"Oops." Painting Thirteen looked around at the warm red lanterns that gradually lit up in the dark night, and he couldn't help but frown, "Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve." The so-called 'meteorite' that fell in the northern suburbs will be transported into the palace by Ying Chengzhao tonight for the emperor's bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. ”

Yin Chenglian's brows were tightly knit but his eyes were blank, and he nodded: "In an hour, I will also enter the palace to participate in the ceremony of sacrificing the heavens." You say, what will Ying Chengzhao transport into the palace? ”

Painting Thirteen's eyebrows jumped, his eyes were deep, he looked at Jingmo, and remembered the old man who died tragically in the civilian alley, and his worried look was overflowing: "It is very likely to be a powerful and dangerous thing." Your Highness, can you take me into the palace with you? Whatever the direction of this matter, it is not clear whether it can be reversed. ”

"Okay." Yin Chenglian rarely saw Hua Thirteen show a worried and anxious look on his face, he didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly agreed.

It was Jingmo who had always understood and supported all the decisions of the thirteenth painting, or tried to make herself understand and support, but this time she was a little flustered and stopped her for the first time: "Thirteen." The injuries on your body are getting worse and worse, so don't go into the palace tonight, right? Even if you enter the palace, it won't help if something happens, but you need to trouble His Highness to take care of you. ”

Hua Thirteen turned his head and looked at Jingmo's expression with puzzled eyes, and couldn't help frowning: "Jingmo, what's wrong with you?" ”

Yin Chenglian also felt a little strange when he heard Jingmo's last sentence: "That's it, Jingmo." It's rare to hear you refute Xiaobai once. What do you mean by bothering me to take care of Xiaobai? Aren't you going into the palace with us? ”

Jingmo vigilantly changed back to a calm and calm look, restrained the panic and uneasiness in her eyes, she looked at the painting thirteen with her eyes, and thought of an excellent reason, explaining: "I... Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and I'm going to the suburbs to burn paper for an old man. ”

"Huh? Who is it? Yin Chenglian asked with some surprise.

Jing Mo glanced at Hua Thirteen thoughtfully, she knew that he would think that the person she was going to worship was Shang Lu, and therefore she would not continue to ask. Sure enough, Hua Thirteen thought he understood, so he didn't say anything, but stopped Yin Chenglian for Jingmo: "In that case, let me and Changling enter the palace with you." Tonight, I have to go. ”

Jingmo's eyebrows furrowed, barely suppressing the layers of worry in the depths of his eyes, and he looked at Hua Thirteen's resolute expression again and again. Hua Thirteen thought that Jingmo was worried that he would mind her going to worship Shang Lu, and comforted him before leaving: "I understand, he is your senior brother after all, you don't have to worry about me." It's you, go alone, be careful. ”

"I ......" Jingmo knew that she couldn't stop Thirteen, so she had to nod weakly, because tonight, her affairs couldn't be delayed any longer, and she had to take a risk in order to draw Thirteen.

"Leaving so early?" Yin Chenglian looked at the back of the thirteen big strides of the meteor that had already stepped out of the mansion.

"Go and wait for the rabbit." The thirteen heads of the painting were hurried, but the words were full of worry that could not be hidden.

"Huh?" Yin Chenglian chased after him, and Chang Ling and Zhang Yueheng followed closely with their swords and swords.

The whole long street is filled with a drunken reddish light, like a smoky evening glow, and rows of red lanterns hang like guavas on the branches of every house. Unfortunately, after a loud bang in the northern suburbs a few days ago, the people in the city have not yet been completely freed from everyone's danger and panic, and there is no crowd on the street commensurate with the lively atmosphere of the festival. For a while, there were few people in the entire prosperous capital, which made tonight particularly sad and weird.

"We'll just wait here." Hua Thirteen stopped in front of the majestic and tall palace gate, looked at the strict and cold guards on both sides of the palace gate, and said to Yin Chenglian.

