The Praetorian Guard at the gate immediately stepped forward and dragged the palace maid out without changing his face. This is not the first case, since the death of the precious concubine, the emperor has killed twenty-six palace people, abolished four palace concubines, seven women, and even Concubine Lan has been grounded for three months.

The palace maid was dragged out of the door before she reacted, she was so frightened that her face was pale, and when she saw that the chief manager Zhaoqing was about to go inside, she hurriedly grabbed his clothes, knelt on the ground and cried: "Chief manager, you save the slave and maid, save the slave and maid, the slave and the maid will not say anything, and the slave and maid will not say anything......"

Zhaoqing frowned, and hurriedly motioned to the guards to cover her mouth: "The emperor can't listen to the noise, plus the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens and praying for blessings, it is not appropriate to see too much blood, give a glass of poisonous wine, give her a good time." "As the saying goes, a companion is like a tiger, and now the emperor's mind is becoming more and more elusive, this Ling Chi execution is not an ordinary punishment, it is better to kill as little as possible.

"Yes, the boss is kind." The guards hurriedly responded, and now the emperor is becoming more and more moody, and even the three princes who help supervise the country are often punished to kneel, that is, this old man who follows the emperor can accurately figure out his thoughts.

Zhaoqing walked in with his head down, and saw that the emperor was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, and there were words in his mouth, but his voice was not clear, and he only felt very obscure when he heard it. Zhaoqing didn't dare to make a sound, stood quietly to the side, and waited until the emperor stopped and opened his eyes before bowing forward.

Emperor Yue Jingyun's eyes were dazzling, staring at Zhaoqing deadly, and said coldly: "What's your name?" ”

Zhaoqing was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly responded: "King Ning'an, surnamed Yue, named Jingxuan, and the word Ningchen." ”

Yue Jingyun stroked his palms and laughed, his eyes were full of excitement and joy: "Good, good, Zhaoqing is deeply satisfied, and I will reward fifty taels of gold." ”

"Emperor Xie Longen, the slave is ashamed." Zhaoqing hurriedly excused himself.

"No, this time, you deserve it, you deserve it." Yue Jingyun's eyes lit up, and he walked out excitedly, "Prepare the honor guard, I will go to worship the sky." ”

"Yes." Zhaoqing lowered his hands, lowered his eyes, and even the smile on his face was deferential to the extreme, but there was a slight strange wave in his heart, what the emperor just read was an extremely obscure incantation, it is said that as long as this incantation is recited, and then suddenly asked, who is the surname, if someone answers the person who curses in your heart, the incantation will take effect, and then kill the enemy thousands of miles away.

Zhaoqing also heard about it by chance, and he almost couldn't react when he heard it just now, and finally answered the name of King Ning'an, which was also a coincidence, after all, the emperor hated King Ning'an to the core.

Zhaoqing followed the emperor's footsteps, held his hand on the dragon bowl, and then respectfully stepped aside, a trace of sigh flashed in his heart, for an emperor, to kill a person sometimes does not even need to speak, as long as he shows dislike, there will be someone who perceives the holy will to do it, and now, the emperor wants to kill a person, but he has to hope for an obscure incantation, which can be regarded as sad to a certain extent.

"Your Majesty!"

The guard of honor opened the way, hundreds of officials followed, the bright yellow dragon was carried on the shoulders of sixteen people, looking from afar, the golden dragon flew and danced with thousands of lights, and the end was extremely majestic.

Walking to the street, the emperor looked at the silent streets around him, and couldn't help frowning: "Why aren't there any people watching the ceremony?" "He wants to sacrifice to the heavens and pray for the blessings of the people, shouldn't the people be thankful and bow down to him along the way?

Guo Xia, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, immediately caught up: "Back to the emperor, the people can see the holy face, and they are too excited, and Weichen is afraid of disturbing the emperor, so he doesn't dare to let the people come to watch the ceremony." ”

The emperor's gloomy face was a little better, and he rarely had a thought: "It's okay, the people are pure and good-natured, and it's inevitable to be excited when you see me, I won't mind." ”

"Yes, then Weichen ordered the people to come over." Guo Xia secretly pinched a handful of cold sweat, and hurriedly signaled to his subordinates on the side, "Hurry up and let the people in." ”

When the news was delivered, the guards hurriedly drove the people over, but there were two guards with knives waiting in each people's home, and if someone made an inappropriate move during the ceremony, then someone in the house would fall to the ground.

Yue Jingyun looked around, the people around him seemed to be extremely excited, his body couldn't stop trembling when he knelt on the ground, he tried to straighten his back, and finally had a feeling that everything was under control. During this time, his health was getting worse and worse, even in the harem, he couldn't do it, he felt angry, but unfortunately no matter how angry he was, he couldn't help him regain the majesty of the emperor, and now, looking at the people lying on the ground, he suddenly felt that his majesty was back.

The mighty imperial guard of honor stepped on the red silk curtain and slowly moved forward, and the royal majesty was so impressive that people did not dare to look at it directly. Just when the people were afraid, there was a sudden exclamation.

I saw that the emperor in the middle of the team suddenly fell to the ground, and the emperor with a straight back on the step rolled down directly, rolled out like a ball, and then lay on the ground in embarrassment.

