In the fifth year of Xihe, on the third day of the third month of March, a full year after the death of Empress Xiaoyuan, the emperor finally waited for the day of the spirit.

The emperor, who had burned incense and fasted three days in advance, took his concubine and hundreds of civil and military officials to ascend the Baizhang high platform to summon the soul of the deceased queen.

Hundreds of people inside and outside the capital flocked to the western suburbs of the capital, and even officials from all over the country ordered people to quietly go to the capital to investigate.

The emperor walked alone, walking up the stairs heavily guarded by the guards, the bright yellow dragon robe brushed over the exquisite patterns on the floor tiles, and the face under the jade crown flickered in under the golden light shining through the window, no one could see clearly, what kind of rapid undercurrent was hidden under the emperor's calm face.

The ministers had never seen what it looked like inside this magnificent and majestic soul conjuring platform, and at this time, they all raised their eyes to see this high platform, which cost tens of thousands of people and countless silver, to see it clearly.

The floor tiles paved with white jade, finely carved, the four walls are pasted with gold foil, only a small air window is opened, and the top of the head is carved beams and paintings, and the fairies and gods are listed in the exquisite murals, ethereal and smiling, and under the dim and dim light, what illuminates their way forward is the huge night pearl of the East China Sea on the wall!

Luxury is no longer enough to describe this high platform, which can also be called the "Conjuring Tower", this is already a desperate luxury!

The officials who live far away in the temple and did not feel it personally in the great drought last year, even if the heart of worrying about the country and the people has been tempered in the wind and rain for so many years and is indifferent to the common people, but at this moment, they can't help but shake in their hearts - if these white jade and gold leaf night pearls are all turned into silver taels for disaster relief, then how many of the people who were displaced last year do not have to die of hunger and thirst?

No one dared to look up at the emperor who was far ahead, but they were all clouded with a haze in their hearts.

In ancient times, Qin Shi Huang repaired the Great Wall and caused public resentment, and then the tyrant Emperor Yang of Sui repaired the Grand Canal and finally died in the country, but those two piles can still benefit the country, but now the emperor built this spiritualist platform is only because of a dead woman!

What is the difference between this and the king of the former dynasty who died to build a deer platform for his favorite concubine?

Could it be that the person in front of him wants to be the king of the lost country, and the courtiers who follow them all the way must also be the ministers of the dead country?

Before reaching the top, many people have already shed tears.

At the top of the Baizhang high platform, there is a large hall with a wide field of vision that is more than ten zhang square, and there is no need to use the night pearl to illuminate, but in the hall, it is a more luxurious scene.

The incense candles burned quietly, even if the wind howled in the sky on the high platform, blowing people's robes fiercely, the green smoke of the incense candles never shifted by half a minute!

Bead curtain jade, golden splendor, around a Taoist incense burner, the incense burner three legs, deep purple, at a glance you know that it is purple gold casting, the carved pattern on it, simple vicissitudes, at a glance, suddenly there is a sense of turmoil in the soul, as if to look at it again, the soul of the person will be sucked into the general!

The ministers were terrified - they hated Zhan Shichun, an old Taoist priest, in the past, but now they can't help but shudder!

Behind the incense burner, there is a raised platform, and two golden seats have been placed, I don't know what it is for.

In front of the incense burner, he was dressed in a Taoist robe, with wide robes and large sleeves, and the fairy spirit of the old Taoist priest turned his head and saluted the emperor respectfully:

"Weichen see the emperor!"

The emperor bowed his head slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Are you all ready?"

"Everything is ready, just ask the two mothers to return to their places. ”

Wei Wan and An Zhulin, who followed the emperor all the way, were tired and sore, and after listening to Zhan Shichun's words, they all stood quietly, and their hearts were like drums.

The Emperor turned around, his eyes brushing over the two of them, and finally softened his voice:

"Don't be afraid, just replenish the soul for one of you. ”

Wei Wan lowered her head and agreed, but An Zhulin's heart was cold, and he looked at Zhan Shichun in horror - it can only complete a person's soul, so what will happen to the rest of the person?!

Wei Wan and Xu Chenghuan look exactly the same, and their temperament is exactly the same as Xu Chenghuan, is she the one who Xu Chenghuan is reincarnated, and she still can't escape the fate of being exposed?

Zhan Shichun didn't give An Zhulin a single look, leaving her trembling in endless panic, walking step by step to the high platform behind the incense burner.

Under the high platform, everyone looked up, and their eyes were extremely close, but they couldn't see what kind of scene was on the dazzling high platform.

Bai Chenghuan only parked the carriage in the distance, and did not come close.

Mr. Yuan stood in front of the carriage and talked to her.

"Princess Shizi, do you feel that there is something wrong with the emperor leading a hundred officials to come today?

Hearing Mr. Yuan say this, Bai Chenghuan also saw the scene of the dragon robe in front of him and the hundred officials in the back.

She thought about it with her eyebrows, and a terrifying thought arose in her heart - from the very beginning, Zhan Shichun said that he wanted the hundred officials to follow, if at this time, someone intended to cause chaos, as long as he controlled the Imperial Forest Army guarded under this high platform, wouldn't the emperor and the hundred officials be completely rounded up and become fish and meat under other people's swords?

But after accepting her proposal, Zhan Shichun didn't say that he had other plans, so what did he want to do?

Or is she careless, there are others behind Zhan Shichun?

"Order someone to tell Fu Han to always be on guard, if there is really any turmoil, at least don't let us fall into a passive position. Bai Chenghuan said to Mr. Yuan, looked around at the bustling crowd for a week, and added a sentence:

"It's better not to hurt the innocent. ”

Mr. Yuan smiled and arched his hand: "My subordinates also feel that this is the case at this time, and the princess is merciful." ”

Bai Chenghuan didn't know whether he was praising or deprecating about his softness, so he didn't say much, and refocused his gaze on the high place of the Soul Conjuring Platform.

On the high platform behind the incense burner, two women in brocade were already standing in front of the high platform.

Zhan Shichun stretched out his hand to open the lid of the purple gold incense burner, and a thick fragrance suddenly spread out in the hall, refreshing people's hearts.

The spirit of the hundred officials was lifted, and he saw Zhan Shichun turn around, pick up a slightly faded red ruyi knot from the tray in the hands of the apprentice serving behind him, put it into the purple gold incense burner, and then picked up a dagger and handed it to the emperor:

"Your Majesty, let's start. ”

Without the slightest hesitation, the emperor took the dagger and slashed it on his wrist, and strings of blood dripped into the capital incense burner!

"Your Majesty, don't do it!"

Seeing this scene, the ministers who had just woken up from a dream exclaimed one after another, the emperor of the Ninety-Five Venerable, the blood of the true dragon was flowing in his blood, how could this be?

Zhu Siming, the head of the household, stood closest to the emperor, didn't care about his manners, rushed forward, and tightly covered the emperor's wound with a handkerchief, but was frightened by the emperor's gloomy gaze when he turned back.

"Stand back for me!" the Emperor's angry shouts stopped his ministers from stepping forward.