Everything seems to be secretly marked with a clear price, destined to happen on the trajectory that is about to happen.

On the occasion of the national sacrifice ceremony, Jiang Li, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, joined hands with Murong Lian beside him, stepped on the forty-nine steps step by step, and came to the center of the altar to bow down to heaven and earth, behind which were thousands of courtiers bowing to them.

The only one standing was the priest who wore a strange mask next to Jiang Li and couldn't see his face.

No matter what means the man on the altar obtains the position of the Son of Heaven, no matter whether the woman next to him is good or ignorant.

The dragon and phoenix are auspicious, and the world is peaceful, all of which are needed for the national sacrifice ceremony.

Cangzi Meng also bowed below, and quietly raised his head to look at the two people in the center of the altar on the high platform.

She has long learned to bury her thoughts in her heart, so that no one can see the flaws on the surface.

Forget it, it's almost time.

The bottle of medicine given by Yan Mingjiu was different from what Cangzi had dreamed of before, it was a poison that could make people's bodies full of red spots in an instant.

It can be regarded as Jiang Li harming herself, if she doesn't stay in Murong Lian's palace for the night, Cang Zimeng will not have a chance to poison him.

What Murong Lian eats and what she doesn't eat, after so long, Cangzi Meng has already understood it thoroughly, and she knows Jiang Li's taste better. There are always one or two kinds of dishes that Jiang Li will eat, but Murong Lian will not touch them.

The priest glanced down at everyone and said, "Please offer incense to the emperor and queen." ”

Jiang Li was the first to get up, and then helped Murong Lian up.

Each of them took three pillars of incense from the altar and lit them against the candle flame to prepare for worship.

It's almost time.

The three-pillar incense in Jiang Li's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he watched as his white hands overflowed with bean-sized red spots from his skin.

"My Hand ......"

"Your Majesty, your face ......" Murong Lian gasped, unable to believe her eyes.

I saw that Jiang Li's face and neck quickly grew terrifying red spots.

Jiang Li touched his face with both hands, and looked at Murong Lian with a slightly trembling voice: "Lian'er, what's wrong with my face?" ”

Murong Lian covered her mouth with one hand, pointed to Jiang Li's face with the other, and replied, "The emperor's face has a lot of red spots. ”

The priest on the side glanced at it and said lightly: "It seems that the emperor is not the candidate chosen by God for the Son of Heaven, so red flowers fell from the sky to show dissatisfaction." ”

As soon as the sacrifice was finished, the red spots on Jiang Li's body quickly subsided again, leaving shallow traces.

His voice was not low enough for the people under the altar to hear.

There was an uproar

How Jiang Li's throne came about, each of them knows it.

Now that the priest said this, it is inevitable that some people will be convinced.

One person's eyes widened in fear, and he said, "Your Majesty, this is smallpox." ”

This time, Murong Lian also took half a step back.

Many people have never seen smallpox, but they know more or less.

People who have smallpox have basically no possibility of being cured, and she feels that Jiang Li is probably going to die now.

The sky is ominous above the ceremony, and it is the first time in thousands of years in Nansheng.

Everyone knows how Jiang Li's throne came about, forcing his father to annihilate his siblings, and everyone knows his viciousness.

But many emperors of the past dynasties also got the throne in this way, and there has never been such a ridiculous thing.

Jiang Li was extremely uncomfortable by the itching all over her body, and she didn't notice a look of disgust in the corners of Murong Lian's eyes.

He knew in his heart that it would take a long time for the storm to subside.

"The emperor is unwell, and the national sacrifice ceremony is suspended......"

In this case, even if Murong Lian didn't want to touch Jiang Li, she had to show her status.

Red flowers fell from the sky, maybe Jiang Li's fate was not good, or maybe God really didn't like Jiang Li.

No one has ever heard of a person with smallpox who has red spots on his body in an instant, but this time the Son of Heaven is sick, and who knows what the real situation will be.

Whatever, Murong Lian doesn't care about this, anyway, she is the mother of a country now, and she will be the queen of the world in the future.

No one saw a sneer on the corner of Cangzi Meng's mouth, and no one could feel the joy in her heart.

Jiang Li issued an order, and after that, Nansheng canceled the national sacrifice ceremony.

The people who knew about this matter were in an uproar, and they were a little less in awe of Jiang Li.

An emperor who does not think about the people will not be a good emperor.

The ceremony of sacrificing the country is to pray for the blessings of the people, and canceling the ceremony is to give up the people and the people's livelihood in disguise.

As I said before, Cangzi Meng will give his own answer after the national sacrifice ceremony.

Now, Jiang Li's sudden appearance of this situation makes everyone have no time to care about her existence.

Until...... Yan Ran called her to Murong Lian's room, and then withdrew.

There were only two people left in the room, her and Murong Lian, and a red parrot in the birdcage next to the bed.

"You've been in the palace for a month, haven't you?"

"Hui Niangniang, it's almost."

She's been here for nearly a month. Many of the things I feared didn't happen, but after I came, there were many unexpected things.

What Murong Lian wanted to do, Cang Zimeng didn't know, and she didn't ask, because she knew that Murong Lian would tell her the answer herself.

