"There is a book to play, but there is no book to retreat!" On the edge of the throne, the chief steward preached loudly at the top of his voice.

Ling Zhen people came to this court, but they didn't know where they flew. The scene of Qingxian Palace Shuanghua leaving in disappointment always lingered in her mind.

Holding his chin and looking at the gods under the court in a daze. It seems that after forcing her to take a concubine, there is no serious thing to do.

Look at Mu Lao again, his arrogance has not decreased, holding the jade brand and pooping with a big belly. Actually, there is no big belly, it just looks like it.

"Is Lady Dai out?" she asked casually.

The immortal who was in charge of the temporary position of Fang Yan walked out of the line, held the jade plate and bowed: "Back to Emperor Ji, without your approval, how can the last general dare to release people easily?"

Hearing this, Ling Zhen understood. It's no wonder that Feng Zhi would be so reckless as to break into her dormitory, thinking about this, the tunnel: "Let her go after the next court!"

"Yes, the last general commands!"

"Do the other Qing family have something to do?" Ling Zhen put down the hand supporting his chin and sat up.

At this time, a white-haired old man staggered out, holding a jade plaque and bowing to the emperor on the throne: "The ministers watch the stars at night, and it is expected that the catastrophe of the Eastern Palace in the past thousand years will come!"

As soon as these words came out, the people panicked, and the voices were boiling like an explosion.

In the last century, the war of gods and demons, since the fall of the emperor and the three realms, there have been many disasters, and Dongming lives alone in a corner compared to other tribes and alliances, and has always been smooth and peaceful, and there are few disasters. Now, if they can enjoy a peaceful land for a while, they will suffer bad luck, teach them how not to panic?

"Is there a way to crack it?" Looking at the various situations in the world, the word of catastrophe did not set off much of a wave in Ling Zhen's heart. In her opinion, the moon is still cloudy and sunny, let alone Dongmi!

"When Emperor Ji was born, the heavens and the earth were peaceful, and the minister implored Emperor Ji to open the altar to worship the heavens and pray for my Donggong!" the old man wailed, staggering and kneeling.

"Okay! As long as Ben Diji can do it, Ben Diji will definitely live up to the expectations of the gods of Donggong!" she stood up from the throne and said every word in a sonorous voice.

After the early dynasty, Ling Zhen went to the Temple of Heaven under the leadership of the female official, stood on the Temple of Heaven and looked, her vision was broad, as if the fate of the people in the world was in her hands.

She flipped through the records of the ancestors of the Eastern Palace in the past dynasties, and the most frequent of them was her mother Shuo Zhao, who was accompanied by her father several times.

It can be seen that tens of thousands of years ago, her mother planned the catastrophe of Donggong. The mother's good intentions will never be forgotten in her life.

"What do you need to prepare for opening the altar and worshipping the heavens?" she asked the female official standing behind her, putting down the jade slip recorded in the ancient text in her hand.

"This ...... Back to the emperor, the Temple of Heaven needs to prepare sacrificed animals, and the blood of people born when the lunar year is cloudy...... For the rest, you still have to ask the wizard to know. The female officer said cautiously, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

The blood of the emperor born in pure yin was the result of what she accidentally heard the wizard say, and in the process of telling Ling Zhen again, she changed the emperor to a human. But the more she talked, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she didn't dare to say any more, so she had to pull the wizard out as a shield.

But she still underestimated Ling Zhen, and when Ling Zhen heard that the lunar year was cloudy and the moon was cloudy, she knew that she must know something. Yes, Ling Zhen was born at that time.

"Ben Diji will ask the wizard, you can go down for the time being!"

After the female official left, Ling Zhen stayed in the Temple of Heaven for a long time, and she patiently read the jade slips about the sacrifice of the Temple of Heaven, and then looked at the scenery around the Temple of Heaven.

On the way back to Qingxian Palace, she passed by a palace. Outside the palace, the willows are green, the flowers are vibrant, the butterflies are varied, and the cheers of the birds can occasionally be heard. What a vibrant spring scene!

Ling Zhen started happily, and was about to go in to investigate, but he didn't expect a beautiful man in red to come behind him.

"Zishu is far away, and I ask the emperor to atone for his sins!"

The man's beautiful voice sounded from behind, Ling Zhen turned around, saw him dressed in red, took two steps back unconsciously, and pointed at him: "You......! Is it Ben Diji's husband and concubine?"

Obviously a little surprised, how could she be so lucky? She was two years old this morning, and now another one came out for her!

"Sub...... She read his name uncertainly, and seeing that he kept his head down, she gave up, bypassing him at a distance, and had no intention of going in.

"Emperor, please stay!" unexpectedly, the beautiful man stopped her.

Ling Zhen turned his head with an indifferent expression, and there was no embarrassing fake smile: "If you are not used to living, you can find the female official in charge of this aspect, and you don't need to ask Emperor Ben." ”

"Zishu sends Emperor Ji!" he bowed again, burying his head in a bow.

Ling Zhen turned around, a sympathetic look was stingy, and with the palace maid behind him, he left here in a mighty manner.

She made it clear at the beginning that they had a great life to pursue what they wanted, so why commit themselves to her pomegranate skirt.

Recently, Ling Zhen has been really tired, on one side of the government and on the other side of Shuanghua, which makes her exhausted, and she doesn't know why she is doing these things.

When she returned to Qingxian Palace, she didn't see Shuanghua, and she sat alone under the Bodhi tree to watch the falling flowers. Looking at it, a crystal clear tear fell inexplicably.

The tears seemed to carry a powerful magical power, spreading invisibly, and finally disappeared into the endless day.

His body was covered with white flowers, Ling Zhen was stunned for a moment, and raised his head. I don't know why, but there are so many more white flowers on the linden tree.

When she was excited, she held the white flowers next to her and sprinkled them to her heart's content, she no longer had to worry about the Bodhi flowers falling, and in the end only the scarce branches and leaves remained.

When people are tired of playing, they fall asleep on Bodhi. In her dream, she saw a woman in a white dress with waist-length blue silk. The woman was sitting quietly and cultivating, and her side was full of cyan lotus flowers.

Immediately afterward, there was a vicious word that disturbed people's dreams: "Ahaha-what is heaven? This seat is heaven! What is Tao? This seat is that way!"

Ling Zhen woke up and didn't feel sleepy. The dream came suddenly, which is not a good sign, and the more I think about it, the more worried I become.

Frost Bloom, Frost Bloom ...... She muttered in spite of her soul.

He summoned the spirit maiden and asked many questions about the cure of the spirits, as well as the elixir of youth on how mortals could prolong their lives.

The spirit girl was very embarrassed and gave different types of prescriptions. But how could he meet Ling Zhen's requirements?

Ling Zhen still had the idea of the emperor's holy relic, and she gave the spirit girl a secret decree, asking the spirit girl to find the relevant ancient books, and then bring them to her for reference.

After the spirit girl went down, she was left alone in the Qingxian Palace. One person enjoys the night alone, the night dew is very heavy, the Qingxian Palace is very cold, and the flowers outside the window are all silent. The single pillow bed, the brocade is difficult to warm, and she tosses and turns.