The drums sounded.

The Emperor stood up from his throne and bowed, and all his subjects bowed in unison.

Mrs. Yu held Zhen Guoding high with one hand, and with a flick of her sleeves, her originally old and thin body suddenly burst out with the most powerful power.

So many spiritual masters began to dance at the same time, stepping on the drums, step by step, as if stepping on the tip of a person's heart.

The hearts of all the people on the altar trembled, sweating all over, and the coercion on their faces made people hold their breath and concentrate, and even felt the ground under their feet tremble slightly, so many people, such a large altar, except for the sound of drums, they couldn't even hear the slightest breath.

Hongchen was also confused for a while, there was a sense of pleasure in the fluttering fairy, and her whole body was fluttering, as if a gust of wind could blow her into the air.

Just as soon as she came back to her senses, she realized that it should be the arrangement on the Zhenguo Ding and the altar that played a role, and even so, it felt very wonderful. It is no wonder that the preparation time for all festivals is very long, and there are so many people rushing to get to the altar.

Mrs. Yu was already dancing while climbing the most central high platform, and as soon as she raised her hand, the golden-red petals fell with the wind, and many people around couldn't help but open their hands and throw off their sleeves to pick them up, making them full of flowers, and they didn't care at all.

The drums shook the sky, and the sky swirled.

Hongchen was immersed in it, a smile appeared on his face, but he suddenly felt a pain in his fingertips, and opened his eyes suddenly.

The green edge on her body kept trembling.

As soon as he looked up, a thin layer of fog was shrouded in the high platform where Mrs. Yu was standing. Maybe others can't see it yet, but it's getting stronger and stronger.

And under the throne of His Majesty the Emperor, the fog is even thicker.

This altar ...... There was something in the altar that was about to move, and Mrs. Yu didn't show it when she didn't come to the stage, but as soon as Zhen Guoding appeared, this breath became angry in an instant.

Hongchen squatted down, touched the flat stones on the ground, his face suddenly changed, he reached out to cover a few books in his arms, and shouted, "Stop." Stop it. Mrs. Yu don't jump, everyone get off the altar, right away. ”

Before the words fell, she turned over by herself. I don't care about walking the steps. Just jumped off.

Hongchen's voice is not small. A loud voice roared, and even the drum music was suppressed, and many people heard it. Look at each other.

Mrs. Xu frowned: "Ah Chen? What are you doing, don't mess around, how can the festival be stopped so easily? Long live the Lord is still there. ”

"It's too late to explain."

She really didn't have time to explain, but the people on the stage wouldn't listen to her.

Mrs. Yu's rhythm was not messed up, but her eyes fell, with a little doubt, Hongchen patted her head and sighed, she forgot that this lady's blessing dance is not just a random person to dance, once it starts, there is a kind of force traction, and if the dance is not completed, it is impossible to stop at all.

"Zhen Guoding, throw Zhen Guoding away."

Hongchen shouted again.

A number of people frowned.

The fifth lady of the Pingjun Wang family sneered: "You still know Zhen Guoding, yes, where did I think I came from......

"Arlene!"

A young lady next to her poked her, Chen Lin closed her mouth, obviously remembered, this Hongchen was ordered by His Majesty to go to the altar, she said this, as if His Majesty did not know anyone, but she had been looking forward to this festival for a long time, and she was praying just now, but this person was interrupted, and her heart was in her heart, how to think about it, how is it not a taste.

Chen Lin closed her mouth and took a deep breath, but her face showed a little disdain, and she said in a low voice: "How can you let people destroy the festival?" What do the Guards eat? ”

His Majesty attached great importance to this festival and sent the Imperial Forest Army to maintain order.

Chen Lin shouted, and sure enough, there were a few patrolling and standing guard in the Royal Forest Army, but they were still a little hesitant, it didn't seem appropriate to arrest people on such an occasion.

was in a mess, Hongchen couldn't care about anything else, and reached out and took out a sewn book from her arms, which she used to write a book, and the paper was still scented with ink, so she took the whole book and covered her nose, only then did she exhale and clear her mind.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the crowd realized that something was wrong.

