At this time, it was not yet dawn, and it was dark.

The cold wind in the early morning cracked like a knife, Xu Qi'an inhaled the cold air into his lungs to cheer up.

More than ten meters away, Song Tingfeng said: "After the ancestor worship is over, let's go to the Jiaofang Division to play that Russian turntable." ”

Hearing this, Zhu Guangxiao on the other side showed his intentions.

Xu Qi'an has already taught the general gameplay of the Russian turntable to his two colleagues, the ancients had never heard of such a bell-and-whistle game, and it was unconventional.

The taciturn Zhu Guangxiao couldn't stand it at that time, and angrily scolded Xu Qi'an for breaking morals.

In hindsight, the more I think about it, the more exciting it becomes, and the more I think about it, the more exciting it becomes.

"Let's talk about it. Xu Qi'an said.

In this era, there is no silky and thin work hat, and he is a little resistant.

"You're not bored. Song Tingfeng said unhappily, provoking people's sexual interest, but he was not satisfied.

"I can be a commander and teach you how to play. Xu Qi'an said.

"No, you have to play together, it shows that we have a deep relationship. Song Tingfeng refused.

"He's trying to get you to call the Floating Fragrance Girl too. Zhu Guangxiao exposed the dirty thoughts of his friends for many years.

While chatting, Song Tingfeng frowned and said, "What do you always look at the lake?"

Xu Qi'an replied truthfully: "I always feel that Sangbo Lake is gloomy, which makes me uncomfortable." ”

"Shut up!" Song Tingfeng said in a low voice: "You are cooled by the wind, Sangbo is a holy place and a place where the founding emperor preached, don't talk nonsense." ”

Zhu Guangxiao followed and advised: "A high-grade martial artist has smart ears and eyes, if your words are heard, you will be punished." ”

Xu Qi'an was immediately silent.

At this time, the heavy sound of bells and drums came, echoing in everyone's ears, and a solemn meaning came to them.

The watchmen who had been talking lightly before immediately fell silent, revealing a serious look.

In the sound of the music dedicated to the sacrifice, a mighty group of people and horses left the imperial city and headed for Sangbo.

There were no horseback rides, no frames, and all were on foot.

In the procession of worshipping ancestors, there are hundreds of royal families, clans, civil and military officials, and hundreds of people.

This team almost gathered the pinnacle of power of the Dabong Dynasty.

Emperor Yuan Jing, the leader, wore a simple robe, his black hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, he was over fifty years old, his long beard was fluttering, his appearance was handsome, and he had the fairy wind and bones of a master of cultivation.

On both sides behind him, there are the graceful and luxurious queen and the plump concubine.

And then there are the princes and princesses.

Emperor Yuanjing has many heirs, there are twelve princes, but there are only four princesses, and the eldest princess is only twenty-five this year, which is nearly ten years different from the emperor's eldest son.

This eldest princess, who is famous for her talent and beauty, has clear eyes like a pool, a plain white face, and a cold and cold face. Silently followed the group.

In the sound of music, the sacrificial procession came to a bright yellow tent, and Emperor Yuan Jing, who was immortal, led the two great eunuchs into the imperial tent.

The rest waited outside.

The ministers in charge of the sacrifice were busy, inviting the gods and lining up to prepare for the emperor's subsequent ancestor worship.

Xu Qi'an didn't move, turned his head as much as he could, and peeked at the sacrifice scene out of the corner of his eye.

He saw a procession, holding a spiritual tablet covered with yellow silk, along the winding water corridor, ascending to a high platform, and placing the spiritual tablet on the large table in front of the temple.

After this column returned, another column of troops, under the guidance of the officials of Taichang Temple, brought offerings and offerings, of which there were many types, and the number was two or three hundred.

When everything was ready, Taichang Siqing was outside the imperial tent and said in a loud voice: "The peace of mind is over, welcome Your Majesty." ”

The prince and the princess, the minister of civil and military affairs, knelt down at the same time.

The big eunuch opened the curtain, and Emperor Yuan Jing, who had already changed into a bright yellow gown, appeared in front of everyone with a solemn expression.

At this time, he has no faint immortal aura of a master, only the majesty of an emperor in the world.

"This posture feels more solemn than the highest meeting in my previous life..... It's worth it, it's worth it...."Xu Qi'an was enjoying it, and suddenly his heart palpitated, knowing that someone in the book chat group was talking.

