There is always such an inexplicable resistance in my heart.

The two have gotten along in the past, and he specially came to Beizhuang to see her, and it is very good that the king of a country can do this.

If He Jiusheng is still the same He Jiusheng, maybe the love between the two childhood sweethearts can turn into a marriage.

However, she is not interested in him at all, she is not the real He Jiusheng at all, and she can't recall the hair of her childhood sweetheart.

Twisted melons are not sweet.

Moreover, Song Qianheng has a strange temperament, and he has repeatedly targeted Song Yanjiao after that incident.

She was really afraid that Song Qianheng would see her face and think of the unhappiness hidden in her heart and cause some big trouble.

I don't dare to face it, I feel guilty, I have a weak heart, I have fear, and I have worries.

These five flavors are mixed, all condensed in one action, that is, bowing his head, desperately bowing his head, and burying Song Yanjiao's head by the way.

"Do what?"

Song Yanjiao felt that her hiding appearance was a little silly, so she lowered her voice and asked in a low voice.

"You're stupid, he must be angry when he sees me."

He Jiusheng pouted, feeling that he was really unteachable.

"The soldiers are coming, the water is coming to cover the earth, what are you afraid of?"

Song Yanjiao covered it with the wide sleeves of her robe and grabbed her hand steadily, "Don't worry, this king has not yet reached the point where he wants to hide his concubine." ”

Everything has to be faced sooner or later, everyone is, and so is the emperor.

A group of ministers, concubines, magnates, and servants knelt down in unison, looking behind them and seeing no end in sight.

The emperor lit incense on the altar and worshiped his ancestors, and the attendants of the celebrant took the merit book and recited the great deeds of the emperor from the founding history of the first generation of emperors.

The scene was like the leader's speech at the opening ceremony, the speed of speech was slow, and he couldn't open three times the speed, and this thought took two hours, and everyone knelt for two hours.

If it weren't for the sharp voice of the waiter, He Jiusheng suspected that he would have fallen asleep.

Sitting on the back heels, his legs were numb a long time ago, and when he saw that the people around him were either holding back or enduring, they tried not to show fatigue, Song Yanjiao was even more thoughtful, and He Jiusheng was complaining.

After the leader finishes speaking, the principal speaks.

When the emperor came to power, he told his ancestors all the good things he had done when he was a court.

I don't know if it's true or not, I originally looked at the tomb as Song Yanjiao's ancestors, and Song Yanjiao's ancestors were her ancestors.

But as soon as Song Qianheng came to the stage, He Jiusheng was completely wilted, and it seemed that this sacrificial ceremony had just begun, so he bored and played with the peacock embroidered on his robe.

Suddenly, a ball of loess clump smashed into the edge of her robe.

The mud ball is pinched and round, and there are fingerprint marks on it, which looks like it is deliberate.

The dignified Princess Yan was thrown mud at the sacrificial ceremony!

Is there any reason for this?

Can you bear it?

She cautiously turned back to find the initiator, only to see that she didn't know any of the people kneeling behind her.

The only people who knew each other were Xie Jinshuang's father and daughter, and the two knelt on the right side two rows away from them.

Unable to find the mud ball that anyone lost, He Jiusheng continued to turn around as a sculpture.

A mud ball snapped and threw it over, although it didn't hit He Jiusheng, but because of a drizzle in the morning, the soil was wet, and finally some mud ideas were stirred up on his clothes.

A good embroidery picture, it happened to be mud stained the peacock's eyes.

He Jiusheng turned his head again, this time he finally saw who had lost it.

A four or five-year-old boy was standing directly behind him, in the middle of the position, and there were some clay figurines in large and small places, which seemed to be pinched by him.

If you don't catch the eye, he throws a small ball, and he doesn't care where he throws it.

Bear child.

He Jiusheng turned his back and wanted to hold his little hand as a warning, but half of his body was forced, and his paralyzed legs were uncontrollable, driving his whole body to roll backwards.

With a stretch of his hand, he flattened the clay figures behind him.

provoked the children behind him to cry, and this cry made the people around him wake up from a dream, and their bodies shook inside and out.

The commotion here soon reached the ears of the emperor, and the chamberlain of the celebrant went out here.

Frightened, He Jiusheng straightened up, and immediately hid his muddy hand in his sleeve.

"Lord, what an important thing this sacrificial ceremony is, how can it be so nonsense?"

He Jiusheng closed her eyes in despair, it was over, she must have been found bullying the child just now.

She felt that her position had become the focus, and dozens of pairs of eyes were gathered to look this way, eager to burn a hole in her.

Unexpectedly, Song Yanjiao did not talk, but a man behind Song Yanjiao apologized again and again, "The grass people don't dare!" Please ask your father-in-law to tell the emperor that the grass people will abide by their duties and control their children. ”

"I really don't understand, it's just a matter of staying at home with such a child, what kind of eyes do you bring here!"

The waiter looked rebellious, threw off his sleeves and left.

He Jiusheng felt a big sigh in his heart.

Rajah? He's also a prince?

But why does he call himself a grass farmer?

Then why did this chamberlain dare to talk to him like that?

What's wrong with bringing a baby? Isn't that also the descendants of the old ancestors we worshipped in front of us!

Although the child smashed her, looking at the face of the waiter just now, He Jiusheng was still a little indignant in his heart.

The sacrificial ceremony took two more hours, plus the two hours of singing merit and praise before, a total of four hours!

When he was helped up by Song Yanjiao, He Jiusheng felt that his whole body was about to collapse.

The next scene made her scalp tingle.

Song Qianheng walked over to them!

The eyes are still on her!

"The soldiers are coming, the water is coming to cover the earth, what are you talking about......" He Jiusheng squeezed Song Yanjiao's palm and moved closer to him.

Song Qianheng came to the front, and there was a clear sharpness hidden in his dark eyes, as if he had hidden a knife, but he didn't talk to the two, but walked straight to their side and said to the person who was called the prince by the chamberlain just now, "Uncle Huang, don't come unharmed." ”

"Grass people, see the emperor." The man pulled the child with tears on his face and knelt down at him.

Only then did He Jiusheng see the father and son completely, the clothes on their bodies seemed incompatible with the people around them, although they were also materials that ordinary people could not afford to wear, but the folds on the fabric could be faintly seen.

The clothes seem to have been worn for several years, so the color has faded.

Since the waiter came, the child has not cried again, and there is a faint fear on his face, holding his father with one hand and stirring the corners of his clothes with the other.

"In a year, there are only a few times when I can see Uncle Xiaohuang. Although you have no official or lord, every time you call yourself a grass citizen, I always panic in my heart, after all, you have the blood of the emperor. The Emperor Taishang still remembered you before leaving, and kept a King Wen for you, and I always regarded you as the emperor's uncle. Now that your child is older, you really don't think about his future? ”

"The grass people are humble, it is an honor to be gifted by the emperor to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, how dare you think about it again!"

The man's head was buried deeper.

When Song Qianheng heard this, he didn't hurry to call people up, but deliberately turned his head and glanced at Song Yanjiao, the corners of his mouth rose as if nothing was there, "You brothers are really different, the little imperial uncle refuses to return to the royal family, but King Yan has the courage to ride to the royal family, one is like a cat, the other is like a tiger, interesting, interesting......"