Ling'er looked at Shangguan Xin'er, who was tasting tea, and said with a smile: "This is a few days ago, Princess Cangyue honored you, although her dog almost hurt you, but the things of their Cangyue Kingdom are indeed not bad." ”

"Princess Cangyue is just a very stinky fart, she doesn't study well at a young age, she goes up every day, she learns what palace fights others do, just her little raindrop, what kind of climate can she become......" Zhao Qiujin ruthlessly complained about the princess of Cangyue Kingdom, and then learned from her arrogant appearance, making Ling'er laugh.

In the days before the sacrifice, Princess Cangyue did not bother her again, and Feng Zhaoxia seemed to be very stable. Zhao Qiujin had a very comfortable life.

Zhao Qiujin will get up early every day to practice martial arts, sometimes he will secretly run out of the palace, and sometimes he will go to the Red Sleeve Building to chat with Xu Ruyan. Sometimes I go to Zhihong Bookstore to see how it is doing.

It is said that Qin Gang was in the bookstore, and those thugs who were showing off their might on the street did not dare to walk in front of Zhihong Bookstore. Zhao Qiujin sighed, if he wasn't a strong man, he really didn't know how much bullying he would have to suffer.

In his spare time, Zhao Qiujin will also teach Qin Gang to practice boxing, Qin Gang's understanding in this regard is much stronger than robbery, and he has learned a good way, which makes Zhao Qiujin very proud.

Xie Lin occasionally talked about the situation of the bookstore in front of Zhao Qiujin, acquired Hongwen Printing Factory, and the sales of the series of "Beijing Love Story" have been high and continue to rise, and the manuscript is about to be published, urging Zhao Qiujin to publish a new draft......

On the day of the sacrificial ceremony, Zhao Qiujin was woken up before dawn, sleepy-eyed, like a tool man, dragged around to freshen up, the cumbersome clothes were worn I don't know how many layers, the head was coiled up in a heavy bun, and the heavy golden hairpin was also swayed, and the walk jingled.

The red sun was rising, and as soon as the sun shone into the palace, I heard the sound of drums, and Zhao Qiujin was carried to the front hall. After getting off the sedan chair, Zhao Qiujin walked forward hundreds of steps and walked to the Zhengde Palace, where officials usually go to the court and the harem concubines are not allowed to enter.

Leng Lingzhe was dressed in a yellow dragon-patterned robe, with a double dragon cloud map embroidered on his chest, a red belt with pearls around his waist, and a golden silk flying dragon crown on his head.

On the stone road in the middle of the square in front of the Zhengde Palace, which is about five or six meters wide, there is a guard of honor standing, all carrying various musical instruments that cannot be named, followed by hundreds of guards and sergeants, and there are neat officials standing on both sides, there are thousands of people, all dressed up to attend, Zhao Qiujin did not expect that the scale of the sacrifice in this cold moon is so grand, it is very grand.

A horn sounded, and a group of people left the palace and set off for the Taimiao Temple on the outskirts of Beijing.

Zhao Qiujin was arranged in the legendary eight-carried sedan chair, following Leng Lingzhe's sedan chair, Zhao Qiujin experienced this kind of large-scale sacrificial activity with a great sense of ritual for the first time, and was very curious about everything.

"Why does the Taimiao of Leng Yue want to get to the outskirts of Beijing, aren't the ancient imperial cities all 'Left Ancestor Right Society'? It seems that the urban planner of the capital of the Cold Moon Country should be a not very smart Yazi. Why do you want to sacrifice in Lixia, isn't it better to pray for the blessing of the five grains or the spring equinox when spring ploughing begins....." Zhao Qiujin complained wildly about everything that could not be explained with his common sense.

Walking outside the Taimiao, it was almost noon, the guards first entered the investigation, stood still, and then asked Leng Lingzhe to get off the sedan chair, followed by all the officials.