"Here? Waiting for whom? Yin Chenglian thought for a moment and understood, "You want to intercept Ying Chengzhao's carriage transporting meteorites here, right?" ”

"It's not an interception, it's just an inspection." Painting Thirteen put his hand into his arms to find something, but frowned, "Strange." Where is the token that Your Highness gave me? ”

"I'm all here, why are you looking for tokens?" After Yin Chenglian knew the intention of painting thirteen, he unloaded his tense emotions and said with a hippie smile, "Your Highness will stop here, and it will be a beautiful scenery that people have to stop and admire!" ”

"......" Painting Thirteen slanted Yin Chenglian's glance and smiled helplessly, almost not holding back the coughing sound that came up in his chest, and he forgot who quietly took Yin Cheng's fully used token, he smiled, "Yes, Your Highness has such a big face, and you will have to rely on Your Highness for a while." ”

At this time, there was a roaring carriage sound not far away, and a mighty team of gongs and drums gradually approached the palace gate.

"Yo, such a coincidence, it's Your Highness." Ying Chengzhao walked down from the sedan chair curtain of silk brocade, with a faint smile on his face, and glanced at the painting thirteen beside Yin Chenglian meaningfully, and said with a smile, "I remember the saint's sacrificial night ceremony tonight, and the attendees were either rich or noble, this prince must not have been invited, right?" His Royal Highness brought him over, could it be that he figured out something and wanted to introduce him to Ying? ”

Yin Chenglian snorted coldly, ignoring Ying Chengzhao's words at all, and his gaze crossed Ying Chengzhao and landed on the giant carriage escorted by the soldiers and horses behind him. The carriage carried something covered in red cloth several feet high, which was awe-inspiring but fascinating.

Yin Chenglian retracted his half-surprised gaze, stared intently at Ying Chengzhao's eyes, and ordered the palace gate guards in a sonorous tone: "Sacrificing the sky tonight is a major matter in the palace, and there must be no half-point difference." Come on, take off the red cloth from the carriage, and Your Highness will carefully examine what this meteorite that no one has ever seen before. ”

Recently, Yin Cheng has been in and out of the palace gate very frequently, and the guards also know the truth of seeing the wind and making the rudder, and it is also the responsibility of the palace gate guards to check the luggage of the carriage, so several guards menacingly raised their knives and walked towards the meteorite on the carriage like a huge red pomegranate.

"Without the permission of Lord Ben, who would dare to move this meteorite from the sky? You must know that this is a divine object outside the sky, and every inch is related to the prosperity of Da Yin's national fortune! Ying Chengzhao played in a good official tone, but there was no obvious anxiety and impatience in his expression.

The guards were stumped by Ying Chengzhao's words halfway through, and they all looked at Yin Chenglian hesitantly. Yin Chenglian saw Ying Chengzhao squinting at him, and there was a little provocative smile in his deep eyes.

Yin Chenglian snorted sullenly, and strode over, when he walked past Ying Chengzhao's side, his footsteps were fixed for a moment, and he said with a rare seriousness: "If you let me know that there is not a so-called meteorite under the red cloth, I will definitely let Ying Chengzhao be ruined!" ”

The smile on Ying Chengzhao's face froze for a moment, the muscles on his lips twitched, he glanced at the outline under the red cloth on the carriage, and then changed back to a calm demeanor and replied with a dry smile: "Ying doesn't understand what His Highness is talking about. It's just that meteorites are sacred things, and I advise Your Highness to do it in response to heaven. ”

Painting Thirteen faintly heard the last sentence, and a cloud of doubt suddenly appeared in his heart. Yin Chenglian glanced back inquiringly at Painting Thirteen, and Painting Thirteen nodded. Yin Chenglian violently pulled out the knife of the guards beside him, and walked towards the giant wheel carriage with an awe-inspiring expression, as if it was not a meteorite covered in a red cloth, but some kind of fierce beast trapped in a cage to be tamed.

