I didn't drink a sip of the pear soup at hand, and I knew that my master never liked sweets, and it was self-evident who this thing was prepared for.

After all, only that one likes these.

Habit is always the scariest thing.

Whispering, Xiang Mu said tentatively: "Master, why don't we go to the court tomorrow?" Your Majesty may ......"

"No, no." Li Ruiqing got up, flicked his sleeves and went inside, and slammed the door shut.

After eating a closed door, Zhimu lowered his head and said to his superiors: "Shi Liu, what kind of temper do you say these two people have caused again?" ”

"I don't know." It seemed to be an answer from the void, and when I looked around, I couldn't see the location of the stone flow at all.

He couldn't find him, so he muttered in a low voice, "I have a very uneasy feeling, and I always feel that something bad is about to happen." ”

A person was attached from the stone pillar, and the man crossed his arms and raised his head to reveal his eyes to Xue: "Bad thing? ”

"Really." Genmu looked at him and nodded, "It's a bad feeling, but I can't say it, it's just a feeling." ”

Shi Liu glanced at him, reattached it to the stone pillar, and merged with it: "Don't think about it, wash and sleep." ”

He shook his head and sighed. Could it be that you really think too much? Also, the recent turmoil has been calm, where is the mess?

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The southern sacrifice is a relatively grand ceremony in the southern country. It is known as the four important events in the south of the country with the annual autumn hunting, winter hunting, and examination.

Fragrant cars and BMWs, in an endless stream.

At the front of the convoy was Zhao Xiangling's golden canopy car, pulled by twelve horses, all of whom were thousands of miles of good horses. If the twelve horses had spread their legs and run, they would have disappeared in an instant.

There was a soft bunk on the car, Zhao Xiangling lay on his side on the bunk, and the two little palace maids slowly fanned her. Laying down, Celadon stood waiting for orders, his eyes closed to recuperate, and his eyebrows were slightly tired.

Qingfeng walked outside the carriage, yawning from time to time, and had to look upright, so he had to wipe it twice occasionally with tears in his eyes.

The mountain road was crooked, but the car was not bumpy, and in the midst of the fragrance, Zhao Xiangling sighed and sat up.

Celadon immediately sobered up and stood with his hands down.

"Celadon porcelain." Zhao Xiangling hooked his hand and motioned for her to come over, "Over there...... Ready to go? ”

Nodding hurriedly, Celadon said: "The clothes are ready, and Qingge is already on standby." ”

"Over there in Donglin?" Zhao Xiangling asked again.

Celadon replied: "All are on standby, Your Majesty, you can rest assured." ”

Squinting, Zhao Xiangling lay on his back again, and said lightly: "If something happens, don't panic, don't let anything happen." ”

If there is no major incident, it does not mean that there will be no major incident, but even if there is a major incident, it must be covered up and pretended that there is no major incident.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Celadon replied, without asking too much, and without showing any suspicious look.

Looking at the bright yellow car cover on the top, Zhao Xiangling let out a laugh as he looked at the nine-toed golden dragon flying in the nine heavens above. Close your eyes, turn around, and stop looking at it.

Taichang Temple is in charge of ceremonial music, as early as when Zhao Xiangling drove here, Taichang Temple Qing had already brought everyone here. Seeing the yellow car cover, he nodded his head, and the music began, and the drums sounded like thunder in the sky, shaking the ground.

The music is very exquisite, and the drum must be swirled in the sky three times, not once more, not once. Musical instruments such as silk and bamboo must be available, but they must not be noisy, they can only be heard faintly, and they must not be too prosperous.

When he heard the third drum sound, Zhao Xiangling got up and helped Celadon poke his head out of the car. Immediately, Lile paused, the voice turned, and the trombone sounded, and the momentum was magnificent.

The palace people hugged the red carpet and spread the floor to welcome the empress.

Stepping on the car stool, Zhao walked down with a solemn demeanor. Wearing a golden square crown, wrapped in a robe of nine dragons and nine phoenixes, and stepping on fire-patterned auspicious cloud thick-soled boots, under the sun at noon in this summer, the sun makes people's heads dizzy.

There were ice cubes in the car, and as soon as he got out of the car, Zhao Xiangling felt the heat burning outside.

The ministers who had been waiting outside for a long time blushed and bowed their heads and bowed: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live!" ”

Fixed, Zhao Xiangling glanced at him lightly, raised his hand and said, "Zhongqing is flat." ”

This sound was full of momentum, but only Zhao Xiangling knew, she roared this sound, and her head was buzzing, like thousands of bees that were about to be scalded were roaring.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The crowd stood up.

Among these people, there is still no Li Ruiqing. Zhao Xiangling covered the loss in his eyes, thinking to himself, he probably won't come.

The sacrifice of the southern kingdom was also absent, and he really didn't want to be this left minister anymore. Also, he comes and goes freely, he has free capital, he is already disgusted with officialdom, why should he be detained by his side?

Thinking so, the ceremonial officials have carried the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, tied them up and put them on the tribute table.

Lile changed again, Zhao Xiangling stepped forward with the voice, and came to the ninety-nine steps under Youmin Temple.

Youmin Temple, belonging to the Southern Emperor Temple, is said to have been a friend of the first emperor's father, General Heguo.

No one knows how old he lived, only that he was profound, and he had the power to reach the heavens. As for the legend of the flesh and bones of the living and dead, it is even more popular, causing people to want to find out.

Legends are legends, and no one knows how the truth is.

The ceremonial officials sang, and the Sanskrit words were endless. Zhao Xiangling stood in the sun, washed his hands with clean water first, then lit the lamp, burned incense, gave the elixir, and finally reached the last step.

It is also the hardest step.

As the female monarch of the southern country, she should pray for the blessings of the people of the world and have great righteousness in her heart. Therefore, the ninety-nine steps of Youmin Temple asked Zhao Xiangling to kneel up step by step!

That's why the ninety-nine staircases are so wide.

Secretly saying in his heart that one day he would tear all these ancestral sects apart, Zhao Xiangling gasped and knelt on the flat ground with his robe. Sure enough, it was so hot that it made people shiver.

Closing his eyes, Zhao Xiangling raised his hand and bowed, keeping his body straight and not losing his manners. The king of a country must have the appearance of a king of a country, even if he kneels on the iron plate, he must have the demeanor of a king of a country.

Phew. Zhao Xiangling scolded in his heart, got up and took a step forward, and then knelt down and bowed.

The knee immediately protested, Zhao Xiangling raised his head slightly and looked at the ninety-seven steps above, and sighed softly.

It's over, when she kneels up, she can probably hold her already hot feet in Youmin Temple and nibble on it.

I don't know how it tastes.

XXVII. Zhao Xiangling's eyes were a little dizzy. The golden crown on her head grew heavier and heavier, and was especially hot from the sun.

Despite the barrier of hair, it can't stand the fragrant sweat and dries out immediately.

The knee had long been worn out, and it was probably faintly bleeding. Zhao Xiangling looked down at his thickly embroidered dragon robe and sighed again.

When the emperor has to wear such a thick robe on a hot day, the sacrifice must be coarse wiring, which one can believe?

If someone hadn't been clever enough to sew a lining on her knee, she would have been even more miserable now.

Sure enough, it's still left...... Zhao Xiangling bowed his head, snorted coldly, and withdrew his words, Zuo Xiang is a pig, a big white pig in the pigsty!