The Taimiao is at the foot of the highest mountain in the capital, Yilong Mountain, which stands tall and majestic behind the Taimiao, embracing the Taimiao.

Everyone gathered at the foot of Yilong Mountain, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the bell rang, in charge of the ceremonial ceremony of the master of ceremonies, the grand sacrificial activities kicked off, the master of ceremonies each tail note stretched very long, that feeling like the bell in the temple, the echo is long, endless, full of charm.

The people in the temple are solemn and solemn, the group is respectful, the etiquette is solemn, the sound of ritual music surrounds, the altar is rich in sacrifices, there are a number of strange melons and fruits, pork and mutton, chicken, duck and fish and so on.

First of all, Leng Lingzhe first summarized last year's political achievements, and then remembered the kindness of the ancestors of the Leng family, remembered the spirit of hard work of the ancestors, and finally the climax of the entire sacrificial activity, and the queen recited Huang Lifu.

Everyone silently prayed that the heavens and the ancestors of the Leng family would bless the cold moon country with good weather and prosperity.

Today's sun is indeed hot, the outside temperature has reached about 30 degrees, and the officials and guards standing in front of the temple are sweating from the sun, but they will still pray sincerely.

After Zhao Qiujin finished reading, fine beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead, "This damn sun, ahhh Lao Tzu didn't do sunscreen, he didn't have a parasol. ”

And when she turned to look at Leng Lingzhe, she found that Leng Lingzhe didn't notice the scorching heat at all, "It turns out that his face is paralyzed and won't be hot, it's really right to live on his ice cube face!" ”

At this time, several guards in the crowd were quietly moving towards the bushes closest to the altar.

Leng Lingzhe noticed the gaze of Shangguan Xin'er next to him, so he turned his head to look at her, and found that she was already sweating hot, and when he was about to hand her the handkerchief, he had a premonition that danger was coming. Shangguan Xin'er looked at Leng Lingzhe as if he was going to do something to her, and was watching Leng Lingzhe's next move alertly.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh", a dart flew towards Shangguan Xin'er, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, Leng Lingzhe grabbed Shangguan Xin'er and blocked it in front of her, the dart stabbed Leng Lingzhe, and it fell to the ground a few seconds later, it turned out that Leng Lingzhe was wearing a soft hedgehog armor, and the dart couldn't hurt him at all.

When the assassin saw that a dart missed, he shot another one, Leng Lingzhe's eyes were sharp, and he caught it with his hand.

The crowd was shocked, and the guards immediately set out to pursue the Assassins.

Leng Lingzhe motioned to the master of ceremonies, don't be interrupted, and continue the last step of the sacrifice, and a moment later, a prisoner was brought to the altar, and the master of ceremonies shouted: "Behead!" Then the executioner raised his knife and fell, and the prisoner was already in a different place.

Zhao Qiujin hadn't recovered from the assassination just now, how could anyone want to kill her? Who is it?

Shangguan Yu's old thief still wants a talisman, it shouldn't be her, Feng Zhaoxia is just a concubine in the harem, no matter how big she is, she is just the daughter of the Ministry of Rites, she shouldn't have such a big hand, and it is impossible for the killer she is looking for to assassinate in such a heavily guarded situation...... And what is even stranger than someone trying to kill her is that Leng Lingzhe actually saved her. All of this was confusing to her......

Suddenly hearing the loud voice of the master of ceremonies, Zhao Qiujin was pulled back to reality, and seeing the scene of being beheaded, Zhao Qiujin was shocked, it turned out that the sacrifice would really have such a cruel project......

Then he looked at Leng Lingzhe next to him, curious about Leng Lingzhe's expression when he saw this scene, but found that Leng Lingzhe's forehead was sweating, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were sloppy, and he clenched his left hand.

Zhao Qiujin laughed silently in his heart, it turned out that this Leng Lingzhe was not as strong as her heart, and she was actually scared by cutting off her head...... Hahahaha.