There were a few old men in front of him who were standing closest to the high platform, their faces were blue, their breathing was short, their eyes were cloudy, and they were shaky.

The one in the back was also dizzy for a while, unable to hold on, and fell down one after another.

Chen Lin covered her head, endured the feeling of nausea and dizziness, looked around, and was dumbfounded: "Could it be ...... Heat stroke? ”

At this time, just after noon, the sun is high, and it is indeed a little hot, although heat stroke in spring is a bit strange, and it is not impossible.

There was a commotion and discussion under the altar.

The Imperial Forest Army was also startled and at a loss, and a few of them rushed up desperately when they saw His Majesty sitting on the high platform without a sound, but one fell down the other.

Master Yang's face changed suddenly, and his face turned blue, but his heart was even colder-if something happened to the emperor at the festival he held......

Not to mention the emperor, this important minister in the court, His Majesty's right-hand man is all there, otherwise he would not let the Imperial Forest Army be responsible for standing guard, in case of an accident, these people in front of him will be wiped out, and the Great Zhou will be over.

He tried to shift his gaze to Hongchen.

Hongchen is still standing well.

Yang Shi was also sick and rushed to the doctor: "Miss Hongchen, do you know the reason? But what's the harm? Is there any rescue...... method. ”

In just a few words, his eyes turned black.

Hongchen turned around twice underneath, frowned, raised the paper in his hand and shook it, hesitating for a moment.

The ink she used to write the book was not ordinary, and the paper was not ordinary, it was given by the god of water, and in order to make the ink brighter and more fragrant, she also used a spiritual candlestick in front of the Buddha to worship, according to the usual saying of the Great Zhou, they have divine power.

"I don't know if it's going to work, try it first?"

Yang Shi was speechless, so he could only blink desperately - stop talking nonsense, try it quickly!

At this time, as long as he can keep Wan Sui Ye safe and sound, it doesn't matter if he loses his life, it is better for the old man who stepped into the ghost gate one by one to die than the Yang family to be beheaded all over the house.

Hongchen jumped on the altar and found Yang Yi who was crooked on the ground first. Tear one out of her own notebook and stick it directly to her mouth and nose.

Not long after she was stupefied, Yang Yi sat up straight, and tears fell down her eyes.

"Don't cry, take it yourself."

Hongchen grabbed her hand, let her hold the paper, and pushed her to the edge of the altar again, "Go down." ”

There was a bunch of people on the altar, although they could not move, but they were conscious. Look like this. They couldn't take their eyes off it, and they didn't dare to blink and stare at Hongchen...... Something in hand.

The next one is Mrs. Xu.

Hongchen also wanted to wake up her acquaintances first, at least these people wouldn't trouble her, it was the same piece of paper. Sticking to Mrs. Xu's face. He was able to speak, too. Grabbing the paper in one hand, he shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, how is Your Majesty?" ”

At this time, everyone looked up. Be terribly alarmed.

I don't know when, the throne was shrouded in a thick black fog, and I couldn't see the emperor's appearance at all.

The Guards were still rushing upwards one after the other.

But no matter how good a master is, as soon as he goes to the altar, he will sway left and right, swaying and falling down.

Hongchen jumped to his feet angrily: "Lord Xu, don't let them come up, it can only add to the chaos, now this kind of paper in my hand still works, so please ask a few adults to take it to see Your Majesty." ”

Mrs. Xu's face was heavy, he nodded, and without saying a word, he went to appease the Imperial Forest Army, as usual, he would definitely not be able to support His Majesty's pro-army, but to the point where it is now, it is obvious that the general who is responsible for His Majesty's security is also full of confusion, and Mrs. Xu is highly respected, and he unconsciously obeys orders.

After explaining, he took the paper himself, and Hongchen distributed a few more to several important ministers.

This stuff really works.

A group of ministers got their hands, all came to their senses, rushed up, and walked towards the throne, although the throne is not what these courtiers should approach, but now is not the time to just protect themselves, if they are not active enough, who knows if the long live Lord will hold a grudge!

