The winter of Ting Yuanguo has always been warm, there is no snowfall, no cold wave, wearing a thickened middle coat and a thick velvet cloak, you can still spend the whole winter beautifully. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But that winter, the cold was full of the entire Ting Yuan, and even the side plugs could not be escaped.

There was no snow, but the temperature was extremely low, and even inside the house, you could feel the biting cold in the air.

Du Weiwei remembered that that year, she was thirteen years old, which was the age of growing her body, and the extreme cold made her not leave the prime minister's house for almost half a month.

Ting Yuanguo was gloomy, and even, many homeless people froze to death, known as the "Year of the Hundred Colds".

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Mu Tiande's face was gloomy, sitting at the head of the Dragon Yin Palace, and his eyes swept over the people in front of him who were bowing their heads one by one: "Ladies and gentlemen, is there anyone who can come up with a way to deal with this disaster?" ”

As soon as the strong voice came out, no one in the person standing in His Highness made any reply.

Mu Tiande tightened the black mink cloak on his body, his expression was grim, and he clasped the armrest of the dragon head with his big palm: "Take the capital of the country for so long, and no one has a way?!" ”

Still, it was quiet.

Mu Tiande's eyes almost cracked, his hand slapped on the armrest fiercely, and he stood up suddenly, his voice was strong, and the bursts echoed on the Dragon Yin Palace: "Ting Yuan Kingdom does not raise useless people!" If no one comes up with a plan today, no one will want to leave this temple alive! ”

Long Wei was furious, and everyone didn't dare to speak.

Li Zhi's eyes glanced at everyone one by one, Mu Tiande's heart was full of anxiety, it was the first time that such a natural disaster had happened in Ting Yuan Kingdom, these courtiers had all kinds of advice, only how many people had died, or how many refugees had died in order to grab food, but there was no way at all.

For a long time, Du Yunshi took a difficult step, as a master of Xiangguo, if he couldn't stand up first, he was afraid that if he continued like this, he would be the first person to be operated by the emperor.

"Your Majesty, the ministers think that the hundred cold is a natural disaster, and people are irreversible, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to eliminate the disaster. Just more relief clothing to prevent more people from dying. After thinking for a long time, Du Yunshi had the courage to say this.

I thought that the emperor would be furious, but he didn't think that Mu Tiande had a low voice: "Natural disasters are irreversible? ”

Du Yunshi only felt his heart tremble suddenly, lowered his head, and didn't dare to say more.

Behind him, Wang Qi, who was only a non-commissioned officer in the university, stepped out: "Back to the emperor, the minister thinks that although the natural disaster is a natural disaster, it is a Taoist request." ”

"How?" Mu Tiande's eyes were gloomy, and his essence was undiminished.

"It is recorded in ancient books that if there is a hundred disasters, whether they are caused by heaven or man-made, they can use rituals to seek a reversal." Seeing that the emperor obviously had an intention, Wang Qi hunched his waist and raised his voice a lot.

Du Yunshi stood in front of him on the left, his brows were forbearing, and his heart was full of uncertainty, it was ridiculous!

"What does Wang Aiqing mean by setting up rituals and sacrifices?" Eyebrows raised slightly, Mu Tiande's eyes were fixed on Wang Qi.

"Back to the emperor, exactly." After a pause, Wang Qi continued, "The emperor is the son of heaven, and he must have a true dragon to protect his body, if he seeks heaven in person, he will definitely be able to make Ting Yuan survive this hundred colds." ”

After a while, there was no sound in the hall, Mu Tiande leaned sideways, his expression was heavy, but he couldn't see what the meaning was in his eyes.

Du Yunshi wanted to refute Wang Qi's words several times, but he obviously felt that the emperor was already a little moved, and when he first came to his mouth, he sank again.

"Wang Aiqing," raised his head suddenly, Mu Tiande's eyes were already determined, "The matter of building the sacrificial platform will be left to you." A week later, I'm going to perform a sacrificial ceremony, understand? ”

"Yes." Lowering his head, Wang Qi's face was full of treacherous smiles.

No one dares to mention the matter of opening the treasury and reinforcing disaster relief, clothing, food and food.

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A week is a short time, but it is also a long time.

Briefly, it is for those who sit in a warm room and just move their mouths and point to the ground.

And it is long, but for those people who are thinly clothed in the cold wind and cold tide, but they still have to keep repairing the sacrificial platform.

In the winter of that year, the people who died under the sacrificial platform put up the whole high platform and went straight to the cold sky.

There are people who are lying on the side of the brick walls, and there are also people who are caught here and go forward one after another.

Several times in the court, Du Yunshi wanted to report the situation, but several times, he was interrupted by Wang Qi, and it was from then on that the two of them had inexplicable entanglements and grievances.

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The twenty-third day of the lunar month, Chinese New Year's Eve.

It seems to be getting colder. There was no sun all day, and the wind blew across his face, and it hurt like a knife.

Just after lunch in the main hall, Du Weiwei wrapped himself in a thick cotton wool cloak and hurried to the side room.

The cold wind was fierce, and Du Weiwei only felt that he didn't want to stay outside the house for half a moment.

I just entered the side room and stood for a while before I felt my body slow back slightly.

Inside the house, the brazier was already burning very strongly. Du took off his cloak and sat down on the chair, and at his feet was a brazier full of charcoal.

In just a few moments, Zikou pushed the door open and entered, and in her hand was something wrapped in cotton cloth.

"Miss, this soup lady just poured it, quickly cover her hands." As soon as he lifted the cotton cloth, Zi Ko handed the soup woman on the wooden tray that had been wrapped in thin cotton cloth to Du Weiwei.

