"Nai issued an edict saying: The soul returns!

The sky shall not be above, and the clouds shall be ten thousand miles. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The earth shall not be lowered, nine passes and eight poles.

The east can't swim, the ocean is bottomless.

You can't go to the south, and you can't go to the bush.

The west can not be to Xi, quicksand Gobi.

The north cannot be past, covered with ice and snow.

The soul returns!

Come back, come back, come back!"

The ethereal female voice sang so far, and the deep male chorus sounded:

"Return, return, soul!"

The sound of the piano, the melodious bells, the heavy drums, the whining wind music, the mournful chimes, and the singing that seems to penetrate the nine heavens and ten earths and permeate the six poles and eight wildernesses......

"Ahh

Ah Liang couldn't help but let out another big sneeze, almost dropping the paulownia firewood in his hand to the ground.

The strange smell of jade, silk, paulownia and wormwood mixed together and burned together, the little eunuch who smelled it all night could not get used to it, and the fiery and hot smell reminded him of the night when he lost his parents.

"You're going to die!" said the fireman in charge of the bonfires, in a low voice.

He raised his hand to teach the noisy guy a lesson. However, the fire man hesitated when he saw Ah Liang, but in the end he gave the little eunuch a slap, but raised his hand slightly and only knocked off Ah Liang's crown.

Then the fire man grabbed his front with a vicious expression, but lowered his voice and said urgently: "You're going to die!

"Hold back, Ah Liang, hold back and don't cry......"

Because of the blockage of his nose and the high temperature of the fire, Ah Liang, who was deprived of oxygen and a little dehydrated, had a brief hallucination, which made him think that he was back to that night...... Although he and his sister listened to their mother, they did not let out a single cry even when they heard her tragic death in the wall. However, this was of no avail, and the Song soldiers eventually captured themselves and their sister.

He blinked vigorously, barely holding back the smoke from his eyes, and nodded gratefully to the fireman. Ah Liang knew that this firefighter was the same as his mother back then, and they were for their own good.

More than five years ago, Ah Liang and Huo Shi were still from Teng, and because they were too young, they were not killed or sold to the mines and porcelain kilns, but were escorted to Shangqiu, the Song capital, as slaves.

They are also the same boys who survived castration. The little eunuch is now sixteen years old, if it weren't for the invasion of the Song army, Ah Liang, who was still a little noble young master, naturally understood what castration meant to him. But now he will not and dare not complain, but faintly feel a little happy in his heart.

At least he didn't become a field slave and a mine slave who couldn't live for three or four years, and now he can be fed and clothed every day, and from time to time he sees his sister who was also sent to the palace as a maid.

What is there to complain about for the slaves who have died in the country?

It's just that Ah Liang, who has been cultivated as a noble concubine since he was a child and an heir, has never learned how to serve others, so he can only stay in the dining room and serve firewood, and his position is not as good as that of the fireman who was originally a flat-headed common man.

He lay on the ground and picked up his hat, put it on his head casually, picked up the paulownia wood on the ground, and threw it into the huge fire without hesitating the burrs on it.

Ah Liang sighed, took a few steps back, raised his hand and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He was exhausted from the night's non-stop refueling of the fire, and had to take any opportunity to catch his breath.

The little eunuch raised his eyes and looked at the priests on the altar not far away, and his face couldn't help but show a look of envy.

These shamans wore a full set of crowns, they wore a crown on their heads, a white middle single underneath, a black tunic on the upper body, and a skirt of 纁 (sound smoked, meaning light red) on the lower body, yellow or red in the front and yellow in the back. Ah Liang knew that this kind of black crown metaphor was the heaven and earth Xuanhuang, the heaven and the earth. This is up to the Son of Heaven, down to the Qing Doctor, this is the dress of "the king sacrifices to the small group that worships Lin Ze's tomb and hundreds of things".

He also knew that these shamans were all the Eight Cave Mingzun of the Song Kingdom, and he was bent on becoming a strong man like them back then. But now......

Ah Liang didn't dare to stand in a daze all the time, for fear that others would think he was lazy. So, when he felt that he had regained some strength, the little eunuch stumbled to the pyre, and with great difficulty he picked up a paulownia tree, and rushed again to the fire.