With a "bang", Yin Chenglian took off the entire huge red cloth, and a huge and towering iron-black stone was presented in front of everyone at a close distance.

Yin Chenglian's eyebrows were deep, and he looked back at Hua Thirteen with a sharp knife, and Hua Thirteen nodded heavily, casting an affirmative look at him.

Suddenly, with a "clang", Yin Chenglian raised the knife in his hand and slashed towards the meteorite. Yin Chenglian was stunned, and then he began to slash down the second and third knives.

The sound is as deep and dull as a mountain, and the meteorite is as wooden as a bell. No matter which direction Yin Chenglian cut down on the meteorite, the result obtained was not the slightest different. His grip on the knife gradually loosened, and with some disbelief and weakness, he walked back to Thirteen.

"It's a solid stone. Is it really just a meteorite? Yin Chenglian's eyebrows were deeply locked, and he felt a little empty and confused for a while.

Hua Thirteen glanced at Ying Chengzhao's posture and secretly lowered his eyes: "Let's go." Advanced Palace. ”

Yin Chenglian turned around helplessly and walked towards the main hall of worshipping the sky. Ying Chengzhao sneered, waved his hand and motioned his subordinates to cover the red cloth again, and entered the palace in a mighty manner.

Sitian Hall has always been a sacred place for the Qin Tianjian in the palace to divinate the stars and worship the gods. The whole hall is oval, the top of the hall is decorated with chaotic broken jade to depict the stars in the night sky, Yiyi streamer, elegant and solemn, the center of the top of the hall is the hollow ring that is piled up layer by layer, which can directly undertake the moonlight and starlight outside the sky. Corresponding to it is the lotus-shaped altar in the center of the main hall, which is like a lotus platform where the Bodhisattva meditates in the temple, quiet and secluded.

Yin Chenglian entered the main hall with the footsteps of the thirteenth front of the painting and sat down, and Ying Chengzhao arrived with the meteorite and then arrived: "Weichen Ying Chengzhao, according to the holy order of our emperor, specially on this Chinese New Year's Eve night, to present the imperial gifts that fell from the sky to my emperor!" Long live my emperor, long live, long live! ”

On the occasion of Ying Chengzhao's kowtow, the magnates of the full hall also bowed deeply and shouted joyfully: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" ”

The emperor raised his head and said with a smile: "If you want to talk about the most considerate heart, the combined civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty may not be worthy of you Ying Chengzhao." Carry the meteorite to the altar, I personally unveil the red cloth, and enjoy it with you! ”

"Oops." Painting Thirteen looked around at the warm red lanterns that gradually lit up in the dark night, and he couldn't help but frown, "Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve." The so-called 'meteorite' that fell in the northern suburbs will be transported into the palace by Ying Chengzhao tonight for the emperor's bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. ”

Yin Chenglian's brows were tightly knit but his eyes were blank, and he nodded: "In an hour, I will also enter the palace to participate in the ceremony of sacrificing the heavens." You say, what will Ying Chengzhao transport into the palace? ”

Painting Thirteen's eyebrows jumped, his eyes were deep, he looked at Jingmo, and remembered the old man who died tragically in the civilian alley, and his worried look was overflowing: "It is very likely to be a powerful and dangerous thing." Your Highness, can you take me into the palace with you? Whatever the direction of this matter, it is not clear whether it can be reversed. ”

"Okay." Yin Chenglian rarely saw Hua Thirteen show a worried and anxious look on his face, he didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly agreed.

