"Okay, let's go back, it's boring." Jiang Ling looked at the jade pendant in his palm, although it was dirty, he could tell at a glance that it was carved from a high-grade Hetian jade, although it was not clear what it was for the time being, but Jiang Ling knew intuitively that this was a key that could open the fog.

Back in the small courtyard, Jiang Ling rushed to bed and didn't even want to eat dinner!

Jiang Ling's mind filtered over and over those clues that could open the fog, and after he came to the capital, his whole person seemed to be tied to a tree, unable to move.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is obviously like being sealed and destroyed, otherwise how could it be so completely destroyed.

Also, this jade pendant, you have to clean it and find someone who knows how to identify it.

Maybe it's time for him to act, leaving him alone in the capital, there must be his intention, it is to let him find the mystery in his heart.

Inside the Royal Palace

As the emperor of the Great Yan Kingdom, he has always been ruthless, as long as he dares to disobey his orders, it is a great crime to rebel and exterminate the Nine Clans, and he will never make himself a benevolent emperor.

Today's early dynasty is very troublesome, the Ministry of Rites played, saying that it is the 50-year sacrificial ceremony of Fangshan Fayuan Temple, the emperor wants to send someone over, on behalf of the imperial court for the people of the world, the country and the country, pray for smooth wind and rain, and peace in the world.

In the past 100 years, the dynasty has changed, the country is easy to change, in just a hundred years, several surnames have been replaced, the emperor of the Great Yan Kingdom is also from the bloodstained, corpses like a mountain of thorny road to today, he Murong Chui has established the Great Yan Kingdom for 30 years, and it is fortunate to have the Fayuan Temple to worship, which is also a fortunate thing for the Great Yan Kingdom.

"Let Pu Jian, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, go to the sacrifice on behalf of me, pay attention, the household department must cooperate with Pu Shangshu to prepare the silver taels needed!" Although he is brutal, he is by no means stingy, and it is a matter of national society.

"Your Majesty, since ancient times, the emperor has gone in person, and I'm afraid that Weichen will ······!" Pu Shangshu quickly knelt on the ground, there has never been any official in the history books to sacrifice for the emperor, is the emperor going to attack him?

"I have already said that I will give you the sword of the Son of Heaven, if I am here in person, and what is your heart, I have not doubted your loyalty to me!" The emperor waved his hand, very impatient, the dream last night made him sleep badly, and met such a timid Ministry of Rites Shangshu, it was really speechless, look at the entire court, are some timid and afraid of things, although it is absolute control in the imperial power, but it is also a little lonely, and the opponent is too weak and very lonely.

Zhuang Zhiyu has not spoken, standing in front of the courtiers, she is used to being silent, and the other ministers do not dare to come forward to talk easily, the whole Zhuang is in charge, and the ruthless means and the emperor have a fight, and the emperor never blames her, the whole world, only the emperor can let Zhuang Zhangyu speak.

After getting out of the court, Zhuang Zhiyu walked out of the court gate, and before he had time to get on the sedan chair, he was stopped by Pu Shangshu: "Zhuang Zhangyu, please stay!" Pu Jian wiped the sweat from his forehead, it really frightened him, and the emperor suddenly ordered him to go to Fangshan to worship the sky, isn't this obviously asking him to die? After so many years, will you have to be uprooted when you are old?

"Pu Shangshu, please have something to say." Zhuang Zhiyu knew what Pu Shangshu was going to say, but she never participated in the affairs between various courtiers, especially a veteran-level important minister like Pu Jian, she knew it in her heart.

"Zhuang Zhangyu, please also ask the Zhangyu to make it clear, what should the old minister do?" Pu Jian is sixty years old, originally planned to officially return to his hometown after his sixtieth birthday, never thought that the emperor would send him to Fangshan, since ancient times the emperor is ruthless, he understands, no one can figure out the emperor's heart, only this Zhuang Zhangyu can point out in front of the emperor.

"Lord Shangshu is humble, how dare the younger generation speculate on the holy will, since Lord Shangshu is an adult who can be trusted by the emperor, why should the adults panic!" Zhuang Zhiyu stepped forward and hugged Pu Jian's slightly trembling body bones, it was really embarrassing, what was he afraid of!

"Zhangyu, who in the court today can compare to the weight of Zhangyu in front of the saint, and I hope that Zhangyu will give advice." Pu Jian didn't want to lose his night, and he didn't want to end up with a miserable end.

"Lord Shangshu, time is running out, please go and prepare the sacrifice to Fangshan!" Zhuang Zhiyu couldn't explain what he meant, so he had to drop a sentence and leave quickly, leaving Pu Jian messy in the wind, what was the palm of the emperor saying, time is running out, time is running out!

Back in charge of the palace, Zhuang Zhiyu immediately came to the study and found a book, the sacrifices prepared by the Ministry of Rites should be here, she wanted to understand the emperor's intentions at this time, let a Shangshu go to the sky, this is obviously not in line with the emperor's character, what is he paying attention to, Zhuang Zhiyu frowned and opened the book, looking at the rules and etiquette of the sacrifice to the sky listed above, his face became more and more solemn.