Murong Zhen didn't care, and said in an arrogant tone, "What does it matter to us that a eunuch dies?"

Qin Sitong knew everything about this matter and sneered, "What does the Holy Maiden mean is that we put the snake in the Ziwei Palace?"

Su Yiyuan looked at her with a straight face: "Isn't it?"

Her expression was cold, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became tense, forming a needle-to-wheat trend.

Seeing her two eyes meet, lightning and thunder make the others nervous.

Murong Zhen had long wanted to see Qin Sitong and Su Yiyuan fight, but the last time they fought, both of them retreated, making her not happy, if there was a fight this time, I don't know who would win?

Thinking like this, she remembered the black qi that had just permeated Qin Sitong's forehead.

Although her spiritual cultivation is not high, she can also feel that it is not a good thing, maybe Qin Sitong secretly cultivated some spell in order to deal with Su Yiyuan!

At this time, Zi Su, who was standing next to Su Yiyuan, suddenly took two steps forward and blocked Su Yiyuan behind him.

"She's a saint now, you can't touch her."

Qin Sitong smiled evilly: "I can't move her, but I can move you, right?"

With that, he raised his hand and pushed it outward, and a powerful force pushed the perilla out.

Even Qin Sitong himself was a little surprised, looking at his hands in disbelief. She obviously hadn't used all her strength just now, but as if venting her anger, she was able to send out such a powerful force with a push of her hand.

After Shisu was pushed out, he immediately adjusted his body, although he was not injured, he lost his balance, retreated a few feet away in embarrassment, and looked at her coldly.

Biyun hurriedly followed: "Sister Zisu, how are you?"

Zi Su grabbed the rockery next to him and barely stabilized his figure, looked at Qin Sitong's direction and said, "I'm fine."

She has been practicing with her master since she was a child, and when Qin Sitong attacked her just now, she obviously felt that her spiritual power had become different from before, and it seemed to be a little gloomy.

The qi that has been cultivated by spiritual cultivation will have the pure yang qi, and this kind of yin and evil aura is definitely not possessed by righteous people.

She was secretly vigilant and nodded at Su Yiyuan, who was looking at her.

Su Yiyuan knew that she was telling herself that it was okay, so she looked at Qin Sitong with cold eyes.

"Qin Sitong, this is Ziwei Pavilion, not your Qin family, do you want to provoke the imperial power?"

Qin Sitong tested his strength as he wished, his heart swelled to the core, and he looked at her arrogantly and said, "Su Yiyuan, don't think that being a saint is a big deal, if it weren't for my mistake in the game, would you be able to sit in this position?"

Su Yiyuan knew that she was obsessed with losing to herself, and she also intended to completely destroy her prestige, so he took the opportunity to say, "If you are not convinced by me, we can try again."

Qin Sitong was overjoyed: "Really?"

Su Yiyuan nodded and said, "But after the summer festival is over, the most important thing now is to prepare for the summer festival, I hope you don't bring personal grievances to the palace."

Qin Sitong's eyes turned and said, "Okay, I promise you, when the summer festival is over, I will have a point with you."

The two sides reached an agreement on this, and Su Yiyuan left with Zisu and Biyun.

When they approached, Murong Zhen said with some disappointment, "Miss Qin, why didn't you give Su Yi a little more color just now, and let her be so arrogant in front of you."

Qin Sitong smiled gloomily: "Let's see how arrogant she can be."

On the other side, Zi Su and Su Yiyuan were also a little worried after leaving.

No matter how she thought about it, she felt that the spiritual power of Qin Sitong's palm just now was a little strange, so she said, "Holy Maiden, do you really want to compete with Qin Sitong after the summer sacrifice?"

Su Yiyuan said lightly: "If I don't negotiate the conditions with her now, I'm afraid that the next days will not be peaceful, and besides, I have the Yin and Yang Qiankun Knife in my hand, don't worry."

Shisu lifted the corners of her mouth, but decided to express her doubts.

"When she hit me just now, I found that her spiritual power had become different from before, with a bit of evil aura, I don't know what it was

It's not that you've cultivated some sideways spells."

Su Yiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and at that moment just now, she also felt a strange aura, similar to the feeling of Zisu.

"Don't worry, I'll be more careful, if Qin Sitong really cultivates evil arts, the Great Ming Xuanmen will definitely not be able to tolerate her."

In the next few days, the days were really much more peaceful, and no one was doing anything in Ziwei Pavilion.

Every day after that, Su Yiyuan still rehearsed with everyone in the morning, and in the afternoon he came to the library alone to copy Buddhist scriptures.

And the old woman has never spoken to her since she said a few words that day, and is only responsible for delivering the daily tea and snacks to the courtyard, and then withdrew.

This made Su Yiyuan feel a little boring, originally thought that he would meet an interesting person and communicate with him, but he didn't expect the other party to mean it.

But the work of copying scriptures cannot be stopped, and every sacrifice in a year must use different scriptures, as long as the name of the saint is still on Su Yiyuan, she has to repeat this matter day after day.

Three days later, it was finally time for the summer festival.

Su Yiyuan and others rehearsed for many days, just for this trembling.

On that day, the entire imperial city was jubilant, and the people gathered under the city walls, all wanting to see the true face of the saint.

Su Yiyuan got up before dawn to prepare, from dressing to serving, to eating and drinking, everything was served by a special person and abided by the rules.

After the early dynasty, the emperor finally set out with a huge procession.

Su Yiyuan sat in the carriage in the middle of the procession, wearing a red sacrificial dress and a veil on his face.

The rule is that the appearance of the saint should not be easily revealed, and every time she participates in a sacrificial event, she must cover her face with a scarf.

Looking out through the scarf, Su Yiyuan saw many people bowing to her.

To be honest, it made her feel a little uncomfortable. In the past life, this kind of prostration was only done to the deceased ancestors, but now these people began to bow down to her while she was alive.

But this strange feeling was fleeting, and Su Yiyuan put his mind on business.

Although the palace has been calm in the past few days, she knows that Qin Sitong will not let her go easily, and hopes that today's sacrifice will go well.

After about half an hour, the carriage finally stopped, and the two attendants helped Su Yiyuan down the carriage and walked down the steps towards the city tower.

The stage is on the top of the high city tower, Su Yiyuan and eight other close attendants dance in front of the people, if there are no mistakes and accidents, it symbolizes the following days of good weather, the country and the people.

Although this argument is a bit ridiculous, Su Yiyuan still hopes that everything will go smoothly and give an explanation to all those who are looking forward to this sacrifice.

After the last stage, Su Zhangyuan found that it was not only the people in the city who came to see them dance, there were tens of thousands of people from nearby towns outside the city gate, standing in the sun under the scorching sun, looking at them reverently.