Heiyi thought for a while, took out a wrapped square handkerchief from his arms, and handed a small sealed letter to the secret guard, and said, "As soon as the robin wakes up tomorrow, you will give it the contents of the square par to smell, and let it set off as soon as possible." ”

The dark guard also heard the seriousness of the matter from the tone of the black clothes, so he took the things in the black clothes and carefully remembered what the black clothes said.

After the black clothes saw the dark guard nodding, he was relieved and braved the wind and snow to shuttle through the night again.

No one knew that in this dark night, there was a man running around.

The moment everyone saw the black clothes, they felt that the black clothes were a very reliable person.

And it was, and he did that with all those who were important to him.

But...... There is only one person...... Let him run away.

......

When Heiyi returned to the room again, it was only an hour or two before dawn.

The long time of running made him feel extremely tired.

But he didn't dare to lie on the bed, he was afraid that if he fell asleep, he would miss the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens......

So he sat on a stool, closed his eyes, closed his eyes, and rested.

......

"Knock-" The bell rang for the heavenly ceremony.

The day of the ceremony finally arrived, and the civil and military officials and clan relatives were there.

"The sacrifice to heaven begins—" Wang Desheng's sharp throat resounded throughout the sky.

"Qin Gui" and Zhao Ling'er, who were dressed in heavenly costumes, came to the bottom of the ladder under the guidance of the ten ministers.

These ten ministers are the ten most powerful of this Daqin.

The two leaders are Shen Hui and Old Lady Zhao.

This old lady Zhao was sick and bedridden, so it was inconvenient to come, but in the end, Zhao Linger was still his favorite junior.

Even if he dragged his weak body, he had to come.

In order to support the scene for his good granddaughter.

Behind her Zhao Ling'er, it's his Zhao family!

He's not a good Zhao family!

If anyone wants to bully Ling'er, they have to weigh how many pounds and taels they have.

Shen Hui and Old Lady Zhao glanced at each other, and the eyes in their eyes were incomprehensible, and the invisible fire was shining.

But there's a smile on his face.

Is this really an old fox showdown?

The face is full of joy, and this heart understands the twists and turns in the other party's heart.

Zhao Ling'er raised her head slightly, looking up from the bottom, the long stone staircase was one step after another, and she couldn't forget the boundary, just like her life that couldn't see the boundary.

But......

Zhao Ling'er smiled slightly, and received a concerned look from the old lady Zhao in front of her.

It doesn't matter anymore, exchange her life for a bright future for the Zhao family, and it won't be a loss.

Grandfather...... Everyone, be good.

"Queen?" "Qin Gui" on the side called her a little puzzled.

Zhao Ling'er pulled back her thoughts, hooked her lips slightly, put a light smile on her face, looked at "Qin Gui", and bowed her head slightly to show that she was ready.

So under the gaze of these hundred and ten pairs of eyes, the two began to climb the ladder step by step.

Wait until the two of them climb to the rooftop and look down.

The black pressure is pressing, and I can finally understand what it means to be at the top of the mountain, and see the mountains at a glance.

That's power.

Zhao Ling'er lowered her head slightly, removing the emotion in her eyes.

Looking down, the crowd that can't be seen clearly.

The cold wind on the rooftop whined across her cheeks, blowing her hair apart, and the sleeves of her coat were hunting.

Is this the supreme power?

But why is she not happy at all?

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