Hongchen is white, she doesn't get involved in this matter, not only because she doesn't want to be in the limelight anymore, but also because it is the emperor after all, I am afraid it is inappropriate to get too close.

She only tore off the pages of the book in her hand repeatedly, and stuffed them into everyone on the altar, and when they were sober, they were sent down from the altar.

It's just that there are too many people, and Hongchen can't send it alone, so he just slipped away, directly tore open the book in his hand, asked Fang Yi to come up, grabbed two more with his hand, stuffed the things over and let them distribute them together.

Fang Yi stretched out his hand and held the pages of paper, just like holding a holy relic, trembling and carefully distributing it.

Hongchen glanced at it and found that everyone who got the paper regarded this thing as extremely important and cherished it, including the group of high-ranking princes and grandsons, who probably also regarded these papers as treasures.

Technically speaking, though, it's precious.

Mrs. Yu and the others were also messed up and dumbfounded, but everyone on the altar fell, but they were the only ones who were fine.

No one pays attention to these now, but a group of officials look at them, obviously wrong, if it weren't for Mrs. Tai's high reputation, I'm afraid that people would have been arrested at this time.

Hongchen walked over generously and said in a low voice: "Mrs. Tai, quickly throw Zhen Guoding away." With that, she took a piece of paper, stuffed it directly into it, and threw a precious Zhenguoding on the ground.

As soon as the smoke went out, the altar felt a little better, but only a little.

"Your Majesty, is Your Majesty in trouble?"

As soon as Mrs. Xu came back to his senses, he was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and personally led people to rush to the throne.

The group of people below watched nervously, watching Mrs. Xu rush two flights of steps, slipping under his feet, and rolling down with a grunt.

"Ouch!"

"Legs, my legs!"

There are many people who want to be courteous, especially those relatives of the emperor, they are all scrambling, but none of them can rush into the black fog, at most they can climb three or four stone steps, and most of them can't even rush over, so they can't get up with their heads tilted.

Mrs. Xu scolded: "Who built so many stone steps? ”

The others looked at each other, and they didn't know what to do for a while—the throne on which His Majesty sits, of course, must be high, with a total of nine hundred and eighty-one stone steps, which is a serious rule.

And it's really not a matter of stone steps.

None of the people present were stupid, and Mrs. Xu came back to her senses in a blink of an eye: "Something is wrong, it seems that there is a problem, we can't go up." ”

This is His Majesty's visit to Yingchuan this time, and he didn't bring the queen's palace concubines or a few princes, otherwise, there would be more people above, and the ministers below would be even more nervous.

If the royal family of the Great Zhou is gone...... Beiyan next door must be very happy.

Mrs. Xu turned her head: "Miss Hongchen? ”

Hongchen was helpless and sighed: "Okay." I'll give it another try. ”

A group of people stared at her with burning eyes.

They were all excited, and they almost wanted to treat Hongchen as a god, but Hongchen himself was very bottomless, took a deep breath, step by step, walked over slowly, raised his scripts with both hands, and as soon as he approached the throne, the black fog surrounding the throne was ready to move.

Mrs. Xu and the others turned pale with fright. Bite the bullet. Clench your fists.

As soon as Hongchen walked up, the black mist touched the book in her hand, and it was blocked by a circle of light.

Seeing Hongchen slowly walk forward, he entered the black mist. No imagery is visible. The mood at the bottom is even more anxious.

Mrs. Xu turned her head suddenly. Glaring at Yang Shi: "What the hell is going on?" How important is the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens, how can there be such a mistake? ”

Yang Shi also wanted to cry without tears, he didn't know anything. sighed: "It's better to wait for Your Majesty to be safe, and then make plans." ”

If Your Majesty has a case, he doesn't have to worry about it, he will definitely not see the result of this matter. He doesn't take this responsibility, and no one can take it.

Master Yang was a little wronged.

Although he presided over the ceremony, he was old and lacked energy, he just put on a name, but in fact, there was another division of labor and specific affairs, and they were all henchmen of the Long Live Lord.

