The voice was so terrifying that Xu Qi'an's back hair stood on end, and he reflexively turned his head and looked at Sangpo Lake.

The watchmen who are responsible for guarding the surroundings can't look back to watch the ceremony, and Xu Qi'an has already overstepped it.

He saw Emperor Yuan Jing wearing a bright yellow gown with three steps and one kowtow, slowly ascending to the stage, and saw the civil and military officials, princes and princesses watching the ceremony on the shore, and also saw Wei Yuan and his two nominal sons.

I saw the magnificent temple, the forbidden army, and the eunuchs.

The moment he turned back, the voice was gone.

Auditory hallucinations?

I haven't looked for floating incense for three days, and my eyes haven't dizzy.

Xu Qi'an took a deep breath, didn't dare to look more, turned his head, and asked, "How much do you know about Sangbo?"

Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng replied, there was no valuable information, it was nothing more than "the place where the founding emperor preached", "Xuanwu gave a sword", "the place where the royal family worships ancestors" and other things that Xu Qi'an already knew.

"Help me, help me..."

The voice came again, like an evil spirit lying on your back, whispering in your ear.

Xu Qi'an stiffened his neck, turned his head inch by inch, and saw the sacrificial scene again. And the voice, the moment he turned around, disappeared.

Invisible fear filled his heart, and goosebumps ran all over his body.

Sangpo Lake, where the founding emperor preached, the place where the royal family worshiped their ancestors over the years, heard a seeping cry for help..... In the cold wind, Xu Qi'an shivered slowly.

"Help me, help me...."

"Help me, help me...."

Xu Qi'an was terrified, and the idea of running away and staying away was born in his heart. He forced himself to calm down, no longer cared about his colleagues around him, and took out the jade mirror.

[Three: What do you know about Samper? Tell me right away, it's very important. 】

[Two: Yo, No. 3 replied, are you really at the sacrificial site, in Sangbo?]

Xu Qi'an didn't pay attention to No. 2, waited for a few seconds, and saw No. 4's handbook.

[Four: Sangbo is the place where the founding emperor of Dafeng preached, and after the founding of Dafeng, he chose to set the capital in Sangbo. However, the legend of Xuanwu is undocumented and not highly credible.

But the sword is really there, and in the temple on the high platform in the middle of the lake, the sword used by the founding emperor is enshrined. 】

After the fourth finished speaking, the Golden Lotus Daoist added:

[Nine: It is a divine soldier that symbolizes the luck of the great service. 】

[Four: Indeed, in the battle of Shanhaiguan that year, Emperor Yuan Jing entered the temple to invite the divine soldiers and personally presented them to the king of Zhenbei. The Battle of Mountains and Seas can be won, except for Wei Yuan's use of troops like a mountain, the combat power of the King of Zhenbei cannot be ignored. 】

The temple is dedicated to the Excalibur?

Is the sword calling for help from me?

Let's not talk about whether the sword is self-conscious or not, it does what it does like me to ask for help.

"Help me, help me..." The voice suddenly became sad, as if dissatisfied with Xu Qi'an's indifference.

The cry for help echoed in his ears, shaking Xu Qi'an's spirit, causing him to feel slightly dizzy, and his consciousness was also confused.

He took a deep breath and typed in the information: [Three: Is there anything else? I want more comprehensive information, but everything recorded in history, whether true or false, I want to know. 】

After passing the book, he glanced back, trying to calm the whispering in his ear.

But this time it didn't work, he turned back, and the cry for help was still there.

"Help me, help me!"

Xu Qi'an's forehead was bruised, and the sound was like a steel needle, piercing his mind.

[Four: You evoked my memories and reminded me of a record I read when I revised the history books.

Sambo is now guarded by the military camp of the five guards in the capital, and the defense is tight, and no one is allowed to approach it without permission, well, it's anyone.

Because 500 years ago, the then prince was playing in Sangbo by boat, accidentally fell into the lake, and after being rescued by the guards, he fell seriously ill and got hysteria. Half a year later, he was found drowned in Samberi.

The royal family believed that it was the crown prince who angered the ancestral spirits and provoked punishment, so in order to prevent such incidents from happening again, they banned Sangbo and only opened it during ancestor worship. 】

The prince fell into the lake and became hysterical .... Did he hear the cry for help like me..... Will I do the same and be found drowned in Samper?

