Jiaohua

Chapter 215
Worshiping the sky is a national event, and the outside of the Zhongtian platform was full of people, and there was a sea of ​​people everywhere.

The people in the city did not go out of the city, but the people outside the city came here as much as they could, and some even came here from the neighboring cities and counties a few days earlier.

The things used in these sacrifices, including artifacts or magic tools, are all things that ordinary people can only see once in a lifetime. They are now looking at the round mound, full of curiosity and reverence, and whispering about it.

Some knowledgeable people talked in the crowd about how many people needed to weave the pavement, how much workmanship the waving flags had to go through, and how carefully the feed for the sacrificial cattle and sheep had to be.

Everyone was amazed and fascinated, and looked at the towering Chongtiantai. This is really another world.

A bird flew from far away in the sky, with its wings spread, and was shot by a crossbow arrow before it reached the surrounding area of ​​the mound.

Also at this time, the distant music gradually approached, and the big drums who had been here for a long time were struck hard at this time, which was more powerful and exciting than the bell.

A few people were watching the bird fall from the sky, heard the sound of the drum, looked around busy and curiously, and looked towards the crowd, and heard a loud voice from a distance, shouting "Long live".

Thousands of tall horses approached, and the officers and men on the horses were majestic and majestic, especially those who walked in the front were all carefully selected strong men.

The banners rolled like clouds behind them, and behind them were handsome teenagers, holding jade plates respectfully in their hands, on which were filled with all kinds of precious pearls and jade, which were either exquisite, graceful, or elegant. Free from vulgarity, everything is the best in the world.

Wave after wave of people knelt down and kowtowed, and the chorus was overwhelming, against the sound of those drums, it was deafening, and the audience boiled up.

"Look, look, that's the emperor! The emperor is coming!" A child in the crowd knelt on the ground and said excitedly to the woman next to him.

The people around looked at the passing emperor and shouted "Long live" together with others, their hearts were surging and pious, and some people even burst into tears for no reason.

The ministers held the wat board and followed Emperor Xuanyan respectfully, listening to the thunderous cries in their ears, seeing a sea of ​​people, and their hearts were also surging.

The sky and the earth are so vast, and the distant mountains are golden in late autumn. They walked here, following behind Emperor Xuanyan, with steady steps, dressed in official robes, under the gaze and yearning of thousands of people, holding in their hands the treasure that can control their wealth and poverty. Power, also at this time, the word "power" seems to be more distinct than ever.

The bells are long and the drums are pounding, directly hitting the hearts of the people and stirring the ileum.

Many people raised their heads quietly and looked at the back of Emperor Xuanyan in front of him.

Emperor Xuanyan is no longer young at this age, although he tried his best to keep his body upright, he was slightly rickety.

that power?

No, the real power is the dragon robe worn by Emperor Xuanyan...

Once the emperor, the lord of Wansheng, they are now walking through the solemn palace gate, the long street, the solemn city gate, and now they are going to the magnificent Chongtiantai. All the shouts of the crowd are directed at this back And go.

Many people's heartbeats suddenly accelerated, looking at the back, thinking how great it would be if they walked there by themselves.

Making contributions, dominating the world, conquering and destroying, and having the power to control everything, this is the desire and yearning that every drop of blood in every man's body is shouting and waving the flag.

Another bird flew over, and when it was about to approach, it was shot down again.

Xia Zhaoyi watched the birds fall with a calm expression. When the bird fell completely to the distant mountain and disappeared, she propped herself up from the edge of the cliff, turned around and walked towards another inclined path.

The mountain wind blows from the end of the sky, it is cold and cold, and the mountains and thousands of trees are beckoning.

On the high cliff to the west facing each other, two tall and slender men stood in the shadows, looking down at the Chongtiantai below.

"It's really lively," the boy in white said calmly, waving the folding fan in his hand in the wind, "It's been a long time since it was so lively, or maybe it was too quiet and depressing a few days ago."

The man on the side didn't speak, his narrow eyes were dark and bright, and there was no warmth in them.

"I saw my father," said the white-clothed boy again, "I told him to stay home when he was sick. Just don't come. He just wanted to come. The journey was too hard."

The man looked towards the crowd, and his eyes could easily find Zheng Guogong Zhao Mingyue.

"We still have to come," the man said, "Duke Zheng's mansion has been closely watched recently, so we can't have any excuses for others."

The boy in white nodded and said nothing.

After a while of silence, the man said: "You just said, what kind of medicine is in the city?"

"I'm not very clear about the details. My seventh uncle will take care of this matter," the white-clothed boy said, closed his folding fan, looked up to the northwest, and said, "If the matter is done, the batch of goods should be I was stopped, it would be a pity if it didn't work out, I heard that the batch of medicine is very valuable."

The man nodded, and said again: "If this batch of goods is intercepted, what will you do with it?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, what do you think?"

"This is your cargo, how can I think about it."

The boy in white smiled and said, "Tell me, should I send some to Song Zhiyi and Tian Dayao?"

"No," the man shook his head slightly, "They are not good people, and it would be a waste to give them away."

"Not a good person, but he might be a good chess player." The boy in white laughed.

There was an invisible sneer on the corner of the man's lips, but he still shook his head and said nothing.

At this moment, the drumming stopped.

The man and the boy in white looked together.

Just at this time, a bird flew over, and a sharp arrow shot at it, but the bird was too fast, and the arrow missed.

The bird flapped its wings and flew towards the Chongtiantai. There are still many "birds" like it that slip through the net, but it is difficult to touch them after getting close to the round mound, otherwise a bird with an arrow will fall into the Chongtiantai , more than just a bird died.

"It's time for them to do something," said the boy in white, looking at the bird in the sky, "Or after the sacrifice to heaven."

"Let's wait until Li Ju burns incense to pray for blessings," the man said. "It's obviously not a good thing, but I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too," the white-clothed boy smiled and looked at Zheng Guogong in the crowd, "but I'm looking forward to seeing my father's performance later, it's hard for him."

The man curled his lips and smiled.

The long white clouds rolled up, the sun was getting bigger and bigger, the ritual officials organized the sacrificial ceremony below, and thousands of people knelt on the ground, devout.

(End of this chapter)