I don't know how long it took, the sun was covered by dark clouds, the atmosphere on the entire altar was treacherous, there were royal guards under the stage to suppress it, those ordinary people were far away, most of them didn't know what was going on, so that it was not too chaotic, but the important ministers above had already begun to think about the consequences, and the more they thought about it, the more scared they became.

"Master Taifu, you say, does that young lady work?"

A young official couldn't help but ask.

Mrs. Xu was stunned, and gritted her teeth: "Don't worry, that's the spirit girl that Your Majesty has praised, you didn't see it when you came late, when she begged for rain a few days ago, she was able to invite the water god to appear to cover the rain, such a little thing, she must be caught." ”

Hongchen's situation at this time is not particularly smooth.

All around was a thick black mist, and the cold breath penetrated into the body, and Qing Feng in his arms had already broken free of his clothes, rubbed and flew out, wandering around her, and where he passed, the black mist dissipated.

Hongchen gritted his teeth and insisted, the expression on his face became more and more cold and handsome, if the people inside could see and look at her, they might be dazzled by the fluorescence on her body.

Collecting his mind, he didn't think about how many steps he had taken, he walked desperately, and just when Hongchen wanted to give up, he finally saw His Majesty.

The emperor sat stiffly on the throne, with the great eunuch kneeling in front of him, and a few palace ladies who were fanning, motionless, only the eyeballs could still turn.

Hongchen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, a warm current rose, and he suddenly had the strength, and he tore the whole book when he rushed over, and everyone's faces were confused.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

The Emperor coughed.

The big eunuch next to him hurriedly beat him on the back.

"You...... You have a meritorious role in saving the driver, I must reward you when I go back! ”

Hongchen laughed dryly, raised his eyes and looked down, suddenly raised his eyebrows, turned his head and smiled: "Your Majesty, please forgive the people for being rude, I can only let you take the risk of jumping." ”

When she came up, she had to walk step by step, she couldn't fly, but if she went down and walked again, the emperor couldn't stand it.

"Huh?"

The emperor and the eunuch Gong E stared at Hongchen, and saw that she took out a bag of seeds from her arms, sprinkled a lot behind the throne, and took out another bag, closed it in her palm and recited the words, read it for a long time, and threw it down with a shake.

"What is this?"

Hongchen took a deep breath, gently stroked the seeds with both hands, and saw that a few seeds behind the throne took root and sprouted on the stone in the blink of an eye, growing green vines, growing longer and longer, and hanging down.

"Your Majesty, I know it's risky, but we can't stay on it for too long, just in case something happens."

The emperor glanced at her, and his expression slowly relaxed: "I'm not old, you're not afraid of a little girl, what are I afraid of!" ”

As for whether the eunuch and Gong E are afraid or not, they can't affect the overall situation.

Hongchen said a faux pas, picked up the vine, tied it around the emperor's waist, and leaned over himself, standing with the Long Live Lord, and then signaled the rest of the people to do the same, of course, the Long Live Lord must be the thickest and sturdiest-looking one.

Without waiting for the emperor to prepare, Hongchen jumped down as soon as he stomped his foot!

"Ahh

Mrs. Xu was discussing nervously with the people around him, and in a blink of an eye, he saw His Majesty's dragon robe flying. Falling from the sky, he screamed, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Countless ministers were stunned at first, weeping and wiping their tears, and rushed over to see the situation of the Long Live Lord.

Hongchen couldn't take care of them, walked over and picked up a few small Zhen Guoding, and placed them on the altar according to the direction.

Mrs. Yu was taken aback: "Ah Chen, isn't there a problem with this thing?" ”

"It's not that there's something wrong with it. It's that it's not good enough. You can rest assured, I will set up a magic circle, and the crisis will naturally be solved. "It's not Hongchen who said, it's the formation book in her arms that is giving advice.

Hongchen is only responsible for drawing scoops according to the gourd. Three downs, two clicks. Zhen Guoding is placed. plucked the incense inside, and let people borrow the incense from the people below and reinsert it. Take out the talisman and flick it to ignite.

The aroma rises.

Strange to say, the thick, visible black mist, as soon as it touched the smell of incense, it seemed to melt, the black turned light, turned gray, turned white, and finally turned golden.