Murong Lian's eyes looked at the parrot by the window at this time, and the parrot stretched its wings, because it was bound by the cage, it could not fly freely, and could only fly from one corner to another.

"You and Hongu are like this parrot, trapped in the cage of the deep palace. The house cannot choose its own status, and you do not have the right to choose. ”

Cangzi Meng could hear that the last sentence was what Murong Lian wanted to express, telling her that as a slave, she had no right to choose, and she had to do her master's orders.

She didn't speak, only listened to Murong Lian continue: "Shushu, has your decision changed now?" ”

Sure enough, Murong Lian directly turned her words on the right track, she wanted to find out if Cangzimeng's determination to be a concubine had wavered after Jiang Li had smallpox.

If she is shaken, it means that her previous determination is not valid. If not, it proves that the original decision is a false cover-up, covering up her vanity of wanting to be a concubine and enjoy the glory.

That is, he has no right to choose, and he can't agree too calmly, Cang Zimeng suddenly didn't understand whether Murong Lian wanted to agree or didn't want to.

She smiled and replied: "Niangniang has said that slaves and maids living in the palace are like caged birds who cannot control their own destiny and have no right to choose.

The slave maid also knew that the maid and the emperor let the slave maid choose just to give the slave maid a step. The slave is the only daughter in the family, and her father is old, and she only hopes that her father can do well, and he is willing to do whatever he does for his mother. ”

It sounds good, but in fact it will inevitably look different.

Murong Lian hooked the corners of her mouth and raised her head slightly.

For a moment, Cangzimeng saw the temperament of the queen from her.

It was a feeling of being above all beings, and only in this moment.

Murong Lian's appearance is like a lotus flower, pure, clean, out of the mud without staining.

If Cangzi Meng hadn't witnessed her fornication with Guozhang, it is estimated that her perception of Murong Lian would not have changed by now.

An indelible fact is in front of him, Cangzi Meng can't be grateful to Murong Lian.

Because of her, Jiang Li will go to Beizhao, and because of her, Jiang Li will have evil thoughts about Beizhao.

In the final analysis, Murong Lian can also be regarded as the culprit of the demise of Beizhao.

Yan Mingjiu had investigated Murong Lian's background, and Donghua's meticulous work had been lurking by Jiang Li's side for seven years.

Seven years, seven years ago, Jiang Li was thirteen years old.

The encounter was already premeditated, but Jiang Li didn't find out for seven years.

Cangzimeng has long had no leisure to explore, whether she met late, or whether she and Jiang Li were not on the same trajectory.

People who used to worry about their every move, from the beginning of hatred, love is gone.

The beloved in his heart came to him with a purpose. This kind of scene, Cangzi Meng never thought of repeating it on Jiang Li.

That kind of taste of losing everything, she really wants Jiang Li to taste it too.

Murong Lian harmed Beizhao, and Cangzimeng hated her. But that hatred is still not as strong as Jiang Li's, and it goes deep into the bone marrow.

Listening to Cangzimeng's answer, Murong Lian nodded, and the cool shadow under the phoenix eyes was relieved.

"Okay, then from today onwards, you go to serve the emperor. The emperor's condition is very serious, the imperial doctors are helpless, and the palace has to find someone who can cure smallpox for the emperor, and there is no time to take care of the emperor. Since you are about to become the emperor's concubine, it is only fitting that you take care of his daily life. When the emperor improves, he will immediately crown you as a concubine. ”

In the eyes of the outside world, Jiang Li has smallpox, which will be transmitted to others, once smallpox is born, he will definitely die, and how long he can live depends on the creation.

Even Murong Lian avoided it, fearing that if she approached Jiang Li, she would be infected.

Cangzi Meng was stunned for a while, made a shocked look, and replied to Murong Lian with a trembling voice: "Slave maid...... Yes, sir. ”

The fear of death, and the indisobeyability of commands. She behaved vividly, so that Murong Lian couldn't detect anything unusual, and even she almost believed it.

"Don't worry, this palace will send someone to take good care of your father."

She gave Cangzimeng a reassurance, as if she was saying: You can rest assured to die, your family will live well.

"Thank you, maid, for your kindness."

After coming out of the Murong Lotus Palace, Yan Ran, who was standing outside the door, heard the footsteps and looked sideways at Cangzi Meng, who came out. stepped forward and asked, "Shushu, what did Niangniang tell you to do?" ”

"Tell me to take care of the emperor."

Her voice was very soft, but it startled Yanran.

"What?" Cangzimeng hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth and motioned for her to make a quieter voice.

Yanran was taken aback, and after calming down, she pulled Cangzimeng to the corner and asked in a low voice: "The emperor has smallpox, why didn't you refuse if Niangniang asked you to go?" ”

Her unbelievable eyes made Cangzimeng have the illusion that this girl had just entered the palace, naively thinking that the master would think about his subordinates everywhere, and he didn't want to think about who their master was.

That's the queen, the queen who is above 10,000 people under one person, the queen who bewitches the emperor with a purpose.

How could she think about the fate and future of a lowly palace maid?

"Niangniang does this, naturally she has her thoughts. You and I are trapped in the cage of the palace, Niang Niang is our master, and we have no right to refuse. ”

Yan Ran was dumbfounded, biting her lower lip and frowning slightly.