He waited for a moment, waited for the patrol team to pass, put his hand into his arms, did not take out all the jade mirrors, half exposed and half hidden, and looked at it.

[2: I remember that today is the day of the Dafeng royal family to worship the ancestors, No. 1, No. 3, isn't it?]

[Four: Calculate the time, today is indeed a ceremony to worship ancestors. I also participated in the royal family ancestor worship back then. 】

[Two: Back then, heh, No. 4, you also worked as an official back then, and your status was not low?]

[Four: Hmm.] 】

Number four has been an official.... Xu Qi'an was stunned, didn't No. 4 have a relationship with the female national teacher of the Renzong Sect.

Well, this also makes sense, because he was an official, so he met the female national teacher.

It seems that the number four is also a person with a story.

Xu Qi'an thought it was very interesting, the holders of the fragments of the Book of the Ground were not ordinary people, their identities were mysterious, and their cultivation was strong.

Interacting with them is like playing a game, unraveling their mysteries layer by layer.

[Two: Interesting, No. 1 didn't reply, and No. 3 didn't reply. 】

this little yin coin.... The corners of Xu Qi'an's mouth, who was coldly trapped, twitched.

Obviously, No. 2 passed the book at this time, not really caring about the royal family's ancestors, but a temptation.

Tempting the identities of Three and One.

The connection between the Book of the Earth and the holder will wake you up even if you fall asleep, so there is no need to miss out on rest.

Unless there is an emergency, we cannot reply.

However, it is impossible for No. 1 and No. 3 to have an emergency at the same time, and if this is the case, it means that both of them are participating in the sacrifice and cannot take out the fragments of the book from the ground in front of everyone to reply to the letter.

At this time, Xu Qi'an's actions aroused Song Tingfeng's idea.

He quietly let go of his hand, and the half-exposed jade mirror slid back into his pocket.

"Be serious and don't do anything superfluous. Song Tingfeng frowned and admonished.

"Yes, yes. Xu Qi'an responded perfunctorily.

It's not good, I'm a disciple of Yunlu Academy, and I have no reason or qualification to participate in the royal family ancestor worship.... Now the identity is flawed.... Damn, this group of guys in the Heaven and Earth Society are all scheming people.

However, No. 1 didn't even reply.... Oh, he (she) is also at the scene, who could it be?

When Xu Qi'an's thoughts fluctuated, the members of the Heaven and Earth Congregation, the holder of the fragment of the Book of the Ground, were also thinking about the same question.

Isn't No. 3 a disciple of Yunlu Academy, as we all know, Yunlu Academy has almost cut off his official career, and even if he has, he is not qualified to participate in the royal family ancestor worship.

Moreover, judging by the image of No. 3 all along, he is a student of Yunlu Academy, which makes it even more impossible to participate in ancestor worship.

Isn't No. 3 a disciple of Yunlu Academy?

No, if that's the case, how can you explain what happened before?

Unless he participated in the royal family ancestor worship in other capacities, right, the people who were placed in the various departments of the imperial court by Yunlu Academy?

What kind of yamen will it be, what identity?

On the contrary, it was the identity of No. 1, and they were not surprised, because they had long known that No. 1 was a member of the imperial court, and his status was very high.

[Two: No. 4, you have been an official, you will analyze and analyze. Number three is the case. 】

[Four: I do have a guess in my heart, but why should I tell you. 】

[Six: No. 2, you are not in the capital, even if you know the identities of No. 3 and No. 1, what can you do. 】

Both Four and Six are speaking for Three in a cryptic way.

Xu Qi'an endured the throbbing and didn't check the information.

After watching the ancestor worship ceremony for a while, Xu Qi'an felt strange again.

He always felt that Sambo was gloomy, and there was an inexplicable sense of crisis.

Suddenly, Xu Qi'an heard a strange sound in the music of the sacrifice.

The voice was saying:

"Help me, help me...."

Xu Qi'an was stunned for a moment, listened carefully, but the voice disappeared.

"Tingfeng, Guangxiao, have you heard strange sounds. Xu Qi'an asked two colleagues not far away.

"You mean the music of the sacrifice? a little.... It's kind of deafening. Song Tingfeng had a strong desire to survive. He wanted to say it was hard to hear.

Zhu Guangxiao shook his head.

Xu Qi'an was about to speak, when the strange voice came again, and this time he heard it clearly, it was from Sangbo Lake.

"Help me, help me..."

The voice was poignant and oppressive, like a ghost whispering in the ear.