Chapter 386 The Third Prince (1st update)

"Blood sacrifice, the blood of the prince?"

Emperor Qingming's face darkened, "You want to sacrifice the prince and take his life?"

When the prince is involved, even if there is a divine punishment ahead, he can't help but think about the conspiracy.

He can take the prince's life, but no one else can.

Wu Banxian shook his head, "I'm not asking for his life, I'm asking him for a bowl of blood every day, and after seven or forty-nine days, a bowl of blood every year. Use the blood of the dragon son to sacrifice to the sky to show the emperor's repentance. In this way, Only then can the wrath of heaven be appeased and the punishment of heaven be avoided.”

He looked at Emperor Qingming, with a more serious and worried look on his face, "Your Majesty, you should worry about whether you have a prince with three lives of pure Qian metal. And one of these three metals must be in the year of dog. If you don't have a prince with three lives of pure Qian metal, If the blood of the golden dragon son is used as a sacrifice to heaven, this dojo will be of no use at all."

Emperor Qingming no longer worried about his son, and then his heart became anxious again. He didn't know the birth dates of the princes, and he didn't know what each person's destiny was.

He walked out of the palace gate and asked Wu Jian, "Is there any prince who was born in the year of Dog?"

Wu Jian reported back, "Your Majesty, the third and fourth princes are all dogs."

Emperor Qingming frowned slightly, "Go and get their birth dates."

Wu Jian agreed and retired.

While waiting for Wu Jian, Emperor Qingming asked Wu Banxian, "Why do you want a prince whose three lives are pure gold, and he must be born in the year of dog?"

If there is not enough reason to convince him, he will not completely believe it and let others manipulate him.

Wu Banxian stroked the non-existent beard on his chin and said slowly, "The five elements of earthquake are wood, the grandness of the wood is earthquake, and the metal overcomes the earthquake wood. And the southwest is Kun, Kun is Yin, Qian is Yang, and Yin and Yang complement each other and restrain each other. Therefore, Kun is suppressed. The person who shakes the wood needs to have the Qian Metal Ming, and if the Qian is the prince, then he is the Metal Ming Prince. The three Mings are pure Qian Metal and must be strong enough to be Yang to suppress the earthquake."

He paused and saw that Emperor Qingming frowned and did not raise any objection, so he knew that Emperor Qingming had accepted this explanation.

He continued, "The hexagram of Dog Xiantian is Gen, and Gen means stop, which means stopping earthquakes. In addition, does the emperor know why ghosts are afraid of black dog blood?"

At the mention of ghosts, Emperor Qingming pursed his lips and looked cold.

There were too many killings and too many people died in vain. In the dead of night, he would sometimes think too much. Even if he was not afraid, he was still a little worried about ghosts.

"You tell me."

Wu Banxian said, "Dog blood is the most fishy. The fishy smell belongs to the lungs, which belongs to metal, and the soul of ghosts belongs to wood, and metal overcomes wood, so ghosts are afraid of black dog blood. Since it is the wrath of the sky caused by killing, there must be ghosts in it. Drawn by resentment, sacrificing dog blood to heaven can not only dispel the anger of heaven, but also suppress evil spirits."

He let out a long sigh, "Why is the punishment from heaven an earthquake? Your Majesty should understand now, right? Earthquakes are trees, and innocent souls are also trees. Earthquakes are all caused by too many innocent souls."

Emperor Qingming lowered his eyes with murderous intent and paced back and forth.

At this point, he has completely believed in the hexagrams explained by Wu Daxian. Every part is reasonable and every calculation is accurate. Even though he has rarely dabbled in the I Ching Bagua, he knows that what he said is very reasonable and there is no force at all. implicate.

However, after the disaster is resolved, this person cannot be kept.

Wu Jian came back, handed a piece of paper to Emperor Qingming, quietly left, and closed the palace door.

There was no word on the paper which prince they were, only the birth dates of two people, and the third prince's was the second one. This was exactly what he specially told Wu Jian.

He doesn't know how to give orders. At this time, he hopes very much that one of them will have a golden life.

Emperor Qingming handed the paper to Wu Banxian, "Come and see if anyone has a golden life."