"Squeak...... Wow...... Hiss ......"

The sudden scream pierced his ears, and Ah Liang involuntarily threw away the paulownia wood in his hand, half-knelt on the ground, and covered his ears with his hands. However, the increasingly sharp ultra-high audio finally exceeded his endurance, and Ah Liang's head was swollen, his eyes were full of stars, his body was crooked, and he fainted on the ground......

Ah Liang was too close to the fire, and it wasn't long before the heat ignited his clothes and hair, and the sting pain of the flames burning his skin woke him up.

He immediately tried to struggle to get up, but found that he felt like he was drunk, and his hands and feet did not obey him at all. Ah Liang didn't understand that it was the high pitch that destroyed his balance, he only knew that he would be burned alive if he lay down like this.

The little eunuch was so blessed that he simply rolled on the ground a few times, so as to stay away from the fire and extinguish the flames on his body.

At this time, he was still in a trance, and Ah Liang, who was facing the sky on his back, stared blankly at the dark sky, only to realize that it hadn't been long in fact, at least it hadn't been dawn yet.

He struggled to prop himself up on his elbows and look around, but the eunuchs and maids around him were still lying on the ground staggeringly, and some of the attendants did not know if they were sick, and they spasmed violently, as if they were about to shake themselves to pieces.

The little eunuch finally regained some of his hearing, which made him notice the noise on the altar and involuntarily look there.

Even from the point of view of Ah Liang, a little eunuch, this altar is really simple enough, it was hastily built by the eunuchs in the palace the day before. It is said to be an altar, but in fact it is just a circular rammed earth mound about three feet above the ground, and even the wooden buildings around it have not been removed.

This scale is not comparable to the village altar that Ah Liang's father took him to attend.

Ah Liang knew that there was no way to do it, and the only son of the monarch, Gongzi Qi, secretly ran into the Song State Temple by the altar yesterday.

found that he was missing in the palace room of the Song Kingdom, which was a fuss, and finally found the unconscious Gongzi at the gate of the big temple. This prince of Song Guo did not respond to any stimulus, and if he was not breathing, he was simply a dead man.

Her Royal Highness the Young Concubine, the biological mother of Gongziqi, hurriedly decided to hold this soul burning sacrifice here in a hurry.

Ah Liang was also from a small aristocratic background, so he naturally knew that the ritual of such a spiritualist sacrifice was quite complicated, and the requirements for the priest were also very harsh, and the silk and jade to be burned as sacrifices were a great fortune.

To be able to prepare all this in just half a day is something that only princes and nobles can do.

Although the Song people destroyed his homeland, killed his parents, and made him and his sister slaves, Ah Liang had a good impression of his son, who was one or two years younger than him.

This little nobleman is indeed very handsome, even more beautiful than most of the women Ah Liang has ever seen.

The attendants in the palace all knew that for a prince, Gongzi's personality was a bit too lively, and in addition to liking Ye and hunting, he also liked to tease others with pranks. However, he is far from being stubborn, nor does he bully his subordinates excessively, nor does he make his waiters kill each other at every turn to make amusement like other nobles.

Gongzi Qi also saved Ah Liang once, one winter morning the little eunuch accidentally fell asleep while watching the fire, so he burned a pot of yokan, so Shang Shan had to cut off his nose as punishment.

At the time of the execution, the prince of Song, who had nothing to do to wander around, happened to pass by, and he felt that the person who cut off his nose was too ugly, so it would be better to beat the board and teach him a lesson.

Although this board made Ah Liang pout his ass and sleep for a whole month, this pain must not be compared to his own nose at all. So when he heard that his son was critically ill, he was still a little sad.

By the bright firelight, the little eunuch was very excited to see the young concubines and priests on the stage, these Ming Zun were powerful, and their physical fitness was far beyond ordinary people, and they did not faint like the attendants in the audience. On the contrary, they were happy, and the young concubine hugged her beloved son and cried and laughed, and it seemed that Gongzi had woken up.

Liang felt his body regain some strength. He struggled to his feet, staggering over to the fireman, despite his burns. Stretched out his hand and tested the snort of his boss.

This native of his homeland, who was quite good to him, breathed quite smoothly, and his face was quite calm, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with just fainting, which made the little eunuch greatly relieved.