At the beginning of everything, it was pouring rain, and Jing Xuan was standing under the eaves of the palace, and the rain was dripping from his fingers to the ground.

"It's raining again..."

He stared blankly at the sky, when will this catastrophe end...

In the north of Xianxi country, the floods were raging, and the Xianxi River burst its embankment and washed away thousands of hectares of fertile land, and the people were displaced; In the south of Xianxi country, the red land is thousands of miles, and there is no harvest; The refugees who fled from Beiyi brought a plague and a stubborn disease that was difficult to treat. Cannibalism has been repeatedly banned...

"Your Royal Highness, Mrs. Sui..."

A little eunuch hurriedly came to report, hearing his words Jing Xuan's eyes moistened, he sighed deeply, when this day really came, he was at a loss...

"When...," Jing Xuan asked.

The little eunuch knelt on the ground: "The palace maid of the Imperial Garden was already out of breath when she found Mrs. Sui in the Tangtang Flower and Wood Pavilion, and she passed by last night..."

He trembled all over, his grief was all over, his pores were constricted and sweating, and his breathing became depressed, and his mother could not forget the begonia flower until she died.

"Does the king know about this, and did he say how to deal with it?" Jing Xuan hurriedly asked, at this time, it was impossible for Xianxi Kingdom to bury his concubine mother.

The little eunuch stood up: "The king said that it was all up to the queen, and the queen had already sent someone to wrap it in a straw mat and prepare to send it back to Tangtang Mountain for burial..."

"What..."Jing Xuan couldn't stop staggering back, he knelt down with wide eyes and a daze...

"Your Royal Highness, it is Mrs. Sui's own intention to be buried in Tangtang Mountain..."The little eunuch was even more panicked when he saw his reaction.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and he breathed rapidly: "Where is the king now, you take me to him!" ”

The little eunuch immediately cried and kowtowed in horror: "Your Royal Highness, don't embarrass me, the king is now divining in the Taimiao, and the priest wants to sacrifice to the sky to pray for rain for the south, and to disturb at this time is to find death!" ”

Jing Xuan's face was full of stubbornness, he gritted his teeth and went in the direction of Taimiao, he only begged his father to give his mother a coffin to put in the ground.

Tangtang Mountain is named because the mountains are full of Tangtang flowers, and Mrs. Sui is a world-famous beauty. For the sake of love, she became his concubine and was willingly imprisoned in Tangtang Mountain. He will never forget his mother's dancing posture when the begonia flowers bloomed, and she danced lightly in the falling yellow and white petals, and the fate that awaited her was to die in the palace...

He has lived with his mother since he was a child, and when he was six years old, he was brought into the palace and became the youngest and most powerless prince, no one will take a good look at a commoner's child...

When he came to the temple, the sound of conch chanting had gradually stopped. At the front of the crowd knelt was the king, and behind him were the three royal brothers...

The priest walked out of the temple, and his voice was like the wind blowing from eternity...

"Divination shows that only the main god of Penglai can sacrifice the king's heirs to quell natural and man-made disasters..."

Hearing the priest's voice, everyone looked at the king in shock, and the king looked at the priest tiredly: "Is this really the case?" ”

The priest stopped talking, and the tortoise shell in his hand suddenly broke and shattered, and the sound of shattering resounded in all directions...

"Providence so."

Wang got up and looked at the three sons beside him, he frowned and thought deeply, even he couldn't make a choice...

"Just let the eldest brother go, the eldest son Yu Jiangshan Sheji has a great responsibility, and it should be so." The third prince hurriedly shouted.

"Father, as the eldest son, the son will inherit the throne, although he has the heart to die, he really can't let go of the society and ignore it."

After listening to the words of the eldest son, the king looked at the second son.

The second child suddenly panicked: "There are many fathers and princes, far more than the three of us, but also the fourth, fifth, and sixth brothers..."

"Let me go." Without the slightest hesitation, Jing Xuan stood up.

In front of everyone, he walked towards the temple, the wind blowing his robe and hair, and his face was full of sorrow...

The king reprimanded fiercely: "The widow is discussing with your brothers, don't mess around, and don't go back to your Weiyang Palace!" ”

"I am willing to sacrifice as a sacrifice to the main god of Penglai to quell this catastrophe." Jing Xuan knelt down in front of him.

The king had a pained expression, how could he order her child to be sent to death if the person he loved most had just died...

"Nonsense!" He pointed at the third prince fiercely, "Third son, you go to make a sacrifice and send it to the East China Sea tomorrow!" ”

The third prince trembled with fright, and panicked: "Father..."

"Let me go, bury my mother, this is my last request." At this time, Jing Xuan had lost the idea of life, and it was better to mourn than to die.

The king's eyes widened, his gaze deepened, did he just want to die?

He remembered that Tangtang Mountain was full of petals, he was here to take Jing Xuan back to the palace, and at that time, his face was full of tears and he reached out to touch the corner of his clothes and begged: "If Xuan'er wants to leave one day, let him go..."

He never imagined that his beloved youngest son would leave because of such a thing...

He sighed deeply: "You really decided? ”

"As long as my father buries my mother." Jing Xuan said seriously.

"Good," the king promised, and he was willing to let him participate in the hundred-day sacrifice of the Silk, under the pretext of sending him out of the palace and never returning...

At this time, the priest was surprised to find that the king seemed to have grown old in an instant, and his back gradually became clumsy...

"Your Royal Highness, since you have already decided, you will follow me to recite prayers for rain, and tomorrow you will go to the East China Sea to offer sacrifices." The priest said.

Everyone retired, and the priest in the temple began to bathe and change clothes for Jing Xuan, and he was asked to recite the prayer for rain along with him. Tell the heavens and the ancestors, and finally sit quietly in the temple with prayers written all over the body.

The next morning, the sacrificial cattle and sheep were lifted by the wooden frame along with Jing Xuan, and they set off for the East China Sea amid the music...

Jing Xuan looked at the Taimiao and the palace farther and farther away, looking at his father's appearance at least moving forward, he was wearing a flower ball on his head, and his eyes were dull...

When the priests left the royal city, he saw that the shrubs were heading towards Tangtang Mountain in another group, but unfortunately he couldn't participate in his mother's 100-day sacrifice...

Along the way, he saw mountains of dead bodies piled up on the damp roadside, and he saw dying people looking at the huge procession...

"I heard that the king was going to sacrifice the prince to quell the natural disaster..."

"Alas, human life in this world has long been worthless."

"The village next door is dead, I'll try my luck and see if I can find some food."

"Can't you go, they've got the plague..."

"I don't know if the sacrifice has any effect, God's will makes people..."

Amid the discussion of the crowd, the team continued to move forward...

Jing Xuan stared blankly at the children standing on the side of the road, most of them were skinny and unclothed, and they were not much better than themselves...

The road was bumpy, and after about two days, the sacrificial procession came to the shore of the East China Sea. During the tedious ceremony, Jing Xuan was handcuffed with iron chains, he was put on the boat with the cattle and sheep, he had not eaten for three days and was already groggy, and by the time he barely woke up, he had been placed on a huge reef by the priest.

The priest sacrificed to the heavens and the sea according to the ritual, and the cattle and sheep were pushed into the sea by him on a raft...

"Your Highness, you keep chanting prayers here, and after the rising tide will drown you, the Lord God of Penglai will hear the piety of your soul." In the end, he told him that he left on a wooden boat...

The waves were raging, and Jing Xuan was locked on the reef alone...

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