It was Jingmo who had always understood and supported all the decisions of the thirteenth painting, or tried to make herself understand and support, but this time she was a little flustered and stopped her for the first time: "Thirteen." The injuries on your body are getting worse and worse, so don't go into the palace tonight, right? Even if you enter the palace, it won't help if something happens, but you need to trouble His Highness to take care of you. ”

Hua Thirteen turned his head and looked at Jingmo's expression with puzzled eyes, and couldn't help frowning: "Jingmo, what's wrong with you?" ”

Yin Chenglian also felt a little strange when he heard Jingmo's last sentence: "That's it, Jingmo." It's rare to hear you refute Xiaobai once. What do you mean by bothering me to take care of Xiaobai? Aren't you going into the palace with us? ”

Jingmo vigilantly changed back to a calm and calm look, restrained the panic and uneasiness in her eyes, she looked at the painting thirteen with her eyes, and thought of an excellent reason, explaining: "I... Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and I'm going to the suburbs to burn paper for an old man. ”

"Huh? Who is it? Yin Chenglian asked with some surprise.

Jing Mo glanced at Hua Thirteen thoughtfully, she knew that he would think that the person she was going to worship was Shang Lu, and therefore she would not continue to ask. Sure enough, Hua Thirteen thought he understood, so he didn't say anything, but stopped Yin Chenglian for Jingmo: "In that case, let me and Changling enter the palace with you." Tonight, I have to go. ”

Jingmo's eyebrows furrowed, barely suppressing the layers of worry in the depths of his eyes, and he looked at Hua Thirteen's resolute expression again and again. Hua Thirteen thought that Jingmo was worried that he would mind her going to worship Shang Lu, and comforted him before leaving: "I understand, he is your senior brother after all, you don't have to worry about me." It's you, go alone, be careful. ”

"I ......" Jingmo knew that she couldn't stop Thirteen, so she had to nod weakly, because tonight, her affairs couldn't be delayed any longer, and she had to take a risk in order to draw Thirteen.

"Leaving so early?" Yin Chenglian looked at the back of the thirteen big strides of the meteor that had already stepped out of the mansion.

"Go and wait for the rabbit." The thirteen heads of the painting were hurried, but the words were full of worry that could not be hidden.

"Huh?" Yin Chenglian chased after him, and Chang Ling and Zhang Yueheng followed closely with their swords and swords.

The whole long street is filled with a drunken reddish light, like a smoky evening glow, and rows of red lanterns hang like guavas on the branches of every house. Unfortunately, after a loud bang in the northern suburbs a few days ago, the people in the city have not yet been completely freed from everyone's danger and panic, and there is no crowd on the street commensurate with the lively atmosphere of the festival. For a while, there were few people in the entire prosperous capital, which made tonight particularly sad and weird.

"We'll just wait here." Hua Thirteen stopped in front of the majestic and tall palace gate, looked at the strict and cold guards on both sides of the palace gate, and said to Yin Chenglian.

"Here? Waiting for whom? Yin Chenglian thought for a moment and understood, "You want to intercept Ying Chengzhao's carriage transporting meteorites here, right?" ”

"It's not an interception, it's just an inspection." Painting Thirteen put his hand into his arms to find something, but frowned, "Strange." Where is the token that Your Highness gave me? ”

"I'm all here, why are you looking for tokens?" After Yin Chenglian knew the intention of painting thirteen, he unloaded his tense emotions and said with a hippie smile, "Your Highness will stop here, and it will be a beautiful scenery that people have to stop and admire!" ”

"......" Painting Thirteen slanted Yin Chenglian's glance and smiled helplessly, almost not holding back the coughing sound that came up in his chest, and he forgot who quietly took Yin Cheng's fully used token, he smiled, "Yes, Your Highness has such a big face, and you will have to rely on Your Highness for a while." ”

At this time, there was a roaring carriage sound not far away, and a mighty team of gongs and drums gradually approached the palace gate.

