The cornices are decorated with gold and painted with dust, and the palace is magnificent and magnificent. It is not inferior to the Luoyang Palace by much compared to the Dayan Palace.

Bronze great music sounds.

In one of the halls with carved beams and painted pillars, boundless grandeur is evident everywhere.

A group of beautiful girls in sheer gauze skirts are rehearsing sacrificial dances under the guidance of the nine officials of the contemporary palace [Fengci].

Although starting from Emperor Taizongwen, the Dayan court began to implement the national policy of "distributing enfeoffments but not the land, giving nobility but not visiting the people, and taking the salary but not managing the affairs".

However, the nine subordinate officials of the royal palace at the beginning of the founding of the country were still retained, but the personnel were all appointed by the court and were no longer personal ministers of the vassal king.

There was even a faint hint of monitoring the feudal king's every move.

Among the nine officials, [Fengsi] is in charge of this sacrificial music and dance.

King Yili's 200th anniversary ceremony half a month later not only made the tomb-keepers in Daling Village feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

It is also a top priority that the descendants of the Luoyang Prince's family must take seriously in terms of legal principles.

At that time, the various branches and thousands of men from each lineage that have flourished since Yili King Zhou Yi will not be able to offer sacrifices in family temples as usual, but will go to the royal tombs in person to offer sacrifices in the Xiang Palace.

"Sacrificial dance" in sacrificial rituals is a very important part of it.

However, the bearded [Fengci] in the main hall had a broken face, and looked like he almost wanted to hit the golden nan pillar in the hall to death.

His face looked sad, sighing and angry:

"Ancestors of the Zhou family, I'm sorry for you!"

At this time, the girls were dancing the prince ceremony stipulated in the etiquette of the Great Yan Dynasty: "Four Descendants' Music" and "Chaotian's Music".

The reason why Fengci is like this is not that they are not good at dancing, but...

Stomp your feet, twist your hips, clap your hands, spin left, spin right...

The beautiful girls, wearing white gauze skirts and flaming red clothes, barefoot and extremely cool, danced the solemn dance steps used to worship their ancestors very seriously.

at the same time.

But there was a fat man with white fat all over his body, who kept walking in the queue.

One moment he led the dance with very deft steps, and the next moment he dragged out a girl whose movements were not up to standard and "corporally punished her" in front of a large audience.

The sounds of clothes ripping, laughter, and calls for help...were heard all the time.

The ritual dance that was supposed to be solemn and solemn suddenly turned into a mess and was unsightly.

Even the bronze music that had been handed down for thousands of years seemed to be stained pink and became unclean.

Even though the ancestral official was used to all kinds of "big events" in Prince Yi's Mansion, when he saw this scene, he wanted to take away a pair of his own tricks, wash them out and stuff them back.

Ritual and music, ritual and music, are not divided into different families.

Even the sacrificial dance prepared for the ancestors was turned into a prop for lewd pleasure by Zhou Wenye, the contemporary king of Yi.

Sacrificial dances are supposed to be performed by family members, and are performed by men!

Not only was he transformed into a beautiful girl with a wave of his hand, but he also gave them all to Huo Huo during the rehearsal.

It seemed as if this ritual dance and the girl were actually dedicated to him.

In short, he can never take off this shameless hat no matter what.

The Fengci official planned to write a letter when he went back later and report all this to Da Zongzheng, who was in charge of the royal family affairs. It wouldn't be long before the emperor would know about the scandal here.

A decree will be issued to warn King Yi.

'Yes, King Yi is so arrogant and rebellious, I will give you a copy!'

But reading this book is already the greatest power in the hands of a small official like him.

Nothing can stop a prince from doing anything.

After less than half an hour, perhaps the nearly fifty-year-old King Yi had already enjoyed himself, or perhaps the bowl of ginseng antler and deer blood soup he had taken had gradually lost its medicinal effect.

Then he stood up shakily and dressed.

But he was too fat for his pampering. When dressing, two maids had to support his fat belly before he could tie his belt. The scene was simply indescribable.

Later.

With a face full of satisfaction, Zhou Wenye drove everyone out of the hall and sat on the throne that symbolized King Yi's power.

He took out a golden copper coin tied with a red string and engraved with the four characters "Hua Ming Tong Bao" from his pocket, and silently rubbed it for a while.

Then he casually picked up the unfinished report on the file and looked at it.

"Oh, the Luoshui River Basin is flooded again and again, crops are failing, and every farmer is asking for rent reduction to tide over the disaster years?"

