Wishful Things

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

On the eve of offering sacrifices to the Taimiao, Xu Mingyi was taking a walk in the garden of Zhen Guogong's mansion to digest food.

It's just that it's not her who needs to digest, but the big bird behind her.

Dinner is for the whole family to get together, so naturally it is indispensable, and during the dinner, I don't know if the big bird sensed something, ate it up, had a good dinner, and told it to go to the execution ground The meaning of the pre-decapitated meal came.

As for the matter of supporting herself, Tianmu also knew it well, so she just obediently followed behind her at this moment.

The autumn night is cool, and it is pleasant to take a walk like this.

Xu Mingyi looked up at the top of his head, the stars were densely packed on the blue night, and a few of them flickered faintly under a closer look, which was really beautiful.

"Yes, the old slave has memorized it..."

After walking out of a small path, Xu Mingyi faintly heard low voices.

The other party happened to be coming in her direction, and within a few steps, they met head-on.

"Father."

Xu Mingyi blessed his body.

Xu Jin responded with a smile, and the old servant behind him saluted Xu Mingyi: "Miss."

Xu Mingyi nodded: "Uncle Yun."

"Zhaozhao also came for a walk?" Xu Jin asked with a smile, his cheeky face was like a big cat, with a gentle expression that had been there for ten years. There seemed nothing unusual about this appearance, but it had an invisible power to comfort people's hearts , when approaching him, it gives people a sense of relaxation that "everything is a small matter"——

At this time, he looked at his daughter with a smile and said: "If nothing happens, let's go for a walk with my father."

"Okay." A smile appeared on Xu Mingyi's face.

The father and daughter walked and talked slowly.

Tomorrow is a crucial time, but the atmosphere between father and daughter is extremely leisurely.

"Is Zhaozhao reluctant to leave home?" Xu Jin asked, his eyes sweeping across the scenery in front of him.

"There are some." Xu Mingyi said: "But only a little."

In her previous life, she married Ning Yang far away and lost her family, so she really left home——

And this time, she didn't leave alone.

Xu Jin nodded with a smile, seeming to understand what his daughter hadn't finished saying, and said, "Home is where there is family, and tomorrow we will be able to see tomorrow and your second uncle."

Hearing his casual and determined tone, Xu Mingyi couldn't help being curious: "Isn't father afraid of accidents?"

Even though everything has been arranged repeatedly, the risk of tomorrow's event is still extremely high, but if one link goes wrong, the worst outcome will be waiting for them.

"Eating and drinking enough, what's so scary about my father and daughter here?" Xu Jin answered more and more casually.

Xu Mingyi glanced at his father, and joked, "You don't worry about anything."

Xu Jin smiled and asked back: "Who made my father and my daughter so capable?"

Even if he is a rice bug, he has to have conditions. This is called having capital!

Uncle Yun who followed behind also smiled.

This scene seemed very ordinary, and so did the laughter, as if everything was quiet, but it was not the case when it fell to Xu Mingyi's ears at this time.

Due to tomorrow's plan, it is doomed that Uncle Yun and others will not be able to act together.

She slowed down two steps, her voice was very soft but very solemn: "The next thing is to work hard on Uncle Yun."

"Miss, what are you talking about? These are just the duties of old slaves." Uncle Yun also fought with Lord Zhen Guo in bloody winds when he was young, and now he assured in a relaxed tone: "Miss and the old man Just take care of big things, family affairs, and leave it to the old slave with confidence."

Now that he is too old, he can't follow the general to lead the way, but fortunately, he still has some uses, and can still help take care of the family affairs.

Xu Mingyi looked at the old man, and his heart was touched: "Can Uncle Yun trust me and grandfather?"

"Naturally!" Uncle Yun answered decisively.

To put it bluntly, it has come to such a juncture. The old man and the girl don't have to worry about their lives, but in order to protect them as much as possible and for the arrival of this day, the old man has started more than half a year ago. Started to prepare countermeasures.

"Okay, then Uncle Yun is waiting for us." Xu Mingyi repeated: "No matter what, he must wait for us to come back."

"Yes, yes." Yun Bo replied repeatedly: "Miss, don't worry, this old servant will stabilize the situation and let everyone wait for our people with peace of mind."

After the last pause, he solemnly said: "But please do what you can, the lady and the old man, if you have a way, use it, if you really have no way, don't take risks. But all the people in our family are rough sweepers. Servants also understand some reason, if something bad happens for us people, that is the last thing everyone wants to see."

The lives of these people are worthless, and the old man and the girl still have the most important things to do, so it is really not worth taking risks for them.