The high platform where the throne is located is the highest, and in an instant, the golden light surrounds it, and everyone is shocked!

"Oh my God!"

"Xiangrui, this is an auspicious omen, the god of heaven appears!"

Countless people cheered enthusiastically, and Mrs. Yu was also surprised, and she was a little fanatical, grabbing Hongchen and asking questions.

Hongchen couldn't help it, rubbed his head, thought for a while, and said, "Mrs. Tai, please take a look." As she spoke, she pointed to the ground.

Old Madam Yu lowered her head suspiciously, she didn't see anything at first glance, it was just an ordinary bluestone, she just wanted to speak, she was suddenly stunned, and lowered her head to check carefully: "This is the sacrificial platform of the previous dynasty?" ”

Hongchen smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid that the sacrificial platform of the previous dynasty was demolished, and it was directly rebuilt here, and the sacrificial platform was connected to the national fortune of the previous dynasty, and the former dynasty was extinguished, and it naturally became an ordinary stone, and it didn't hurt to use it, but the Zhenguo Ding used by Mrs. today, although it is very small, can be well-made, the magic circle carved on it, the incense used, are specially made, full of killing atmosphere, you dance the blessing dance on the stage, the spirituality of the altar is not completely extinct, and it is provoked by the Zhenguo Ding, the hostility is huge, and the evil spirit is generated, The people on the stage are all important ministers of the Great Zhou, and they are connected to the luck of the Great Zhou, so they are attacked by evil spirits. ”

Mrs. Yu didn't seem to understand.

Hongchen didn't think about really letting the layman understand it too much, he just said simply, "But the evil qi in the altar looks powerful, but after all, Chen Guo has been dead for many years, and the evil qi is also powerless. ”

Mrs. Yu breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted Hongchen's shoulder: "No matter what, Ah Chen, you have made a great contribution this time." ”

Although there was a mess and the ceremony of sacrificing the heavens died halfway, however, not many people were disappointed to see such a 'good show', and the people below also said that they couldn't finish just talking about gossip for a month.

The Guards take control of the scene.

The matter is far from over, and the emperor will definitely have to investigate it to the end to see if the matter is considered or a pure accident.

Hongchen and they returned to the post station early in the morning.

When I came back this time, the treatment was very different, and everyone in the post station was not diligent, along with those powerful people.

"That...... Do you still have a sacred book? I only have chapter 13......"

"Miss, I wonder if Xiaosheng is lucky enough to be able to read a masterpiece?"

Hongchen: "......"

Those scripts, she wrote and played with her hands, purely practicing the pen, so as not to write stories for those powerful people in the Yujue space, but she really didn't want to make it public.

Hongchen neither wants to have another reputation as a talented woman, nor does she want people to say that what she writes is not on the table.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you show it to others, the first page makes it clear that it's an essay, written for fun, not a rigorous article and a work, and there won't be any Confucianism and a sixteen-year-old girl who are more serious.

Besides, in this era when literati write all kinds of erotic and beautiful feelings, it is not a problem for her to write some fairy stories, and her writing is not bad, no matter what kind of readers read it, it cannot be said that what she writes is not good-looking.

It's just the current situation that these people have already regarded the words written by Hongchen as a divine book with mana.

Just now, there were two big businessmen, who heard the news from somewhere, and asked several people to inquire about it, to see if they could buy two copies to carry with them.

It is said that their family often does overseas trade, caravans travel to four countries, and want to bring two sacred books to defend themselves, Hongchen has repeatedly stated that it is just a script, the reason why it works is that the paper and ink are not ordinary, and the deal is only evil, not a strong talisman, but it is a pity that she is useless to say anything at this time, and she is regarded as modest.

If this "Shangxian" is sold, it will not be able to become the most famous and best-selling book of the year.

Hongchen sighed, thinking about the benefits, now all the halos on her head are not a bad thing, maybe it won't be long before she becomes a celebrity, and now being a celebrity is a good way out, as a celebrity, she will be offered up in the four countries. (To be continued......)