The sun rose high, and many women were sweating from the sun, and the heavy dresses on their bodies were wet and dry, dry and wet, sticking to their bodies, so uncomfortable.

The sacrifice has officially started for more than an hour, and according to the previous process announced by the Ministry of Rites, it will take more than three hours to finish.

Yan Qingge and a group of women knelt on the ground, because she was pregnant, she deliberately received grace, and she was able to use a cushion under her knees to envy the eyes of many women next to her.

The wives of the Great Zhou are basically from noble backgrounds, they are pampered, and if they marry into their in-laws' family, their lives will not be too bad, and everyone's kneeling skills are relatively commonplace. If it's an ordinary ground, forget it, it's wild, uneven, and it's extremely uncomfortable to kneel.

The cushion under Yan Qingge's knees is not only made of thick cotton wool, but also two layers of winter fox fur with long fluff are sandwiched in it for fear that the cotton will not be soft enough for a long time.

Kneeling like this for a day, in addition to not being able to move for a long time and having some blood in his knees, Yan Qingge's legs didn't hurt.

Shui Ying had already returned to the area carved out by the royal side, and was very close to the emperor who was worshiped on the stage.

In this sacrifice, not only the queen and the crown prince came forward in person, but the emperor also showed his face. He has not been in the court for a long time, and all internal and external affairs are handed over to the crown prince, and many ministers are very excited to see the emperor.

I saw that the emperor's appearance was still the same, but his eyebrows and eyes had lost the momentum and heroism he had earlier, and he was no different from thousands of ordinary men in his fifties in the world.

Especially when there is a young and already majestic prince standing beside him, and the queen who is still a phoenix in the world despite being thin, such an image of the emperor is inevitably disappointing.

The Emperor's only use today is to hold a thick stack of bright yellow silk silks on the altar, and every once in a while, he recites the lengthy prayers on it.

Thousands of captives knelt on the ground with their faces facing Lingshan, tied up in sturdy knots, just waiting for the final moment to come.

Just when the sun was scorching everyone drowsy, suddenly, there was a commotion in front of them.

"Look, there's someone in front of you who has gone up to the altar. No, it's not one," a rare lady who had been paying attention to the movement on the altar, let out a small exclamation.

All the ladies who heard her voice looked over.

Yan Qingge is no exception. When her eyes fell on the altar, she found that the situation was in chaos.

I saw a dozen men who were either brightly dressed or in tattered clothes, armed with weapons, and instantly rose up with the guards guarding the altar, and two of them were particularly skillful, and they had already jumped onto the altar.

There were less than ten people on the stage, except for the emperor and the crown prince, the rest were all eunuchs and palace maids who were waiting.

This person is not bad to say that he is powerless.

"It's an assassin, there's an assassin," panic instantly spread among everyone.

The position where the women stayed was far away from the altar, and they didn't have to worry about their safety for the time being, but there were already two timid women who were trembling and wanted to leave.

Around this time, the royal family and close ministers closest to the altar also reflected.

"Stop Them"

"Protect Your Majesty"

"Your Highness, I'm here to save you."

"I'll go and protect all the ladies and highnesses to retreat first."

Many of these ministers stepped forward, some joined the fight against the Assassins, and some took on the role of guards.

Yan Qingge locked onto Yan Xiuyu who pounced on the assassins at a glance.

He ripped off the crown of beads on his head representing the identity of the prince with one hand, and rushed to the stage, the emperor was already targeted by a man in white with a short dagger, dodging left and right, stretched to the limit. In front of him, two palace maids and four eunuchs died on the spot in order to protect his life.

The man in white seemed to want to play tricks on the emperor, and stabbed the emperor with a short dagger a few times, stabbing him all over the body with a river of blood, but he didn't really want his life.

On the other hand, the crown prince is better than the emperor. He broke the long fan in the hand of the palace maid who held the fan before, leaving only the handle of the fan, which was used as a long weapon, and the tiger danced in the wind. Because there is some martial arts foundation, I haven't been injured yet.

Yan Xiuyu let out a loud shout, and his fist slammed into the face of the man in white.

The man in white seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he suddenly turned around and fought with Yan Xiuyu.

His kung fu was excellent, even compared to Yan Xiuyu, it was only a step behind, and the two of them passed more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the man in white was entangled by Yan Xiuyu, his companion waved the big knife in his hand to relieve the man in white.

Yan Qingge was very worried when he watched it in the audience.

The Praetorian Guards guarding near the altar were only a dozen people, and if they really talked about kung fu, they were just commonplace.

Today's sacrifice to the heavens is also allowed to be managed by the people, but they can only be in a very distant outer circle, where they basically can't see the emperor's face, and can only see people moving on the altar.

In order to prevent the people from being mixed with ill-intentioned people, most of the Praetorian Guards were sent to the outer ring, where there were many guards, but they could not come in to rescue them for a while.

