The night was lonely, and there was only a bleak wind on the street where you couldn't see your fingers, and Jiang's mother was carrying a burden and quietly went out of the alley while the night was dark. The carriage that Bai Ritian Cui had contacted was waiting at the mouth of the alley early, and she leaned over and swooped in.

When Jiang's mother left for a short time, someone knocked on the door again, it turned out that Shuang Ningqin had sent someone to inform Ling Shuirong that she would meet Princess Zhaohua when she returned after the sacrifice was completed.

Several things were raised, and Ling Shuirong was also relieved and turned off the lights early.

The conversation in the palace of Shalong Mountain continued, saying that it was a conversation, but in fact it was a one-man show of Princess Zhaohua, and Miao Zhi was just an audience.

Princess Zhaohua obviously thinks that they are people with the same disease, and they are affectionate with a sister, and they regard Miao Zhi as her half-sister, and Miao Zhi is not easy to make a sound, so she can only respond to it without a head.

Finally sent away this big Buddha, the root of the ear was finally quiet, and hurriedly called the maids to come in and have a comfortable dream, after all, tomorrow will really be busy.

As soon as the sky was bright, a solemn and long bell sounded on the top of the mountain, and the solemn and solemn sacrificial ceremony began.

The guards carried a long horn, the flag flew, and the bright yellow Bei'an Huang walked in the front, followed by the queen, the prince, and then the princess of the palace.

So many people, coupled with the spectacular guards of honor on both sides, only filled this mountain road.

Miao Zhi didn't care about anything, she just followed the movements of the person in front of her, slowly ascending the steps, and then kneeling, bowing, and bowing again. I don't know how many kowtows, and finally arrived at the imperial tomb on the top of the mountain.

Entering along the stone steps, despite the large number of people, it still can't resist the somewhat gloomy and terrifying atmosphere in the imperial mausoleum.

There are many ground buildings composed of palaces and pavilions in the mausoleum area, the steps of the city are cleaned spotlessly, and the stone carvings on both sides of the road are long and waiting, lions, elephants, Weng Zhong, and then the stone Yong with a stern face, all of which stand motionless, full of vicissitudes.

Miao Zhi felt dense goosebumps on her arms under her wide sleeves, which made her feel very weird, and even her scalp was tingling.

Everyone entered the tallest stone building in the middle, and the huge stone chamber was built magnificently and solemnly. Everywhere there are neatly arranged rows of candlestick shelves, densely packed with candles flickering with red fire.

The wall in the middle of the front is full of portraits, all of them are the Son of Heaven in dragon robes, and below the calligraphy and paintings are several rows of neatly arranged Sen Sen tablets.

Everyone stood in order one by one, and then a palace person brought a thick futon mat, and the high-pitched voice of the chief eunuch sounded, and a large number of people fell on the futon together.

After kowtowing a few times in succession, and listening to a long old monk reciting scriptures and praying, everyone got up.

By the time the sacrifice had been completed, the sun in the sky was already a little westward.

Miao Zhi stood in a daze for an unknown amount of time, only to hear someone calling her, and then suddenly looked up and found that everyone's eyes fell on her.

She stiffened, a little unclear. The father-in-law coughed, and then shouted again, "Princess Jiahe, please come forward to worship the ancestors." ”

Miao Zhi woke up like a dream, and walked forward solemnly according to the etiquette taught by Mama Qiao.

She knelt on her knees in front of the row of spiritual seats, and the old monk beside her shook her with a wicker stick dipped in some water in the bowl, and then she kept reciting the scriptures while circling around her, and then he raised his right hand, and an Amitabha Buddha received his voice.

Miao Zhi knew that she had already made a salute, so she quickly kowtowed respectfully to the front three times, and then she got up and walked in front of Bei Anhuang and Lan Miyun, and kowtowed three more times.

In this way, the initiation ceremony is completed, and although she cannot be written into the North family tree, her name can appear in another family tree.

It was sunset when all the ceremonies were finished, and when they returned, everyone showed exhaustion on their faces.

Miao Zhi's stomach was already singing about the empty city plan, and as soon as she returned to the Qingliang Palace, she couldn't wait to comfort her empty temple with a few plates of snacks on the table.

Next is the dinner, the banquet hall in the palace is not far from the Qingliang Palace, and it will be there after a while.

The palace is full of carved and beautiful white jade columns, on which the moire is broken, and the dragon swings its tail.

On the seat is still Bei Anhuang and Lan Miyun, the two of them are sitting in two beautifully carved white marble chairs with a smile on their faces, and there are two rows of tables and chairs, on one side are the concubines of each palace, and on the other side are their princes and princesses.

The palace people with the tray hurriedly entered, all kinds of dishes and wines were served one after another, Bei'an Huang picked up the wine glass, and everyone hurriedly raised the cup in front of them, and drank it all after saluting from afar.

The wine was too drunk, and the singers and dancers in the palace came belatedly, singing and dancing to cheer up the dinner.

Miao Zhi sat next to Zhaohua, only buried her head in fighting the food in front of her, and only ate some dry pastries when she came back.

After he was full of wine and food, he looked up and looked around, Prince Bei Yiyu was dressed in a dark pattern gold silk brocade robe, his eyes were still yin, and the folding fan that had not left his body for many years was placed on the table, and his eyes were full of unfriendly atmosphere.

Next to him sat Bei Yiyuan, who had not been seen for many days, with a milky white silk button brocade coat, it seemed to be a lot thinner than last time, and some blue stubble on his chin was clearly visible, but the peach blossom eyes were still burning and seductive.

Sensing Miao Zhi's gaze, he raised his wine glass, and the two toasted each other in the air and drank a glass.

Suddenly, the music in the hall stopped abruptly, and everyone was puzzled, and a rapid drum "dong dong" came from far and near.

A person flew in from the entrance of the hall, and the rich fragrance of roses came to his face. Look at it, it is a charming woman, her long hair is not tied and scattered at will, a face that has brought disaster to the country and the people is slightly powdered, the skin is white and snowy, the beauty is natural, a pair of willow eyebrows are slightly raised, and a peach blossom under the left eye is extremely charming.

She didn't seem to be wrapped in clothes, but looked like a complete piece of fabric, and the long pink fabric was wrapped around casually, but it protruded her towering twin peaks and straight pink buttocks.

She was barefoot, and her jade-white ankles were tied with two strings of glittering silver bells, which made a crisp and pleasant sound with her flying and jumping figure.

The fabric only knotted her waist, and then snaked its way up her slender arms, and finally wrapped around her wrists, forming extremely long water sleeves.

The drum beat was rapid and cheerful, the woman pursed her rosy lips slightly, the smile spread, she couldn't stop jumping up and down, and then turned around and waved the long water sleeve in her hand, and then kept spinning, and finally finally, she actually flickered and spun off the ground.

Everyone only felt that the red yarn was flying in front of them, and the fragrance was overflowing, and they were all intoxicated by this peculiar dance.