"Yo, such a coincidence, it's Your Highness." Ying Chengzhao walked down from the sedan chair curtain of silk brocade, with a faint smile on his face, and glanced at the painting thirteen beside Yin Chenglian meaningfully, and said with a smile, "I remember the saint's sacrificial night ceremony tonight, and the attendees were either rich or noble, this prince must not have been invited, right?" His Royal Highness brought him over, could it be that he figured out something and wanted to introduce him to Ying? ”

Yin Chenglian snorted coldly, ignoring Ying Chengzhao's words at all, and his gaze crossed Ying Chengzhao and landed on the giant carriage escorted by the soldiers and horses behind him. The carriage carried something covered in red cloth several feet high, which was awe-inspiring but fascinating.

Yin Chenglian retracted his half-surprised gaze, stared intently at Ying Chengzhao's eyes, and ordered the palace gate guards in a sonorous tone: "Sacrificing the sky tonight is a major matter in the palace, and there must be no half-point difference." Come on, take off the red cloth from the carriage, and Your Highness will carefully examine what this meteorite that no one has ever seen before. ”

Recently, Yin Cheng has been in and out of the palace gate very frequently, and the guards also know the truth of seeing the wind and making the rudder, and it is also the responsibility of the palace gate guards to check the luggage of the carriage, so several guards menacingly raised their knives and walked towards the meteorite on the carriage like a huge red pomegranate.

"Without the permission of Lord Ben, who would dare to move this meteorite from the sky? You must know that this is a divine object outside the sky, and every inch is related to the prosperity of Da Yin's national fortune! Ying Chengzhao played in a good official tone, but there was no obvious anxiety and impatience in his expression.

The guards were stumped by Ying Chengzhao's words halfway through, and they all looked at Yin Chenglian hesitantly. Yin Chenglian saw Ying Chengzhao squinting at him, and there was a little provocative smile in his deep eyes.

Yin Chenglian snorted sullenly, and strode over, when he walked past Ying Chengzhao's side, his footsteps were fixed for a moment, and he said with a rare seriousness: "If you let me know that there is not a so-called meteorite under the red cloth, I will definitely let Ying Chengzhao be ruined!" ”

The smile on Ying Chengzhao's face froze for a moment, the muscles on his lips twitched, he glanced at the outline under the red cloth on the carriage, and then changed back to a calm demeanor and replied with a dry smile: "Ying doesn't understand what His Highness is talking about. It's just that meteorites are sacred things, and I advise Your Highness to do it in response to heaven. ”

Painting Thirteen faintly heard the last sentence, and a cloud of doubt suddenly appeared in his heart. Yin Chenglian glanced back inquiringly at Painting Thirteen, and Painting Thirteen nodded. Yin Chenglian violently pulled out the knife of the guards beside him, and walked towards the giant wheel carriage with an awe-inspiring expression, as if it was not a meteorite covered in a red cloth, but some kind of fierce beast trapped in a cage to be tamed.

With a "bang", Yin Chenglian took off the entire huge red cloth, and a huge and towering iron-black stone was presented in front of everyone at a close distance.

Yin Chenglian's eyebrows were deep, and he looked back at Hua Thirteen with a sharp knife, and Hua Thirteen nodded heavily, casting an affirmative look at him.

Suddenly, with a "clang", Yin Chenglian raised the knife in his hand and slashed towards the meteorite. Yin Chenglian was stunned, and then he began to slash down the second and third knives.

The sound is as deep and dull as a mountain, and the meteorite is as wooden as a bell. No matter which direction Yin Chenglian cut down on the meteorite, the result obtained was not the slightest different. His grip on the knife gradually loosened, and with some disbelief and weakness, he walked back to Thirteen.

"It's a solid stone. Is it really just a meteorite? Yin Chenglian's eyebrows were deeply locked, and he felt a little empty and confused for a while.

Hua Thirteen glanced at Ying Chengzhao's posture and secretly lowered his eyes: "Let's go." Advanced Palace. ”

Yin Chenglian turned around helplessly and walked towards the main hall of worshipping the sky. Ying Chengzhao sneered, waved his hand and motioned his subordinates to cover the red cloth again, and entered the palace in a mighty manner.