Xu Mingyi didn't respond to these words, and only asked with a smile: "The army hasn't moved yet, why are you talking about frustration?"

Uncle Yun was stunned for a moment, then he smiled shamefully: "Yes... I'm old and confused, and my words are not pleasant to listen to, please forgive me, miss."

He said again: "The girl and the old man will be safe and sound, and everything will go well..."

While speaking, he took out something from his bosom and handed it to the girl: "This is something that the old slave has been carving and playing with in his spare time these days. If the girl doesn't dislike it, she can take it with her. It's just for good luck... ..."

Xu Mingyi took it, and saw that it was a small wooden sword carved from peach wood, but it was the size of a palm, but the lines were very delicate. Uncle Yun's hands are very dexterous, she got many trinkets carved by him when she was young, and she still puts them away properly now.

"Thank you Uncle Yun." Xu Mingyi smiled and held the things in his hands.

She will take it.

...

At dawn, Xu Mingyi got up as usual.

The servants in Duke Zhen's mansion also started sweeping everywhere, and steam rose from the kitchen, everything was orderly, just like every ordinary morning in the past.

In the Taimiao, the surroundings are much busier than in the past.

The palace people walked through the halls, preparing for today's sacrifice.

The morning sun rose slowly, and the vast sunlight fell on the glazed tiles, forming a layer of almost transparent golden light.

At three quarters of the hour, the holy car arrives.

The emperor’s sacrificial clothes and chariot left the palace from Chengtianmen, and brought everyone in at the south gate of the Taimiao Temple. After passing through the three bridges and crossing the Yuhe River, they entered the middle gate. After burning incense in the censer and prostrating, he passed through the halberd gate again and came to the front of the main hall.

Zhen Guogong was behind the emperor, looking up at the main hall.

The main hall is wide and deep. It is located on a white marble xumizuo. The beams and columns are covered with agarwood, and the feet are paved with gold bricks.

When the first emperor was still alive, he told him that he must be worthy to enjoy the Taimiao, so as to save each other from being lonely. After death, there is no one to talk to.

Now it seems that most of them can't.

His so-called hero is destined to become a traitor.

If the first emperor really had a spirit, knowing his decision, he doesn't know how he would view right and wrong.

But no matter what, he had to do it.

If we really meet at the spring, he will ask the first emperor to punish himself with three cups—he is a humble dog, and his son is a real dog. He gave birth to such a dog son. talent?

Duke Zhen Guo followed Emperor Qingming to pay homage to this talent, and then went to the middle hall again.

The throne of the first emperor is here, after a tedious process of sacrificial offerings, the empress dowager is beginning to show signs of fatigue, Emperor Qingming looked respectful and said, "If the empress mother is tired, you might as well go to the Zhaidian to rest..."

The great sacrifice is over, and as for the worship of the distant ancestor gods in the back hall, the concubines and concubines in the back palace don't have to accompany them at all.

The queen mother nodded and said: "The Ai family will go to the Zhaidian to chant scriptures and talk to the late emperor..."

"The concubine accompanied the mother and went there together." The queen bowed to the emperor and said, "The concubine will take my leave first."

This is according to the rules, Emperor Qingming didn't notice any difference, he just nodded.

"I'm with Madam too!" Princess Jingrong grabbed the corner of the Queen Mother's clothes and said with a smile, "Madam must have brought caramel!"

"..." Several officials couldn't help but look over, whether the eldest princess's illness will be cured after all?

The master of Yufeng County tried not to show any disgust.

Every time she brought Xie Dingning to appear in front of people, her face would die for a while.

"Let's all go, I agree." Emperor Qingming smiled, with a friendly and conniving tone, and said to Concubine Rong: "I saw that Zhang'er was crying a little bit ago, or was hungry, so let's take him there together."

Concubine Rong agreed, and retreated behind the queen mother with the nanny who was holding the little prince, hesitated for a moment, but did not follow to the Zhai hall.

From today until now, she has not found a suitable opportunity. If she goes to the Zhaidian with the Queen Mother again, she may not have a chance to get close to the emperor before returning to the palace!

The emperor still had to go to the back hall to offer sacrifices to the gods, and according to past habits, after offering sacrifices to the gods, the emperor had to rest for a while in the side hall to discuss the sacrifice with all the officials.

side hall...

Concubine Rong's thoughts moved slightly, and she took a few maids and nurses into the side hall on the pretext that the little prince was very hungry.

Seeing it in her eyes, Mammy always feels that something is wrong... It's not that the empress is acting abnormally today, it's because it's too normal, so normal, is it really normal?