After taking the soup woman, Du Weiwei only felt that his hands were warm, and his body was instantly warm.

The movements in her hands did not stop, and Zi Kom hurriedly picked up the small teapot on the tray again, poured it all into a large teacup on the side, and gave it to Du Weiwei: "Miss, the freshly brewed ginger tea, drink it to warm up." ”

Du Weiwei pushed it away with one hand and said with a smile: "I just had lunch, where can I drink." This soup woman is warm, not cold. You drink ginger tea. ”

It was obvious that Zikou's lips were pale, and her body was already trembling a little, Du Weiwei felt distressed for a while, and shirked and let Zikou drink the ginger tea.

The body finally warmed up, Zikou stretched her brows, put away the teapot and teacup, and prepared to leave the side room.

Du Weiwei looked stunned and stopped her: "How is tonight's dinner arranged, is it in the front hall?" "On Chinese New Year's Eve, the family wants to sit together for a meal.

Zikou paused and turned her head: "Miss...... Master went to the sacrifice today, did you forget? ”

His eyes were stunned, Du Weiwei returned to his senses, his father had been worried about this sacrifice for a long time, and he also knew that in order to build this high platform, many people had not been able to live in peace, and sighed secretly, Du Weiwei waved his hand: "It's okay, you clean up and hurry back to the house to warm up, don't freeze." ”

Laughing and nodding, Zikou stepped back.

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In the southeast corner of Kyoto, the altar is very high, and the 290 steps are very majestic.

Mu Tiande stood in the first place, dressed in a golden dragon robe, wearing a thick velvet cloak full of embroidered dragon bodies, looking at the towering platform, squinting slightly, and his expression was gloomy.

Behind him, there are four princes, Mu Yungu is short and upright in a black cloak, Mu Yunxin is dressed in dark purple, Mu Yunjin is still in white clothes, and beside him, Mu Yunji is also standing in a regular manner, and his small body is wrapped in a dark blue robe.

After that, there were four rows of courtiers. The middle two are Wang Qi and Du Yunshi.

With solemn steps, Mu Tiande took a deep breath, drifted into white smoke, and began to walk up the steps.

The crowd began to walk around in Mu Tiande's footsteps.

On the high platform, on the pear blossom wood long table that has been placed, the huge animal foot incense burner is in the center, behind the incense burner, is the statue of the Holy Empress of Shangling covered with white tulle, and around it, is a sumptuous meal that has long been cold.

In front of the incense burner, a bowl of water and a dagger are quietly placed.

Mu Tiande's footsteps stood still, and he didn't move for a long time, and the crowd behind him had already stood on both sides, silent.

waved lightly, and a small eunuch on the side hurriedly stepped forward and gave the big incense that had been lit in his hand to Mu Tiande.

After receiving the incense, Mu Tiande's expression was extremely solemn, he held it with both hands, and bowed three times very solemnly to the west: "Ting Yuan Baihan, I wish to ask the Emperor of Heaven to survive this calamity." With that, he stepped forward and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Most of his body retreated, Mu Tiande's eyes drooped, and he fell on the dagger and Qing Shui.

The ritual of sacrifice, in order to show sincerity, the most important thing is to sacrifice blood.

He didn't move for half a moment, and behind him, everyone knelt down, waiting for the moment of blood sacrifice.

After a long time, Wang Qi gave the little eunuch a look, and the little eunuch understood, stepped forward and whispered: "Your Majesty, the time for sacrifice has arrived." ”

With a blank look, Mu Tiande made a move and picked up the dagger. Just as he was about to swipe his fingers, behind him, Mu Yunxin's voice suddenly sounded.

"Father."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on Mu Yunxin.

With a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, Mu Yunxin got up and walked in front of Mu Tiande: "Father, since I am the son of my father, I also have the blood of the dragon vein, it is better to let my son receive this blood sacrifice for my father." ”

I only felt that a gaze pierced from behind, Mu Yunxin's eyebrows and eyes were charming, but the corners of his mouth were a smile of a good son who shared his father's worries.

After looking at Mu Yunxin for a long time, Mu Tiande's brows relaxed, and his palm shook it down: "Accurate!" ”

Putting the dagger down, Mu Tiande gave up the main position, Mu Yunxin stepped forward, without the slightest hesitation, picked up the dagger, held it in his left hand, and pulled it fiercely, in an instant, blood overflowed, flowing out of the fingers of the fist that Mu Yunxin was holding, the speed was extremely fast, and a few drops had fallen to the ground.

Mu Tiande stood beside him, and his eyes swelled with indescribable emotions.

Reaching out and dripping the blood into the clear water, it instantly blurred and dyed into a bowl of eye-catching red.

Mu Tiande waved to the side very quickly, and a little eunuch quickly ran forward, holding a handkerchief soaked in potion in his hand, and directly wrapped it for Mu Yunxin.

Mu Yunxin stepped back, holding the handkerchief in his left hand, and said in a steady voice: "Father." ”

Without making a sound, Mu Tiande had already returned to the main position, with a gloomy expression.

Mu Yunxin retreated to his position, his face as enchanting as ever.

Holding the blood bowl with both hands, Mu Tiande raised it high above his head and faced the idol.

In an instant, everyone on the high platform buried their heads deeply.

"Emperor Tingyuan, petition with blood!" Mu Tiande's voice was high, resounding throughout the high platform.

"If the siege of the world is solved, Zong Tingyuan is fortunate, and he will serve the emperor day and night, and everything will not be ancient!" (To be continued.) )