Sitian Hall has always been a sacred place for the Qin Tianjian in the palace to divinate the stars and worship the gods. The whole hall is oval, the top of the hall is decorated with chaotic broken jade to depict the stars in the night sky, Yiyi streamer, elegant and solemn, the center of the top of the hall is the hollow ring that is piled up layer by layer, which can directly undertake the moonlight and starlight outside the sky. Corresponding to it is the lotus-shaped altar in the center of the main hall, which is like a lotus platform where the Bodhisattva meditates in the temple, quiet and secluded.

Yin Chenglian entered the main hall with the footsteps of the thirteenth front of the painting and sat down, and Ying Chengzhao arrived with the meteorite and then arrived: "Weichen Ying Chengzhao, according to the holy order of our emperor, specially on this Chinese New Year's Eve night, to present the imperial gifts that fell from the sky to my emperor!" Long live my emperor, long live, long live! ”

On the occasion of Ying Chengzhao's kowtow, the magnates of the full hall also bowed deeply and shouted joyfully: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" ”

The emperor raised his head and said with a smile: "If you want to talk about the most considerate heart, the combined civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty may not be worthy of you Ying Chengzhao." Carry the meteorite to the altar, I personally unveil the red cloth, and enjoy it with you! ”

"Oops." Painting Thirteen looked around at the warm red lanterns that gradually lit up in the dark night, and he couldn't help but frown, "Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve." The so-called 'meteorite' that fell in the northern suburbs will be transported into the palace by Ying Chengzhao tonight for the emperor's bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. ”

Yin Chenglian's brows were tightly knit but his eyes were blank, and he nodded: "In an hour, I will also enter the palace to participate in the ceremony of sacrificing the heavens." You say, what will Ying Chengzhao transport into the palace? ”

Painting Thirteen's eyebrows jumped, his eyes were deep, he looked at Jingmo, and remembered the old man who died tragically in the civilian alley, and his worried look was overflowing: "It is very likely to be a powerful and dangerous thing." Your Highness, can you take me into the palace with you? Whatever the direction of this matter, it is not clear whether it can be reversed. ”

"Okay." Yin Chenglian rarely saw Hua Thirteen show a worried and anxious look on his face, he didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly agreed.

It was Jingmo who had always understood and supported all the decisions of the thirteenth painting, or tried to make herself understand and support, but this time she was a little flustered and stopped her for the first time: "Thirteen." The injuries on your body are getting worse and worse, so don't go into the palace tonight, right? Even if you enter the palace, it won't help if something happens, but you need to trouble His Highness to take care of you. ”

Hua Thirteen turned his head and looked at Jingmo's expression with puzzled eyes, and couldn't help frowning: "Jingmo, what's wrong with you?" ”

Yin Chenglian also felt a little strange when he heard Jingmo's last sentence: "That's it, Jingmo." It's rare to hear you refute Xiaobai once. What do you mean by bothering me to take care of Xiaobai? Aren't you going into the palace with us? ”

Jingmo vigilantly changed back to a calm and calm look, restrained the panic and uneasiness in her eyes, she looked at the painting thirteen with her eyes, and thought of an excellent reason, explaining: "I... Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and I'm going to the suburbs to burn paper for an old man. ”

"Huh? Who is it? Yin Chenglian asked with some surprise.

Jing Mo glanced at Hua Thirteen thoughtfully, she knew that he would think that the person she was going to worship was Shang Lu, and therefore she would not continue to ask. Sure enough, Hua Thirteen thought he understood, so he didn't say anything, but stopped Yin Chenglian for Jingmo: "In that case, let me and Changling enter the palace with you." Tonight, I have to go. ”

Jingmo's eyebrows furrowed, barely suppressing the layers of worry in the depths of his eyes, and he looked at Hua Thirteen's resolute expression again and again. Hua Thirteen thought that Jingmo was worried that he would mind her going to worship Shang Lu, and comforted him before leaving: "I understand, he is your senior brother after all, you don't have to worry about me." It's you, go alone, be careful. ”

"I ......" Jingmo knew that she couldn't stop Thirteen, so she had to nod weakly, because tonight, her affairs couldn't be delayed any longer, and she had to take a risk in order to draw Thirteen.