Wu Banxian only glanced at it, pointed at the second one and said, "This is an excellent three-gan metal horoscope."

The third prince Zhao Yin.

Emperor Qingming frowned.

Recently, he has been hesitating whether to take his life. Now that Concubine De is dead, the Cen family has collapsed, and Jinshan is gone, there is almost no possibility for him to make a comeback. But in the end, it is still taboo, taboo that he still has the power left by Marquis Yongping.

If you use his blood to sacrifice to heaven, then you can only keep his life for a long time. Moreover, you must protect him well and not let him die.

Wu Banxian walked to the opposite side of Emperor Qingming and said in the tone of a close brother, "The emperor feels sorry for his son, and Pindao can understand it. After all, they are flesh and blood. However, Pindao still has to be the first to say something ugly..."

Emperor Qingming frowned, "What else, tell me."

"The Qian hexagram is on the top and the Zhen hexagram is on the bottom, which combines into the Wuwu hexagram. The first line of the Wuwu hexagram says: Wuwu will go to good luck. Those who suppress the earthquake will suffer the Wuwu disaster. From now on, the prince will surely have many disasters for the rest of his life. None of it is satisfactory.”

Wu Banxian paused, "Moreover, in addition to taking blood to sacrifice to heaven every year, he also needs to guard Yuming Mansion and not leave even half a step for the rest of his life. Only in this way can evil spirits be suppressed and heaven's punishment be stopped."

"In short, if the emperor wants to bring peace to the world, he must be ruthless enough to have a son. You can weigh it yourself."

As Wu Banxian spoke, he retreated behind the golden nanmu pillar without leaving a trace, for fear that Emperor Qingming would beat him in anger.

Emperor Qingming felt relieved and paced back and forth, thinking.

If the third prince ends up like this, it is actually not much better than death. With him trapped in Yuming Mansion, and with the King of Jin nearby to frighten him, there is no fear of him causing any trouble.

Emperor Qingming said, "Okay, let the third prince offer sacrifices to heaven. I also want to ask, in this way, can the queen find peace?"

Wu Banxian secretly sighed, King Jin was indeed right, it was not easy to make Emperor Qingming be soft-hearted, but it was not difficult to make Emperor Qingming be cruel.

The worse the third prince was, the more relieved Emperor Qingming was.

Seeing that Emperor Qingming was not angry, Wu Banxian came out from behind the pillar, shaking his head, "One stem and one kun, one yang and one yin, one son and one mother. The son takes the punishment of heaven on the mother's behalf. There is no better way to interpret the hexagram. There are three princes guarding it. With the Kun position, the queen will be safe and sound, and her life will go smoothly."

At this point, Emperor Qingming's doubts were all gone, and his whole body felt relaxed and relaxed. The boulder that seemed to have been weighing on his heart for more than half a month was suddenly removed.

The sixth day of February, noon.

An altar was set up at the Kun position in the palace to offer sacrifices to heaven, to pray for good weather and peace for the country and the people.

The third prince Zhao Yin sacrificed his blood.

After that, Kun set up a Taoist temple and invited 7749 Taoist priests to do the Taoist temple for 7749 days. The third prince took a bowl of blood every day.

Axiu finally obtained the emperor's permission and carried a large food box to the side hall where the third prince rested.

She first stuffed a banknote into each of the Royal Guards guarding the door, begging them to take good care of His Highness on weekdays, and then entered the side hall.

The third prince, Zhao Yin, was sitting on the edge of the cave, wearing a white coat. His lips were pale, and his hands were scarred by knife and the flesh was turned out. He was not bandaged with any medicine, so he was so red and naked.

His dark eyes stared at Axiu quietly, "You shouldn't come back."

Axiu said nothing, put down the food box, took out the food in it one by one, and placed them on the low table on the couch. They were all foods that nourished the blood and nourished the body.

She took out the hemostatic powder and the white cloth for bandage from the cloth bag on her body.

Zhao Yin held her wrist and stopped her busyness. He put his other hand on her flat belly, softened his tone, and asked in a low voice, "How many months has it been?"

A Xiu's eyes turned red, "It's been three months."

As I write this, I suddenly feel sorry for the third prince...
Chapter completed!