed.

That is to say, at the same time as his voice fell, the Xiangguo Temple bell stopped, and the steady voice came from outside, word by word, clear to the ears——

"The Miyagi Rebellion Party has been captured, and the minister's military department is open, and welcomes His Majesty back to the palace!"