As the three teenagers pondered, a young girl slowly walked in front of everyone, respectfully performed a blessing salute, and then the screen around everyone was slowly opened.

The girl lightly opened her lips and said gently: "Ladies and gentlemen, there is still a moment when the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens will begin, and you can prepare in advance if you have any needs, so as not to be delayed by some miscellaneous matters when watching the ceremony." ”

Feng Jin glanced at the girl thoughtfully, looking at her clothes, this girl should be the peach blossom among the twelve flower gods.

March peach blossoms, April peonies, peach blossoms, can be called the beauty of the glamorous, according to the rules of Lihuayuan according to the flower arrangement, this girl must be an Oiran is undoubted.

However, at this time, this glamorous peach blossom Oiran has light makeup and no makeup, and her voice does not have a hint of seduction, which is not surprising.

Feng Jin glanced at the people who came to watch the ceremony on the seventh floor of Lihua Garden, either rich and kind, or majestic and solemn, or indifferent, and no different from ordinary people.

If there is any difference, it can only be said that the rich and kind people have a more confident and natural smile on their faces, the mighty and solemn people are less angry and self-assured, and the indifferent people have no waves in their eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

That's right, two million for a ticket, not to mention ordinary people, even people with a little skill in the rivers and lakes may not be able to earn so much money in their lifetime.

At this moment, the civil and military officials in the realm hall are preparing for the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens, and the children with a slight identity are also staying in the Pingxiang Palace.

The official of the Great Xia Jing, even if he is the crown general of Zhengwujing, the ceiling in the realm hall will not exceed one million a year. However, to be able to reach this status, Yulu will definitely not be able to represent income, especially the Minister of Zhengwujing of the Fifth Department, and Yulu can basically be said to be worthless in terms of their worth and wealth.

But this is just a private statement, which of the ministers on the surface dares to be so extravagant in the open?

In a trance, Feng Jin thought of the rich people in Qing'an City who had nothing to do all day long, drinking tea, chatting, admiring flowers, and teasing birds, and those uncles and uncles who were said to be inmeasurable.

Their smiles are a bit like those rich and kind people next to them, no, their smiles are more confident, more natural, as if they were born to be very happy, as if nothing can make them uncomfortable.

Watching everyone order some tea one after another, Mengtian on the side also recruited some sweetened Mingzhou jasmine tea.

According to what he said, he only hated to be born at the wrong time, and spent fifteen years of his youth, and it wasn't until two days ago that he didn't know that there was still Master Kong's jasmine honey tea in this world, and his favorite tea in his hometown!

In fact, if it weren't for Meng Lao's reward for giving him a loving old slap, this guy would have wanted to drink a few sips of "morning dew" early in the morning to rinse his mouth, and even Feng Jin and Feng didn't expect that this guy would be more hungry for morning dew than them.

Since he drank a few bowls in Lihuayuan that day, he borrowed money from Feng every day for the past two days and secretly went to buy morning dew to drink......

After the Mingzhou jasmine tea was refilled, the peach blossom oiran once again made a blessing to everyone, and then slowly walked to the side, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Just half a moment before the start of the ceremony, a long horn sounded in everyone's ears, and the sound of the horn continued for a long time, echoing on the plain, and could not be dissipated for a long time.

With the sound of this horn that resounded through the heavens and the earth, a five-horse chariot with a dark canopy roared out of the Pingxiang Palace, followed by hundreds of four-horse chariots, and the convoy galloped along the central street guarded by countless military guards, kicking up monstrous dust all the way.

After a short time, the convoy went out of the north city gate, and at this time, the people outside the city had already been evacuated by the hall soldiers out of a ten-zhang wide passage, so that the convoy did not stop to go directly to the bottom of the high platform of the sacrifice.

At this time, a man dressed in a gown with splendid mountains and rivers as the bottom and seven dots of real dragons slowly got out of the car, and the man was wearing seven crowns on his head, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

When the man in the crown got out of the car, countless people in gowns or official robes quickly came down from the hundreds of horses behind him, and everyone lined up in a very regular way to stand behind the man.

"That is the prince of Ping Xiang who is wearing a crown! The five people behind him who are wearing a crown are the marquis of the Liujing tribe of the five divisions of the southern border!"

"Look behind them, oh my God! The crown general of Zhengwujing and the five directors of the flawed five departments are here!"

"Oh my God, the one in the penultimate row is Liu Cheqi! The general of the Cheqi Cavalry in the fourth capital is actually in the penultimate row?"

