The rest of the words don't need to be elaborated by Jing Qicheng, when the emperor personally conquered Dayan, although Qingguo achieved the final victory, he also paid a painful price.

And that Dayan woman is not from a prince and noble, just a little shepherdess, so the emperor has never liked Jing Ran very much.

The rules of the sacrifice started from Qingguo's victory over Dayan, which was said to pray for the blessing of the ancestors and the wind and rain, but in fact, it also had the meaning of comforting the undead on the battlefield.

Therefore, although the emperor has no will, Jing Ran has never been to Zongmiao, which is why the prince only regards Jing Qicheng as a competitor, in the emperor's heart, he has never valued Jing Ran, and naturally he will not be regarded as a candidate for the next prince.

"Actually, what's wrong with Jing Ran?"

Meng Combrow only felt that Jing Ran was quite pitiful, after all, this was all the grievance of the previous generation, and it was not Jing Ran who provoked the war.

"Not everyone thinks the same."

Jing Qicheng touched the mask on his face, just like he still couldn't take off the mask in front of people after so many years, many things couldn't be changed.

Meng combed his eyebrows and put his hand on the back of Jing Qicheng's hand, hoping that this warmth could be regarded as a trace of comfort in this cold winter.

This is the first time Meng Combrow has come to the Royal Temple, but it is really extraordinary, just standing at the door of the Taimiao, he feels that he is too small compared to everything in the world.

The royal etiquette is very cumbersome, as if they have to kneel on the steps on both sides of the temple after they arrive, waiting for the arrival of the emperor and the queen.

In such a cold winter, coupled with the fact that the ground was paved with white marble, Meng combed his eyebrows and felt that his two legs had become ice mounds.

But even so, she had to hold on.

Not only her, but also Mu Qingyan, who was kneeling opposite, was the same.

Although Mu Qingyan pushed Wang Qifu, this kind of sacrificial event could not let Wang Qifu kneel with one leg lame, so Mu Qingyan had to be the only one to do it.

She is quite proud in her heart, even if she makes a mistake, so what, with the Mu family to help her, doesn't the Wang family still have to be obedient?

Just looking at Meng Combing his eyebrows who was kneeling opposite, she was a little angry in her heart.

The princess can wear a phoenix crown with three beads, and she can only wear a crown of Qingluan as a side concubine, and the court clothes on her body are much darker than those of Meng Comb.

She is just a side concubine in the end, but as long as Wang Qifu can move, it will not be her turn today.

Mu Qingyan is really bold.

Although Meng Combrow was kneeling on the ground with his head down, he could also feel that Mu Qingyan had been staring at him.

On a day like today, she dares to make waves?

She raised her head slightly, and saw a hint of ecstasy flashing in Mu Qingyan's eyes, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

She was just trying to figure out what was going on, when she heard a few crisp whip sounds in the distance, which were the sound of the eunuchs in the palace opening the way.

It's the emperor who is here.

I haven't seen the queen for a long time, and the queen's face is still faint, and she is wearing a phoenix robe and follows behind the emperor.

Even if Concubine Xian is the same queen, she is never the queen, and the queen still needs to be present in person for the sacrifice.

Gu Hanlin wrote a memorial to the Heaven and Earth Temple, and the emperor and the queen joined hands to incense, followed by the prince, followed by Jing Qicheng.

Strings of wind chimes are hung outside the temple, and the people of Qingguo believe that the sound of wind chimes can comfort the souls of the dead and let those who wander on the battlefield return to their hometowns.

Although he didn't see what the battlefield looked like with his own eyes, Meng Combrow had seen photos of the battlefield in many historical materials, the bones were piled up, the blood was mixed together, and the wreckage of the broken arm couldn't tell whose it was.

In this era of cold weapons, war is even more brutal.

Meng combed his eyebrows and sighed slightly, for the people, they don't care who is in the world at all, they just want to live a stable life, the people in power and profit compete for power, and the last sacrifice is often those innocent people.

Jing Qicheng lightly touched Meng Comb's hand and reminded her that she was going to incense.

As soon as he got up and took the incense from Miao Zhu's hand, he heard Mu Qingyan sigh.

The sacrifice is a very solemn thing, and everyone holds their breath for fear that they will make a little noise, so Mu Qingyan's voice is very clear in the lobby of the Taimiao.

The emperor glared at the prince unhappily, as if he was to blame.

Mu Qingyan hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty, saying that he was not sincere, but he saw something that he couldn't fail to report.

"What?"

Mu Qingyan looked at Meng Combing her eyebrows proudly, this time to see if she had anything else to say.

Her lips opened slightly, and she spoke slowly.

"Oh no, it's out of the water!"

Before she could speak, she saw the skirt of Meng's court dress burning with her eyebrows.

The palace maids and eunuchs next to them were busy helping to extinguish the fire, but fortunately, the fire was not big, but the clothes were burned, and Meng Combrow was fine.

"Please calm the emperor's anger, the concubine accidentally splashed sparks on her clothes, and I hope that my father will be guilty."

Although Meng combed her eyebrows and was not injured, her long hair was burned to a little, and the ends of her hair were burnt, and she couldn't care about much, so she knelt down and kowtowed to confess.

The temple next to him smiled and said that the winter is dry, and now it is the New Year's Festival, the fire is a good omen, it seems that the sky is going to fall auspicious in Qingguo, this year will be smooth and prosperous.

Naturally, everyone wants to listen to auspicious words in the New Year, so the emperor was not very blamed for being blessed by the temple, but just asked Meng to comb his eyebrows and go to the side hall to change his clothes later.

"Thank you father, it's okay for the sons, let's ask my father to listen to what Concubine Mu wants to say first."

Meng combed her eyebrows and smiled at Mu Qingyan, and actually interrupted the sacrifice, presumably she must have something very important to say.

Mu Qingyan's face turned pale at the moment, and he couldn't wait to tear Meng Comb's little face.

She just saw clearly that the embroidered Zhai Feng on Meng's court dress was five tails, which exceeded her status as a princess, but before she could say it, the court dress was already on fire.

If you say it now, who will believe it?

"The father is gracious, and the son is fine, but he is a little ......."

Mu Qingyan stubbornly struggled for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a word of explanation.

The emperor was impatient and waved her hand to retreat.

"Then the concubine will go to change her clothes first."

Meng Comb-Mei went to the side hall to change clothes, and the palace maid had already sent new clothes, but Meng Comb-Mei was not in a hurry.

Hearing the footsteps outside, she took a sip of tea and asked the palace maids to go out first.

Sure enough, Mu Qingyan slammed the door and came in, and when she saw the burning court clothes, she opened her mouth to ask Meng if the scene was directed and acted by herself.

"What is the concubine talking about, why can't I understand it?"

Meng combed her eyebrows and blew the tea leaves floating in the tea bowl, and she also shouted and drank in a solemn and solemn place like the temple, there were really no rules at all!