Some of these assassins were mixed in the royal nobles of the sacrifice to the sky, and some were actually out of the group of captives kneeling in front of the altar, which shows that among the people who participated in the sacrifice to the heavens, there were internal thieves, and this matter was planned a long time ago.

"Princess Ning, you can't go." A noble lady pulled Yan Qingge's sleeve in a panic. More than one noblewoman has fled.

The blood that spurted from the emperor's body soaked his clothes, and also frightened some of the ministers and women below. Even the emperor dared to kill, let alone them.

In particular, I don't know who untied the ropes of the prisoners kneeling in front of them one by one, and those barbarians knew that they were going to be killed, and suddenly they were free, so they naturally fought hard to find a way out.

These barbarians who refuse to surrender are all warriors on the grassland, even if they have been locked up for a long time, the murderous nature on their bodies is still not small, as long as they see the Great Zhou people, one punch, for a while, like a tide, they will knock down most of the Great Zhou officials who have already begun to kill the assassins.

When the people were panicked, many people were ready to slip away, not to leave at this time, but when.

Yan Qingge shook his head: "Let's go." ”

Instead, she walked some distance forward, closer to the altar.

With a sweep of his eyes, Yan Qingge saw a bright yellow royal flag on the ground that was trampled on with footprints.

She toe up, stomped the flag, and held it in her hand.

The flagpole was made of coarse ash wood that was very strong and elastic, and Yan Qingge wrapped the flag tightly around one end of the flagpole as a place to shake hands, and held the other end in front of him, and rushed towards the barbarians without hesitation.

It had been a long time since he had practiced martial arts, but Yan Qingge's hands were not rusty at all.

She was dexterous, and the ash flagpole danced like a poisonous dragon by her, dotted or poked, and each hit the vital point of the barbarians. She seemed to have eyes on her back, and she suddenly returned to the pole several times, and several barbarians who wanted to sneak attack from behind were forced to roll on the spot, lying down and unable to get up.

On the platform, Yan Xiuyu managed to protect the seriously injured emperor, but he himself was densely surrounded by dozens of barbarians, because he had no weapons, the fight was quite difficult, and he had no time to take care of anything else.

Yan Qingge relied on such a flagpole to break through behind enemy lines. Her eyes searched anxiously, and finally found Shui Ying.

Shui Ying was holding a child in one hand, and was protected behind by five ministers dressed in the costumes of Great Zhou officials. Three of the five ministers were supposed to be military attachés and had a martial figure, and they did not cause Shui Ying to suffer any harm.

Yan Qingge flashed to the two of them a few times and helped them fight the enemy.

Shui Ying saw Yan Qingge, but she cried with a wow: "Qingge, you go and save Sheng'er Sheng'er is still with the queen's mother." ”

Yan Qingge was taken aback: "Isn't there anyone on the queen's side to help?"

"They're over there, don't finish your journey soon" Shui Ying pushed Yan Qingge, tears flowed for a long time.

Yan Qingge saw that she was sad to be like this, and saw that these ministers had good martial arts, and they had already protected Shui Ying's mother and son and slowly moved outward, and immediately said, "Then I'll go to the queen's side to have a look." You take care of yourself. After that, fight and go.

There are indeed dozens of people who rescued the queen by her side. But there were many more of them.

With the queen, there are not only the queen, but also Concubine Rong and Concubine Hou, as well as the rest of the concubines in the harem, and Hai Nazhu is also among those people.

Coupled with the people guarding them and the people besieging them, they were so dense that Yan Qingge couldn't tell where Yuan Sheng would be put at all.

Because this flagpole is not sharpened, Yan Qingge attacks many of the key points such as people's temples, necks, and dantians. But because she hadn't practiced martial arts for a long time, her strength was a little smaller, and she couldn't stun and kill one at once like she did before.

Even so, after a while, the people surrounding the queen and their outer layer had already been knocked down by her.

These barbarians are the type who are becoming more and more brave the more they fight, and when they saw Yan Qingge's bravery, they all flocked to her, wanting to fight her to the end.

On the queen's side, the pressure has greatly decreased.

But what made Yan Qingge's heart cold was that the queen's side immediately began to flee, and no one came to help Yan Qingge.

"That's Princess Ning's mother" A sharp-eyed concubine recognized Yan Qingge and exclaimed.

However, there was still no one to come to the rescue.

Yan Qingge was surrounded by dozens of barbarians.

Two punches are hard to beat four hands, let alone so many barbarians with a lot of strength.

With a click, the ash pole that had been used for a long time was broken from it.

Yan Qingge's shoulders and back, and even her arms, were smashed several times from all directions, and her eyes were black in pain, and she felt that her bones were about to break.

"Ah" Yan Qingge snorted, his eyes were quick, his body pounced downward, grabbed another section of ash pole that was broken, and used both hands together, and quickly connected the dots upward.

Seven or eight barbarians screamed in pain.

After the ash pole was cut off, the fracture turned into a sharp thorn, and Yan Qingge used these two ash poles as two spears and pierced them in their eyes.

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(Tianjin)