[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

Bo Yicheng's heart was shocked, and he suddenly lost the courage to meet him.

The vacillation in his heart was seen by Jiang Wuchen, he was ashamed, he saw how much the husband had done for the country, how could he be convicted based on other people's evasive words?

Bo Yicheng withdrew and quietly returned to his palace.

On the following day, he personally came to Jiang Wuyuan's house and told Jiang Wuyuan that he promised Jiang Wuyuan to sacrifice, but he had to use animals instead.

Now Funing Kingdom's excuse for war has become him, it doesn't matter if those people go or not.Jiang Wuyuan agreed, saying that the place of worship should be the highest place to shine.

The highest place is the North Tower.

Bo Yicheng spent five days ordering people to set up the altar, and arranged it in the way Jiang Wuyuan wanted.

The semi-transparent high platform is made of ice jade, and there are arrays made of complicated silk scarves hanging vertically around it. In the middle of the high platform is a complex octagonal pattern. Everything, including cattle and sheep heads and a dagger.

The sacrificial attire is bright red, as bright as flames, and it is the only eye-catching color in the entire palace.Jiang Wuyuan wore a dazzling array of decorations on his head and body. Starting from the court hall, he walked barefoot on the carpet step by step. His coat mopped the floor and was embroidered with intricate patterns, like spells or totems.

He has never worn red, because he has seen too much blood and hated it, but because of this, no one has seen how gorgeous he is when he is dressed in red.Against the background of the clothes, her face became more and more flirtatious, and her demeanor was cold and alienated, forming a stark contrast.

It was nearly a moment's journey from the court hall to the city wall, and he walked like this step by step, while the ministers and guards on both sides and everyone in the palace knelt in the most respectful posture.

Even if some people were unwilling, some secretly slandered, some ridiculed, and some remained silent, Jiang Wuyuan walked towards the altar step by step as if no one else was around.

Bo Yicheng stood in front of the dragon chair in the court hall, wearing the most solemn red and black dragon robe.The two are far apart, but they look like a happy couple.

Bo Yicheng's heart was a little touched, and he suppressed it.

Jiang Wuyuan went up to the tower, went to the center of the altar and knelt on the ground, the back of his clothes looked like peonies in full bloom, and everyone in the capital could see his appearance like a man descended from heaven.

The formation around the altar glowed when he raised his hand, suddenly the situation changed suddenly, dark clouds covered the city and covered the sky, the capital became extremely dark in just a few breaths, only the altar on that side was glowing faintly.

Suddenly, directly above the altar, dark clouds rolled like turbulent waves, and the wailing and screaming of hundreds of ghosts came out of the dark clouds.The oppression in the air was very permeating, and all those kneeling on the ground had cold hands and feet, and their faces were pale.

Jiang Wuyuan picked up the dagger placed on the table in front of him, and made a slash on the palm of his hand.Immediately, blood gushed out and dripped into the octagonal pattern below, and the blood flow filled the lines of the pattern, and in the next second, a blinding light burst out.

Some people in later generations still remember this sacrifice, saying that Xiangguo knelt on the highest tower in red that day, and the light from it made people blind for a moment.

Of course, this is something.

The light gradually faded along with the wailing of the ghosts, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone in, shining on every inch of the capital.

The hearts of the ministers were trembling, because they didn't know whether Jiang Wuyuan's practice was a demon or not.In private, someone suggested that if the altar was not demolished, just find someone to go up and try it out, and the surrounding ministers kept scolding them.

Even if you don't believe in Jiang Wuyuan, you can't disrespect God.

But the moment Jiang Wuyuan left the altar, the high platform of ice jade turned into powder and scattered in the loud noise, and disappeared into the air together with the offerings.

Some of the crowd were dumbfounded, some frowned, some panicked, and some bowed their heads in silence. Just like before, Jiang Wuchen walked back to the court step by step, bowed to Bo Yicheng, and completed the final ceremony of the sacrifice. step.

Bo Yi Chengxu gave a hand: "Thank you, sir."

"I'm very happy that Your Majesty can agree to this matter." Jiang Wuyuan suddenly seemed to be relieved, and smiled brightly: "Your Majesty..."

Then, without warning, he fell in front of Bo Yicheng.

In the last corner of my eye, I could only see Bo Yicheng's expression changed drastically and he rushed towards him.

After resting for three days, he woke up. The priest was consuming soul power. Although he came here with his own appearance, his body still belonged to the original owner. The original owner was a mortal.

When he woke up, Bo Yicheng was sitting not far from him, reviewing the memorial, and turned his head quickly when he heard the movement.

The complexion of the person who just woke up is still not very good, and his expression has returned to his usual smile.Bo Yicheng thought of his smile three days ago, that smile seemed to melt the ice and snow, and all other things in the world were eclipsed, only he radiated light in it.

Unexpectedly, the husband laughed genuinely, and he was so surprised that he couldn't move his eyes away.

"Sir," Bo Yicheng poured a glass of water and sat down on the edge of the bed, one hand supported his shoulder, and the other brought the glass in front of him, "Is it better?"

Jiang Wuyuan took a sip of water from his hand, thanked him and leaned on the bed: "It's much better, why is Your Majesty here with me?

"I don't worry about you." Bo Yicheng tucked in the quilt for him, "Is it like this every time you sacrifice?"

"Your Majesty has seen it." Jiang Wuyuan lowered his eyes: "I am also a mortal, and it is not easy to resist the misfortune of heaven and earth. Only a few percent of the sacrificed blood is useful, and the rest can only be resisted by me."

What a mess, thanks to him being able to make it up.

But Bo Yicheng obviously believed it, and began to feel annoyed that the lives of several people were so important to him, he hesitated and didn't say a few words, a bit like a child who did something wrong.

"This subject is for Yaotian," Jiang Wuyuan raised his hand to touch his hair, "It's also for His Majesty."

Bo Yicheng raised his eyes abruptly, and saw that man's eyes were like water, and his calmness was filled with warmth and gentleness, his palms were slightly sweating, and he couldn't bear it any longer, and hugged this man in his arms.

"His Majesty?"

"Only Mr. is for me," Bo Yicheng choked up, "Only Mr. is for me..."

Jiang Wuyuan patted him on the back lightly, coaxing him.

When Su Yangqing gave him the news that Funing was ready, a year and a half had passed. During this year and a half, the weather was smooth and the people lived and worked in peace. Everyone knew about the grand event a year ago. Sacrifice, attribute this to this, and there is also a small change in the direction of the wind in the court.

Such a long time of preparation, one is to train soldiers and horses, and the other is that with the help of Su Yangqing, Fu Ning has almost figured out Yaotian's background. Of course, this news cannot be obtained by Su Yangqing alone. The people behind her , it was Jiang Wuyuan.

Holding the letter written by Su Yangqing, Jiang Wuyuan sat by the bed and smiled secretly, lit the candlestick, and burned the letter completely.

The reason why the Funing Kingdom raised its troops was that the prince of Xiaguo Lingyuan was bedridden after being frightened, and because of the information provided by Su Yangqing, it was only a matter of time before he entered the border.

Jiang Wuyuan was sitting in the tent at the border gate, dispatching the soldiers and horses at the border gate with no expression on his face. It seemed that he used his troops like a god to resist and achieved a lot of results, but he was vulnerable inside. He looked livid after receiving repeated calls to surrender Bo Yicheng didn't speak.

The situation is not optimistic, and Bo Yicheng personally leads the expedition.

Another soldier came to report, saying that it was Funing who offered conditions, as long as Bo Yicheng handed over Jiang Wuyuan, the previous peace treaty could still take effect.