Jing Changning smiled silently and glanced at Yi He meaningfully. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After all, she knew that he knew her daughter.

Seems interesting.

Jing Changning said with a smile: "I am an idle person, it doesn't matter if I marry a wife or not, but you, the son, will ascend the throne in the future, and there will be beauties in the harem." ”

Yi He thought for a while and replied: "If I ascend the throne in the future, I have the final say, if I don't want to, I naturally won't put so many pink skeletons in the harem." ”

Pink Skull?

That's an interesting word.

It is used to describe the women in the queen's harem, which is not appropriate, but through the leather statues, from red powder to dry bones, but it also has a special taste in my heart.

Approximately...... It's to see through the red dust.

"You're probably going to be able to become a monk." Jing Changning said to Yi He.

Yi He shook his head: "All monks want to cut their aspirations, it's too ugly." ”

It was getting brighter, and it was only at noon that the music of the chimes began to cease.

The snow gradually stopped.

There was still no sunlight, but the snow on the ground reflected the light very brightly.

As the last strand of music fell silent, the shrill voice of the eunuch sounded.

"King Lin has arrived."

Jing Changning frowned quietly, bowed respectfully and bowed.

The hands overlapped and landed in the icy snow.

She raised her lips and smiled, the snow in her palms melting.

Behind Jing Changning, Li Xia was decent, and the moon in Nangong was still covered with a white veil, and he also bowed to the ground with everyone.

The raucous crowd quieted down.

Jing Changning is a great gift for the common people to see the king, Yu Mian is the gift of the son, and Yi He is the gift of the son.

At a glance, the clear identity is clear at a glance.

In the midst of such a scene, King Lin stepped forward, the thick snow creaking under his feet, and his footsteps passed, leaving only a dark imprint.

He was covered in fox fur, the most precious red fox in the snow, and his fur was smooth and shiny.

Jing Changning knelt quietly, his eyes were calm and quiet, and the temperature of his palm was swallowed up by the snow little by little, and he gradually became a little cold.

"Get up." King Lin's deep voice sounded in the snow, "This snow came suddenly, and Gu Li didn't have time to build the palace, but he wronged everyone." ”

Jing Changning stood up quietly, his eyes still lowered.

Will you have time to build a palace in the future?

With the national strength of the Lin State, it is by no means difficult to temporarily build a simple palace.

But King Lin made everyone wait in the snow for a long time, and his intention was not difficult to guess, but it was just a kind of prestige.

"King Lin's words are serious, just a snow, where can we be helped, and besides, the sacrifice has always been sincere, and the open-air salute shows more sincerity, isn't it?" Jinghua said with a smile.

King Lin smiled, and the flesh on his face trembled: "What King Jing said is reasonable. ”

"Now it's time to sacrifice." Yu Mian's voice was calm, "I just don't know what preparations King Lin made for the sacrifice with this invitation?" Which ancestor in heaven do you plan to sacrifice? ”

The sacrifices have always been presided over by Wen Tianzi, King Lin's actions, everyone here knows it, although on the surface they are forced by the power of King Lin and dare not say much, but after all, who is willing to live under the people?

As far as the country of Yu is concerned, the country of Yu has more than 120 cities, more than 2,000 chariots, although the national strength is not as good as the country of Lin, but the difference is not very much, but the wind of the country of the country has always been mellow, from the king to the people, advocating benevolence and righteousness, disgusted with the army, if not, the king of Yu will not let the king of Yu Mian come here to participate in the alliance of the country of Lin.

"Sacrifice?" King Lin raised his eyebrows, "Gu has indeed prepared a big gift to sacrifice to the heavens, and also to the ancestors of my Lin country." ”

After saying that, he waved his hand: "Come on, please sacrifice the maid." ”

Priestess?

Everyone's eyes followed King Lin's words and looked towards the place where the person came.

It was a woman.

It was a naked woman.

She walked barefoot through the snow, frozen to a dark color.

She didn't seem to have lost her strength long ago, but she forced herself to walk steadily.

There was not a hint of expression in her countenance, not calm, but hollow like the walking dead.

Jing Changning raised his eyes and looked over, but his palms, which were red from the cold, gradually tightened, and his nails were so painful that his palms were overflowing.

According to the ritual of sacrifice, the first thing is to present sacrifices, usually some cattle, sheep and livestock, and at this moment, what is this for?

She subconsciously squinted at King Lin.

The middle-aged man in the fox fur had deep sunken eye sockets, and his eyeballs were sunken in the eye sockets and he couldn't see his emotions.

And on his side, the person standing was none other than Mo Liang in an ink shirt.

Looking at each other, Jing Changning felt in a trance that Mo Liang's expression seemed to fall on her from beginning to end.

She turned her head calmly, her gaze returning to the woman who had been walking alone.

The mind is heavy.

She...... Is it a sacrifice for this sacrifice?

Stretching out a hand without a trace, Yi He's figure was upright, but his right hand reached out to Jing Changning's hand, spread out the palm that Jing Changning was holding, and then held it secretly.

It seemed like the heart was quiet in an instant.

Through the fingertips that touch, it is as if you can touch the temperature of the blood flowing in between.

The two of them are like travelers looking for directions, warming up together.

Jing Changning knew that Yi He was comforting her.

"Come on, take the lonely dragon bow." King Lin said.

Mo Liang took a vermilion lacquer longbow handed by the eunuch and leaned over to hand it to King Lin.

King Lin flicked his fingers lightly on the bowstring, and a dull humming sound trembled between heaven and earth.

He raised his bow and arrow, and with a flick of his wrist, the longbow of vermilion lacquer was bent into the arc of a full moon, and the tip of the arrow pointed at the woman walking in the snow.

The woman walked to the center of the crowd and stood still like a walking corpse, her eyes gently closed.

The moment she closed her eyes, her body had a trace of life color in a trance.

She raised her lips and raised her head to the sky.

It's like accepting the fate of death.

Jing Changning only felt that Yi He held her hand and added some strength, she held Yi He's hand with her backhand, and used some force in her palm.

She knew that he was nervous too.

He tried to comfort her when he was nervous.

When he clenched Yi He's palm, Jing Changning raised his eyes and looked at the woman standing in the center.

The vast white snow, always walking alone.

Live or die.

She was nothing but a sacrifice for this sacrifice, and King Lin would inform everyone present with her death that the power of the Kingdom of Lin was built with blood.

or death, or humbled submission.

Looking through the corpse-like woman, Jing Changning suddenly felt his gaze moisten.

Back then, before the nations, there was a six-year-old boy who died humbly and humiliatingly in front of everyone.

Ropes were tied to his head and limbs, and the horses galloped, leaving only torn organs and limbs on the ground.

Not far away, Mo Liang's gaze still fell on Jing Changning, never moving away for a moment, nor did there ever have a trace of warmth.