Qi Kang had never been to the barracks, he didn't like dirty, he didn't like the people at the bottom, and he didn't even want to look at them more, let alone dance a sacrificial prayer dance for them.

Today, he was already in a bad state, and he was upset by everyone, and when he stood on the wooden platform that was not too high, his expression looked a little sluggish.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with the National Teacher? A look of reluctance...... It doesn't look like it's in any energy. Jiang Xi was fortunate to sit next to Meng Hui, and on the other side was Wei Guogong Ruyi.

The relationship between the two is not as stiff as before, as Yi heard this, and echoed in a dumb voice: "Weichen also thinks that the national teacher is different from the past, could it be that the matter of praying for rain has been hit too hard?" ”

Ruyi's old face was a little puzzled, she had seen the national teacher majestic since she was a child, neither humble nor arrogant, never tired, and from her childhood to the present, the national teacher has always maintained the same young appearance.

But today, I don't know what's going on, although his face hasn't changed, his demeanor has never been older and tired. You can even faintly feel the fear in his eyes. This made Ruyi extremely surprised, and she couldn't help but suspect the rumors outside, could it be that Qikang really received a curse because of his bad intentions?

As an important minister of the imperial court, she has been in the officialdom for many years, so she naturally knows whether the rumor is someone secretly fueling the trouble, or someone she has not been able to find out. Then think about it with your toes, it must be the Empress sitting next to her.

At the beginning, Ruyi didn't plan to make any moves based on this rumor, but was ready to wait and see for a while. She rejected the invitation of the national teacher, but it does not mean that she will fully support the new empress.

But when she saw Qikang's state today, she really couldn't regain a trace of reverence.

Old God Meng Hui was looking at the high platform, and said in a flat tone: "The blessing ceremony is different from praying for rain, it will not fail on the spot, I give him this opportunity, whether he wants to cherish it or not can only depend on himself." ”

If you listen to it, the emperor is indeed quite benevolent, obviously clear-hearted, and for the sake of the overall situation, let the national teacher regain the limelight, it is really a large number of adults and broad-minded.

Looking at Qi Kang, who was stiff and looked unnatural, Ruyi couldn't help but shake his head secretly. No matter how reluctant, why don't you pretend to be? After living for so many years, why don't you even have this little bit of proportion?

How did she know that Qi Kang's mind was full of what happened last night, and he was worried that he would really die at the end of the celebration, where was there any peace. His steps were messy, and his arms were like two dead branches swaying in the wind, which caused a lot of discussion among the soldiers below.

"Master Guoshi, this is a blessing? How is it no different from the great god of dancing in my village? ”

"you, the face of the national teacher is stronger than that of your village god!"

"Hmph, apart from his face, he doesn't have any other skills, right? If you don't pray for rain, why can't you even pray for blessings? ”

The discussion of everyone in his ears made Qi Kang's mood even more uneven. He is a dignified national teacher, who inherits the love of heaven and earth, and is above tens of thousands of people under one person, and today he has actually fallen to dancing for this group of barbarian girls!

How dare these vulgar women dislike him? Suspicious of him? He has been loved by the heavens since he was a child, and he has lived for hundreds of years without being frustrated, so why should these mortals who died at the touch of a sword talk about him?

It's all because of the new emperor! Qi Kang's eyes burst out with two sharp lights, and he looked straight at Meng Hui on the viewing platform in the distance. In addition to the fear of death, he also had more hatred for the soldiers in front of him and Meng Hui in his heart.

"Is this national teacher really crazy? If you can't pray for blessings yourself, what are you doing staring at us? Jiang Xi was surprised, and the last trace of awe in his heart was about to pass away.

"General Jiang, the national teacher is not glaring at you and me." Ruyi pondered for a moment, then turned his head sideways and said to Meng Hui, "Weichen feels that he seems to be blaming the emperor. ”

Meng Hui showed a look of surprise and puzzlement, and pretended to say, "Why is this?" I'm all here to secure his position! It is impossible for this kind of thing to fail, he can always recover some prestige after dancing the sacrificial dance and encouraging the soldiers! ”

Ruyi couldn't tell whether she was sincere or fake for a while, so she could only praise her: "The emperor is kind-hearted......"

Jiang Xi couldn't help but snort coldly when he heard this: "I don't think he appreciates it at all." Obviously, he lost his divine power, but he still blamed others. ”

Meng Hui said in his heart, where is this, divine power or something, he has never had it before. Although she thought like this in her heart, she still looked embarrassed and regretful on her face. "Alas, I think that when the prayer is over, it is better to let the national teacher cultivate well in the palace and show up less."

In the past, if Meng Hui said this, Ruyi would definitely try to stop it, because the national teacher is a divine power, which can contain the imperial power and prevent the power from being too concentrated in the Ji family. But at this time, Qikang, the theocratic representative, is too useless to play its due role, not to mention, it has to bring about the opposite effect.

If the prestige of Qikang continues to decline, Meng Hui will be able to take the opportunity to grasp the divine power in his hands and play the role of the man of the Mandate of Heaven more vividly, so that all the people will respect and the rule of the Ji family will be more stable.

Ruyi thought of this, but there was still no intention to refute it. "Weichen also thinks it's time for the national teacher to rest."

Meng Hui saw that the sacrificial dance had reached the last moment, so he stopped gossiping, reached out his thoughts, and quickly destroyed several runes on Qikang's robe. According to her analysis, those were the keys to maintaining his ageless countenance.

"Oops! Look! ”

"National teacher! The national teacher is old! ”

"Oh no! The national teacher has lost the protection of heaven! ”

Meng Hui sat firmly on the viewing platform, only showing just the right amount of worry, but in fact, there was no fluctuation in his heart. She had already asked Shang Yun to quietly install people in the army, and these people would control their speech first and not let things involve her.

"It must be the national teacher's bad intentions! Punished by God! This is damnation! ”

"The emperor is destined to return, and there is a vision on the day of the enthronement ceremony! The national teacher must have angered the heavens! ”

Recently, such remarks have been widely circulated, and when they are shouted like this today, it seems to have been planted in everyone's hearts, rooted and sprouted, and there is no doubt about it.

The national teacher was abandoned by the heavens, and taking back his divine power was a punishment for his disloyalty.

Qi Kang had long since stopped dancing, and his mind went blank as he stretched out his hands in a daze, looking at the deepening wrinkles and age spots on it. He didn't know that his cheeks were like dead trees, his eyes drooped, his hair was pale, and he was hunched like a half-dead man about to sink into the ground.

His empty mind suddenly sounded Xi Jin's words again, and at the end of the celebration, it was his time of death.

Qi Kangru was hit with a heavy hammer, his heart was stuffy, his throat tightened, and he spat out a mouthful of turbid blood and fell heavily to the ground, ending this blessing celebration that no one had ever come before.

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