"Leaving so early?" Yin Chenglian looked at the back of the thirteen big strides of the meteor that had already stepped out of the mansion.

"Go and wait for the rabbit." The thirteen heads of the painting were hurried, but the words were full of worry that could not be hidden.

"Huh?" Yin Chenglian chased after him, and Chang Ling and Zhang Yueheng followed closely with their swords and swords.

The whole long street is filled with a drunken reddish light, like a smoky evening glow, and rows of red lanterns hang like guavas on the branches of every house. Unfortunately, after a loud bang in the northern suburbs a few days ago, the people in the city have not yet been completely freed from everyone's danger and panic, and there is no crowd on the street commensurate with the lively atmosphere of the festival. For a while, there were few people in the entire prosperous capital, which made tonight particularly sad and weird.

"We'll just wait here." Hua Thirteen stopped in front of the majestic and tall palace gate, looked at the strict and cold guards on both sides of the palace gate, and said to Yin Chenglian.

"Here? Waiting for whom? Yin Chenglian thought for a moment and understood, "You want to intercept Ying Chengzhao's carriage transporting meteorites here, right?" ”

"It's not an interception, it's just an inspection." Painting Thirteen put his hand into his arms to find something, but frowned, "Strange." Where is the token that Your Highness gave me? ”

"I'm all here, why are you looking for tokens?" After Yin Chenglian knew the intention of painting thirteen, he unloaded his tense emotions and said with a hippie smile, "Your Highness will stop here, and it will be a beautiful scenery that people have to stop and admire!" ”

"......" Painting Thirteen slanted Yin Chenglian's glance and smiled helplessly, almost not holding back the coughing sound that came up in his chest, and he forgot who quietly took Yin Cheng's fully used token, he smiled, "Yes, Your Highness has such a big face, and you will have to rely on Your Highness for a while." ”

At this time, there was a roaring carriage sound not far away, and a mighty team of gongs and drums gradually approached the palace gate.

"Yo, such a coincidence, it's Your Highness." Ying Chengzhao walked down from the sedan chair curtain of silk brocade, with a faint smile on his face, and glanced at the painting thirteen beside Yin Chenglian meaningfully, and said with a smile, "I remember the saint's sacrificial night ceremony tonight, and the attendees were either rich or noble, this prince must not have been invited, right?" His Royal Highness brought him over, could it be that he figured out something and wanted to introduce him to Ying? ”

Yin Chenglian snorted coldly, ignoring Ying Chengzhao's words at all, and his gaze crossed Ying Chengzhao and landed on the giant carriage escorted by the soldiers and horses behind him. The carriage carried something covered in red cloth several feet high, which was awe-inspiring but fascinating.

Yin Chenglian retracted his half-surprised gaze, stared intently at Ying Chengzhao's eyes, and ordered the palace gate guards in a sonorous tone: "Sacrificing the sky tonight is a major matter in the palace, and there must be no half-point difference." Come on, take off the red cloth from the carriage, and Your Highness will carefully examine what this meteorite that no one has ever seen before. ”

Recently, Yin Cheng has been in and out of the palace gate very frequently, and the guards also know the truth of seeing the wind and making the rudder, and it is also the responsibility of the palace gate guards to check the luggage of the carriage, so several guards menacingly raised their knives and walked towards the meteorite on the carriage like a huge red pomegranate.

"Without the permission of Lord Ben, who would dare to move this meteorite from the sky? You must know that this is a divine object outside the sky, and every inch is related to the prosperity of Da Yin's national fortune! Ying Chengzhao played in a good official tone, but there was no obvious anxiety and impatience in his expression.