Mammy couldn't help feeling anxious secretly—she was afraid of the abnormal lady, and she was also afraid of the lady who was too normal. Is there anyone present who is more difficult than her?

As everyone knows, there really are.

Accompanied by Emperor Qingming's side, Master Guoshi was dressed in a Taoist robe, as if holding a fairy wind, and his gestures and gestures were extremely calm.

But in his heart, he was thinking and looking forward all the time-when will the organization send someone to pick him up and run away? He has everything ready, just waiting to run!

However, if you can't run away for a while, you have to continue acting.

The national teacher followed Emperor Qingming to the apse, lit three sticks of incense on the incense burner, and handed them to the emperor.

Amid the lingering incense, Emperor Qingming's face turned slightly pale.

Or it has been a long time since I have walked around for such a long time. After nearly two hours of tossing and sniffing incense, I feel a little chest tightness, and my legs and knees also start to tingle faintly.

He took the green incense, bowed with force, and wanted to insert the incense into the incense burner on the table, but his hands trembled unsteadily, and the three green incense scattered and fell down, one of which burned to the surface of his right hand superior.

"emperor……!"

Li Ji exclaimed and hurried forward.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites standing on the side also saw this scene. Compared with the emperor being scalded, whether the scalding was serious or not, what they cared more about at this time was-it was just an incense stick, but it could be scalded? Is this because the emperor is too useless, or is the god expressing dissatisfaction?

Even if he thought this way, it was not good to be too indifferent. When he was about to surround him for concern and questioning, he saw Emperor Qingming's figure shaking, and he seemed about to lose his footing.

Li Ji and Ji Xiu hurriedly helped him up.

"What's wrong with the emperor?"

It can't be that you can't stand still when you are burned for a while because you are not good for use. This is obviously other discomfort.

"It's okay... I just feel a little short of breath." Emperor Qingming couldn't ignore the pain in his legs that seemed to be coming out of his bones, but he could only brace himself in front of the minister.

"Help Your Majesty out for a breath..."

"Help Your Majesty to the side hall! Xuan Tai Physician!"

——It’s just a sacrifice to Meng Qiu, but in the end, the imperial doctor was announced, can the emperor still do it?

Now at this juncture, if you have a good governance and a healthy dragon body, you have to take one, right? Can the emperor who doesn't touch any of them still want it?

The Minister of Rites sighed in his heart.

All the ministers Zhang Luo got busy, and Lord Zhen Guo also showed concern, and accompanied him all the way to the Zhongpei Hall.

Such a sudden situation caused a little fuss.

It's a good thing to be chaotic——Grandmaster Zhen looked up at the sun that had risen to the middle, and estimated the time in his heart.

In the side hall, seeing Emperor Qingming being helped in, Concubine Rong Gui was a little surprised, but a thought came to her mind... Seeing the emperor's appearance like this, it is undoubtedly a good time to make a move. Could it be that God wants to help her?

As long as she succeeds today, once the emperor dies, no one can suppress Xia Tingzhen, and Yue Lang will be saved...

The sick child of the crown prince, whose left hand was disabled due to falling into the water before, and even today's priests failed to follow him, has long been useless in the eyes of the courtiers, and is destined to be powerless to compete with her Zhang'er.

At that time, with Xia Tingzhen supporting Zhang'er to ascend the throne, the court situation will be under their control... She doesn't have to be afraid of anyone anymore, and she and Yue Lang will be able to stay together for a long time from now on!

Thinking of this, Concubine Rong hurried forward: "What's wrong, Your Majesty? Are you tired?"

"I'm fine, my concubine doesn't have to worry..." Emperor Qingming was supported by his servant and sat down in the chair.

Concubine Rong picked up the enamel teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea, and held it in front of Emperor Qingming: "Your Majesty, drink some tea and rest for a while, maybe you will feel better..."

Seeing this scene, the mother who was holding the child felt her heart beat wildly—how could the empress have completely changed her temper when she treated the emperor so courteously at such a critical moment?

As the saying goes, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Mammy patted the crying child and retreated subconsciously, feeling that the consequences of staying any longer might not be something she could bear...

"Don't cry, don't cry, let's go over there and catch butterflies, shall we..." The mother coaxed the child, and quickly walked down the stone steps—let's run farther away before we talk!

Emperor Qingming had already received the teacup from Concubine Rong.

"..." Concubine Rong's whole body was tense, her heart was beating like a drum, she couldn't even hold her breath.

As long as the emperor can drink this tea... Yue Lang will not have to die!