"What's that, my cousin is Zuo Si Nongqing of the Defective Four Cities!

.........

As the officials who participated in the ceremony appeared, the crowd who came to watch the ceremony resounded one after another, when did the Beijing officials of Great Xia become so worthless? The four Beijing ministers who could determine life and death in one word could only follow the last row of the vast number of officials?

Under the leadership of Ping Xianggong, who was dressed in a crown, a vast contingent of hundreds of officials stood under the Jiuzhang high platform.

Just when the shadow of the large sundial in the center of Changshui City moved to a quarter of four, there was another long horn that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and this time the sound was obviously thicker than the last time, and there was a deafening bell in the middle.

With the sound of horns and bells, Ping Xianggong led the civil and military officials to slowly wait on the red carpet and walked towards the high platform. At this time, the civil and military officials also had a tacit understanding to distinguish, the military attaché was on the left, the civil official was on the right, and they stood on the steps in turn.

After the civil and military officials stood still, Pingxiang Gong and the five marquis of the southern border went up a few more steps and stood at the eight zhang of the nine-zhang high platform.

At this time, a man at the place of the nine zhang of the high platform held the false knots of the sun, moon and stars as the bottom and nine dots of the real dragon, step by step from the center of the nine zhang high platform, and stood in the center of the high platform and inserted it, and then faced the fake knots, bowed down and retreated to the original position in small steps, shouting: "Welcome - the emperor !!"

The voice was blessed by the power of heaven and earth, and the power of true qi spread, instantly resounding across the plain.

For a while, the deafening sound of sonorous gold and iron echoed on the plain, and the boundless, stubborn and stubborn Tang army all faced the false knot, holding a gun in one hand, neatly bowing their heads and kneeling on one knee!

On the high platform, the Pingxiang Gong, the five marquis of the southern border, and the civil and military officials are all kneeling on the ground facing the false festival, pressing the left hand and arching the right hand on the ground, hands in front of the knees, and heads behind the hands, performing the heaviest of the nine prostrations!

When the people who came to watch the ceremony saw this scene, whether it was on or under the city wall, or people far away in the suburbs, they all unanimously knelt down on their knees and bowed to the fake festival at the top of the nine-zhang high platform.

The whole world was silent for a while, and all the people who saw this scene on the plain, from the princes of the Qijing Realm, the civil and military officials, to the rich and noble gentry, the common people of Limin, and even the children of the sect and the reckless rangers, all of them were respectfully bowing towards the fake festival at the top of the nine-zhang high platform!

After this "Welcome to the Emperor", in the seventh floor of Lihua Garden, where Feng Jin and they were, everyone also glanced at each other.

Later, whether it was the rich and kind person with a smile on his face, or the mighty and solemn person who was not angry and self-assured, or the person who was indifferent and indifferent and had eyes like stagnant water, or even all the Oiran Flower Girls, the stewards of the Garden of Reli.

They all got up and stood up without saying a word, and then bowed to the false Jieyue on the nine-zhang high platform in the distance, bowing on both knees, and bowing.

At this moment, Feng Jin and the three of them were surprised to find that the old man on the side did not bow like everyone in this world, but only leaned over and arched his waist, pushed his hand for the bow, led the hand for the solemn, and made a solemn salute.

Of course, this scene was also seen by everyone on the seventh floor of Lihua Garden, and everyone's faces instantly changed color, staring at Meng Lao deadly, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

In the silent seven-story attic of Lihua Garden, one after another killing intent spread, and the power of various heaven and earth origins slowly gathered into a momentum, and the true yuan qi within a radius of several miles with Lihua Yuan as the center also slowly formed a whirlpool.

"This senior, as the people of Great Xia, whether it is the emperor in person or the arrival of the Jieyue, even the prince of the Qijing realm needs to perform the first salute, could it be that the predecessor is the person who adds the nine tin positions and the eight capitals?" A cold voice sounded, and the man stared at Meng Lao deadly, with murderous intent in his eyes, as if as long as the latter had the slightest abnormality, he would burst out and kill.

When everyone heard this, the killing intent was also highlighted, and some people had even drawn their swords, looking ready to do it at any time.

Seeing this, Meng Lao sighed lightly, and said helplessly: "Alas, I knew that it would be like this, I wanted to worship with you, but the old man really couldn't worship." There is only one person in this world who can let the old man serve him with a bow, but that is not the Emperor of All Directions. ”

When the words fell, Dream Boss waved his sleeves, and the power of origin and the monstrous true yuan qi that permeated the heavens and the earth suddenly disappeared.