The guards were stumped by Ying Chengzhao's words halfway through, and they all looked at Yin Chenglian hesitantly. Yin Chenglian saw Ying Chengzhao squinting at him, and there was a little provocative smile in his deep eyes.

Yin Chenglian snorted sullenly, and strode over, when he walked past Ying Chengzhao's side, his footsteps were fixed for a moment, and he said with a rare seriousness: "If you let me know that there is not a so-called meteorite under the red cloth, I will definitely let Ying Chengzhao be ruined!" ”

The smile on Ying Chengzhao's face froze for a moment, the muscles on his lips twitched, he glanced at the outline under the red cloth on the carriage, and then changed back to a calm demeanor and replied with a dry smile: "Ying doesn't understand what His Highness is talking about. It's just that meteorites are sacred things, and I advise Your Highness to do it in response to heaven. ”

Painting Thirteen faintly heard the last sentence, and a cloud of doubt suddenly appeared in his heart. Yin Chenglian glanced back inquiringly at Painting Thirteen, and Painting Thirteen nodded. Yin Chenglian violently pulled out the knife of the guards beside him, and walked towards the giant wheel carriage with an awe-inspiring expression, as if it was not a meteorite covered in a red cloth, but some kind of fierce beast trapped in a cage to be tamed.

With a "bang", Yin Chenglian took off the entire huge red cloth, and a huge and towering iron-black stone was presented in front of everyone at a close distance.

Yin Chenglian's eyebrows were deep, and he looked back at Hua Thirteen with a sharp knife, and Hua Thirteen nodded heavily, casting an affirmative look at him.

Suddenly, with a "clang", Yin Chenglian raised the knife in his hand and slashed towards the meteorite. Yin Chenglian was stunned, and then he began to slash down the second and third knives.

The sound is as deep and dull as a mountain, and the meteorite is as wooden as a bell. No matter which direction Yin Chenglian cut down on the meteorite, the result obtained was not the slightest different. His grip on the knife gradually loosened, and with some disbelief and weakness, he walked back to Thirteen.

"It's a solid stone. Is it really just a meteorite? Yin Chenglian's eyebrows were deeply locked, and he felt a little empty and confused for a while.

Hua Thirteen glanced at Ying Chengzhao's posture and secretly lowered his eyes: "Let's go." Advanced Palace. ”

Yin Chenglian turned around helplessly and walked towards the main hall of worshipping the sky. Ying Chengzhao sneered, waved his hand and motioned his subordinates to cover the red cloth again, and entered the palace in a mighty manner.

Sitian Hall has always been a sacred place for the Qin Tianjian in the palace to divinate the stars and worship the gods. The whole hall is oval, the top of the hall is decorated with chaotic broken jade to depict the stars in the night sky, Yiyi streamer, elegant and solemn, the center of the top of the hall is the hollow ring that is piled up layer by layer, which can directly undertake the moonlight and starlight outside the sky. Corresponding to it is the lotus-shaped altar in the center of the main hall, which is like a lotus platform where the Bodhisattva meditates in the temple, quiet and secluded.

Yin Chenglian entered the main hall with the footsteps of the thirteenth front of the painting and sat down, and Ying Chengzhao arrived with the meteorite and then arrived: "Weichen Ying Chengzhao, according to the holy order of our emperor, specially on this Chinese New Year's Eve night, to present the imperial gifts that fell from the sky to my emperor!" Long live my emperor, long live, long live! ”

On the occasion of Ying Chengzhao's kowtow, the magnates of the full hall also bowed deeply and shouted joyfully: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" ”

The emperor raised his head and said with a smile: "If you want to talk about the most considerate heart, the combined civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty may not be worthy of you Ying Chengzhao." Carry the meteorite to the altar, I personally unveil the red cloth, and enjoy it with you! ”