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an fell into an ice cellar, and his face turned pale.

There must be some secret in Sambo, and it is by no means to anger the ancestral soul, but the unlucky prince does not know about this, otherwise, he would definitely not be rowing in Sambo.

It is conceivable that this secret is probably known only to the emperors of previous dynasties.

However, why didn't the emperor, who knew the inside story, ban Sangbo, and didn't make a move until the crown prince hung up.

Xu Qi'an, who is good at reasoning, flashed one mystery after another in his mind.

[Six: Why is No. 3 asking this?]

At this time, Xu Qi'an had no strength to answer their questions, he trembled and stuffed the fragments of the book from the ground back into his arms, and then knelt on the ground weakly, holding his head with a painful expression.

"Help me, help me...."

The cries for help came into his ears, reverberating layer upon layer, making his brain a mush, as if he had been pierced into the cranial cavity by a steel needle.

Splitting headaches.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao noticed the abnormality of their colleagues and were startled by Xu Qi'an's bloodless face.

"What's the matter with you? Can you hold on, you can't drop the chain at this time, if you interrupt or disturb Your Majesty's ancestor worship, it is a capital offense. "Song Tingfeng is in a hurry.

Zhu Guangxiao moved his steps and wanted to come over to check the situation.

.....

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Jing has ascended the high platform, the drum music stopped, Taichang Siqing knelt down to read the blessings, and the music began after reading.

Emperor Yuan Jing personally burned the blessings and bowed three times to the ancestors.

The ancestor worship is only halfway here.

Wei Yuan retracted his gaze and looked at the queen not far away, graceful and luxurious, with a natural demeanor.

As the biological mother of the eldest princess, the appearance of the mother and daughter is not similar, but the queen is still a beauty who captivates the country and the city, and even now, she is still graceful and luxurious.

I can imagine how stunning it was back then.

It's just that in the washing of the years, Shaohua has passed away, and she is no longer the girl with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, young and innocent.

And he is still the same as he was back then, wearing green clothes.

Wei Yuan's expression was in a trance.

seemed to have sensed something, and the queen of the mother world looked back, and the two looked at each other in the air.

The queen's gaze softened for a moment.

Wei Yuan retracted his gaze as if he had been electrocuted, and hurriedly bowed down. All the emotional precipitation in the eyes is only the deep vicissitudes of life.

"Father-in-law, the situation is not right over there. Yang Yan said in a deep voice.

Wei Yuan followed his eyes and saw a gong kneeling on the ground, and the two gongs beside him were talking to him with their heads sideways.

The situation on Xu Qi'an's side has been noticed by many masters.

It's just that there is no crisis for the time being, so I endured it without asking, as long as there are no assassins, the world is big, and I have to wait for His Majesty to end the ancestor worship.

Including the post-autumn reckoning of this little gong.

Wei Yuan recognized at a glance that it was the young boy he fancied, and raised his chin: "You go and see the situation and take him away." ”

This is to protect Xu Qi'an.

.......

"Help me, help me..."

shouted like a ghost, Xu Qi'an's spirit was torn, and he felt that he was a criminal policeman living in the new era, and for a while he felt that he was a native of Beijing.

The cerebral throbbing was getting more and more intense, and he was on the verge of collapse.

My head hurts, don't shout, don't shout, please don't shout.... Xu Qi'an covered his head, and the sweat of the bean was rolling down.

In fact, he was already sweating.

The eerie cries for help were directed at his primordial spirit, not his body, but the pain was no less than physical torture.

In the strange cries for help, Xu Qi'an finally collapsed, he didn't care about the emperor's ancestor worship, he didn't care about the strict rules, he didn't care about everything.

When on the verge of death, everything doesn't matter anymore.

He clenched his hands into fists, slammed the ground hard, and roared hoarsely:

"Shut up!!"

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color.

On the high platform in the middle of the lake, the temple suddenly shook, and then, a golden sword qi shattered the roof of the eaves and rushed into the sky.

In this sword light, the lake water suddenly rippled, surging layer upon layer, and Sampo seemed to come to life.

PS: On the shelves in the early morning.