The dragon robe was stained with dust, and the emperor's crown touched the ground and tilted aside, and the majesty was immediately swept away.

The surrounding people couldn't help but widen their eyes, their faces were terrified, but they laughed happily in their hearts, the emperor did not act, the people were not happy, even let them come to kneel and worship, they had to threaten their families with knives, it was better to fall him to death directly, in this way, King Ning'an would soon attack him, I heard that the people of Yunnan live very well, much better than them, who is not secretly envious?

"Your Majesty......" Zhaoqing hurriedly stepped forward and knelt on the ground to help the emperor up.

Yue Jingyun only reacted at this time, pushed Zhaoqing away, stood up angrily, and roared with red eyes: "What's the matter? ”

The attendants carrying the guard of honor have all knelt down: "Back to the emperor, there are nails buried under the red silk on the ground, and the attendants have stabbed their feet, so they haven't lifted the dragon for a while, please forgive the emperor." ”

"If you dare to throw me to the ground because of a little pain, then in the future, will you dare to betray me because someone threatens you? Such a person, what is the use of staying, drag it down, and all of them will be executed! Yue Jingyun was furious in his heart, the green tendons on his forehead were constantly beating, and the severe headache made him more and more violent.

"The Emperor's ......"

"Whoever pleads for mercy is intent on murdering me, just as late."

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites hurriedly swallowed his words and watched as the Praetorian Guards pulled down the attendant carrying the sedan chair.

Someone came up again, and the attendants were extra careful when lifting the dragon, for fear of following in the footsteps of their predecessors.

Emperor Yue Jingyun no longer had the heart to show off his majesty, and the speed of the procession was much faster.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu was so shocked by the previous accident that he immediately ordered people to check along the way, for fear that there would be any more mistakes, but fortunately, he arrived at the altar smoothly.

Yue Jingyun walked down the dragon bowl with an expressionless face, his left foot stumbled slightly, he had just fallen off such a high step, sprained his foot, and his waist and legs also had a faint pain, but he couldn't show it, this sacrifice to the sky was extremely important, no matter what, he had to complete it.

"Your Majesty, please go up to the altar and pray for incense." Zhaoqing stepped forward, and his movements became more and more submissive, for fear of angering the emperor's sensitive nerves.

Yue Jingyun stepped forward slowly with a stiff face, the heavy dragon robe made him feel that it was difficult to breathe, he took a deep breath, and then he felt better.

The forty-five steps on the altar imply the ninety-five supreme. Each step is carved with a golden dragon pattern, and around the altar, the world's mountains and rivers are carved. He stepped on the golden dragon and walked upward, and every step was extremely steady, as if he was trampling the world under his feet.

The mood gradually improved, this feeling of dominating the world is really addictive, and after he stood on the last step, he couldn't help but look back at the altar, all the people surrendered to the world and lost color, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, this world is his, he is the only monarch in the world, the king of Yuejing Xuanning'an, the chaotic ministers and thieves will die without a place to be buried.

Click!

There was a slight sound, followed by a boom, and the long staircase shattered suddenly, and the dragon head he had just stepped on fell with a grunt, rolling down the broken staircase to the ground and shattering.

"This ......"

The surrounding people couldn't stop retreating, this is the wrath of the heavens, this is the heavens feel that Yue Jingyun is unworthy of being the emperor and is not worthy of going to the altar.

Ominous, ominous!

Yue Jingyun's eyes were dark, and he almost fell to the ground, he only felt that the strength in his heart was drained, and it was difficult to even stand.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu hurriedly said in a loud voice: "Congratulations to the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live." The golden dragon shattered the void and left, the heavens must have sensed the emperor's sincerity, and summoned the golden dragon to heaven, long live the emperor! ”

The guards below hurriedly knelt down: "The emperor sincerely moved heaven and earth, long live the emperor, long live, long live." ”

The corners of Yue Jingyun's eyes throbbed violently, and it took a while to calm down. He stiffened and turned around, and the ceremonial officer who was originally standing on the altar hurriedly lit three sticks of incense tremblingly and sent them forward. Originally, there were many trivial procedures, but now looking at the emperor's appearance, I'm afraid I don't have the heart to care about those anymore, so let's put on the incense as soon as possible.

Yue Jingyun bears incense, trying to control his hands not to tremble, slowly walks to the front of the sacrificial tripod, and inserts the incense into the sacrificial tripod.

"Boom!"

Just as he was inserting the incense into the sacrificial altar, the whole sacrificial altar suddenly fell to the ground, and the grain filled in it was scattered all over the ground. I don't know if it was implicated in the sacrificial tripod, the whole altar began to shake, in the exclamation of everyone, the surrounding carved patterns were broken little by little, and then, the altar suddenly shattered, stones and wooden planks splashed, and in the blink of an eye, the majestic altar became a ruin.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty ......" Seeing that the pillars of heaven standing around the altar were smashed towards the middle, Zhaoqing rushed up to the altar quickly, blocking Yue Jingyun, and the heavy pillar smashed behind him, knocking him out of the air, falling to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yue Jingyun was thrown to the ground, and the pillar stone of Tongtian smashed on the ground against his head, if it wasn't for Zhaoqing's push just now, his head would have been smashed into bloody mud by the pillar!