I hide my concubine in a golden house

Chapter 22 Climbing the Fushan Mountain to Worship the Ancestors 2
Su Tian's expression froze, she took the letter and opened it line by line, but the letter was just an insignificant greeting between some friends, and there was nothing suspicious about it.

"You intercepted it smoothly?"

"It went smoothly, nothing went wrong." Dong Zhi nodded and said: "Don't worry, Your Highness, the son-in-law will not find out. The servant has already made a forged letter and sent it back."

There are two possibilities: Either Quan Juan is hiding too deeply, and the intercepted letter is just a superficial cover; or Quan Juan is really safe and harmless, so the letter has no flaws.

Folding the letter again, Su Tian handed it over again: "Burn it, you don't need to stare at it anymore."

Whether it is the former or the latter, it is meaningless to intercept these superficial letters.

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There is a tradition in the Qianqiu Kingdom. At the beginning of summer, the rulers will take people to the Taimiao in Fushan to offer sacrifices, in order to pray for the ancestors to bless the country and the people for thousands of years.

Sacrifice is a very solemn thing. Red clothes and jade pendants should be worn. The horses pulling the carts should also choose red temples and BMWs, and red flags should be planted on the chariots.

In previous years, the king brought Su Tian to the sacrifices. Now that Su Tian has married, she will preside over the sacrifices on behalf of King Qianqiu alone this year.

The Shangyi Bureau hurriedly made red dark clothes, because Su Tian lived in Quan Juan's side hall, those people sent them along with Quan Juan's.

"Your Highness, the Bureau of Shangyi has just sent the dark clothes for the priests to wear. Would you like to try them?" Jiu Lixiang brought a few maids holding dark clothes over and asked in a soft voice.

"Okay." Su Tian got up from the beauty's couch, and let the palace servants help her take off her outer blouse: "Where is the son-in-law, can you tell me?"

For the sacrificial ceremony, she and Quan Juan should have gone together this time.

Jiu Lixiang replied: "Your Highness, don't worry, the servants and servants have already asked Lu Nong to inform the consort of the process of the sacrifice."

"En." Su sweetened her head, and tried on the newly delivered dark clothes under the service of the maid.

The upper and lower garments of Shenyi are divided into four pieces of cloth, which symbolize the four seasons of the year, and twelve pieces of cloth for the lower garment, which symbolizes December of a year. One, embrace all things to show respect for the ancestors and inherit the past.

Pulling off several layers of clothes, the hot Su Tian broke out in a thin layer of sweat.

Just put it on, and it happened that Quan Juan came to pick up another set of dark clothes in person. Seeing that she was wearing a dark red dress, she said with a smile, "Red is very suitable for Your Highness."

This sentence is the truth, Su Tian's facial features are bright and colorful, and she can control the bright colors, if she wears plain colors, she will look dull.

Su Tian wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, pulled her sleeves and complained: "When you wear all these layers of things on your body, you won't think it looks good."

Beauty is beauty, but it is too complicated, but the sacrifice is not as usual, and there is no way to do it at will, so Su Tian endured it.

When going out the next day, Su Tian got up early in the morning to take a shower and change clothes.

The guard of honor lined up for a long time, and Su Tian and Quan Yi, who were dressed up, boarded the first chariot at the head.

The clothes were long and long, and Su Tian's feet were unsteady and she stepped on the hem of the clothes. It was Quan Yi who was beside her holding her waist to hold her steady, so that she would not fall down and make a fool of herself in public.

Su Tian blushed and said, "It's troublesome."

"En." Quan Yi let go of her, stepped on the pedals and got on the chariot first. Seeing this, Su Tian quickly climbed up with the help of the palace servants.

"Departure."

The guard of honor was full of grand occasions, the red color that could not be seen at a glance, the servants started the gong, and the guards in iron armor cleared the way on both sides, and the people bowed their heads to avoid it.

He Qing rode a tall horse with red temples, walking unhurriedly on the side of the chariot.

There was no need for He Qing to do the job of guarding. He Qing asked for his order this time.

Su Tian pushed open the double sliding windows of the carriage, opened the curtains, and smiled at He Qing lying on the edge of the window: "I caught the pigtails, General He can be regarded as using the public to seek personal gain this time."

He Qing cupped his hands and saluted her: "Your Highness is joking."

Su Tian snorted nonchalantly and said, "Who is joking with you? General He, please don't tell me that it's not your little beauty hiding in the carriage behind."

Isn't it just using the public to seek personal gain? After the sacrifice, it is customary to live in the palace under the Fushan Mountain for a month. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, but it is a good place to talk about love.

He Qing blushed when Su Tian said so resolutely, and shut up.

The group of people stopped and went for a day, and finally arrived at the foot of the Fushan Mountain where the sacrifice was going.

The Taimiao is on the top of the Fushan Mountain, and the Xinggong Palace is built at the foot of the mountain. It is getting late, and the group plans to stay for one night as planned and worship their ancestors on the mountain in the morning.

When the carriage stopped, Quan Juan took the lead to lift the curtain, stepped on the footstool under the carriage and stepped out of the carriage leisurely. Su Tian was wearing a complicated palace attire, and her movements were very inconvenient, so she was helped out of the carriage carefully.

"Your Highness, my son-in-law, the rooms are all ready." The palace steward led people to greet him outside.

"Well, let's move your luggage in."

"His Royal Highness... Prince Consort." A soft female voice pierced from behind, making people feel comfortable listening to it.

Quan Juan leaned on the carriage and watched the palace people carry their luggage back and forth, and did not turn his head when he heard the sound.

Su Tian turned her head back with a smile: "Miss Qing Huan has had a hard time riding the carriage all the way today, so don't be too polite, let's go to rest earlier."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your compassion." Quan Huan saluted, bowed his head meekly, and clasped his hands in front of him.

As Su Tian said, she shifted her eyes to one side: "Then I will trouble General He to send someone to rest, as long as there are guards guarding here."

He Qingchao and Su Tian nodded slightly, and walked to Quan Huan's side in a few steps, his eyes suddenly became gentle: "Come with me."

"Excuse me, Brother He." Quan Huan bowed his knees and saluted, the twisted silk bracelets on his wrists jingled as he moved, his fair cheeks were flushed slightly, which made the cinnabar moles at the corners of his eyes even more beautiful.

Seeing the two of them going in one after the other, Su Tian let out a big breath, turned around and said to Quan Yu, "Hey, I'm so tired, let's go in too."

After bumping in the carriage for a day, all her bones were about to fall apart.

Early the next morning, while the air was still cool, Su Tian took the lead on the ladder.

To go to the Taimiao, you have to walk up the ladder of Fushan. The whole ladder is like a giant dragon crawling on Fushan, with no more, no less, exactly 99 steps.

It must be very tiring to climb up. It is not the first time Su Tian has come to Fushan to worship ancestors, and she has already made sufficient mental preparations.

She held layers of skirts in one hand, and climbed up step by step. Beside her was Quan Yi, who was also wearing a dark red dress, holding her hands calmly, as if walking on flat ground with ease.

Behind them is the accompanying Guards.The Ancestral Temple is an important place, except for the escorting guards and the ceremony officials who presided over the ceremony, everyone else was left in the palace.

(End of this chapter)