"The state government asked me to take the lead in opening a warehouse to provide relief to the victims?"

With a cold smile, he picked up the purple pen on the table and with a stroke of his pen, he rejected all the documents asking for a reduction in land rent and the opening of grain warehouses.

As the largest landowner in Luoyang, his one stroke means that the lives of thousands of people near Luoyang have been ruthlessly taken away!

The golden copper coin hanging on the red rope suddenly moved automatically without any wind, seeming to be very happy about this scene.

Immediately, Zhou Wenye raised his head and looked in the direction of Beimang Mountain.

His eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and there was no trace of the lustful look in his eyes when he was in front of his maid.

After a long time, he said to himself indifferently:

"You don't want to die? This king...why do you want to die?"

With a flick of his hand, the report on the disappearance of his third son Zhou Jingyao was swept directly under the table and disappeared.

...

Since opening the first tomb, another three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The night is dark.

Except for a few barking dogs, the whole village was silent.

The mausoleum watcher in Daling Village who is responsible for night patrol also has the duties of a watchman part-time.

Two people form a team with swords at their waists, one holds a gong and the other holds a bang. It doesn't take long to patrol from south to north.

Looking at the dark ancient village in front of him, a younger man suddenly tightened his clothes and started talking:

“Third brother, have you ever felt that it’s getting colder and colder these days when you’re on patrol at night?

It's obviously summer, but at night it's like staying in a tomb."

This is not an adjective. There are graves everywhere on Beimang Mountain. Basically every child of the Wang family has had the experience of hiding in the caves of the graves when they were young.

The two of them really knew what it was like inside the tomb.

"Isn't this obvious? Ever since we opened the first tomb on the mountain three days ago, the old things in the nursing home have been found.

In the past few days, the clan leader and Fairy Tao have personally taken action and opened one or two tombs every day.

Although he had learned his lesson, at noon when the sun was the most poisonous, when the [weirdness] transformed by those evil things were at their weakest, he nailed them to his tomb as soon as possible.

But those are all weird and unpredictable, and they can cause any weird things, so just keep your spirits up."

Saying "Third Brother" he stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

The moon on Beimang Mountain seemed to be slightly oozing with blood, which looked a little oozing.

"Speaking of which, we are much stronger than those bandits in the green forest.

In the past few days, they have been taking the lead in testing those [weird] abilities.

I heard that although Fairy Peach successfully nailed the [Dianbao] today, she also took away a [Trick].

But when other Jianghuzi were digging the [Fengci Temple] to accompany the mausoleum, three more died.

So far, even those who are not very good at 'Zhengjin' in the entire Wang family, most of them are dead, right?"

"Tsk, but, seriously.

If I can get the favor of Fairy Peach, I would be willing to go directly to the [Owl God’s Tomb] even if she asks me to do so.”

After that, the two brothers looked at each other. Regardless of whether they were married or had an aunt, their thoughts were the same.

Immediately, the two people's expressions turned ugly again. At the same time, they looked at the courtyard belonging to Tao Xianniang in the village, and cursed with envy and hatred:

"Damn Choi Tong!"

"I really want to chop him up!"

The news that Wang Yuan came out alive after staying in Tao Xianniang's yard all night had already spread to the ears of all the men in Daling Village.

During these three days, the two were inseparable.

"Cui Tong" who had such bad luck naturally became the envy, jealousy and hatred of everyone.

At this time, if Wang Yuan told others that they actually did nothing, I am afraid that even a three-year-old child would not believe it.

The night was getting darker and darker. When they passed by a small shed with lights on at the entrance of the village, they took a look at the hourglass inside and found that it was already midnight.

then.

The rhythm of the crisp bang sound changed, one slow and two fast, bang—! Bang! Bang!

Screaming from the mouth:

"Heaven, earth and human beings, the most blessed and prosperous, midnight, midnight!"

However, the tomb guard had just finished speaking.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

In this alley, several courtyards where those Jianghuzi lived concentratedly opened their courtyard doors at the same time, as if they had made an appointment.

The five bandits who lived here came out wearing only their sleeping clothes and bare feet.

The two guardians of the tomb heard the sound and looked around. They found that although these people had their eyes open, their faces were stiff, like wooden figures.

"Third brother, something seems wrong."

"Stop talking nonsense, send the signal quickly!!!"

The strange things that had happened one after another in the past few days had made them decisive enough, not to mention that now that it was midnight, they realized that something was wrong and wanted to call someone as soon as possible.

The guardians of the mausoleum use a sounding arrow with one end as a whistle and the other end as a tail feather as a trumpet. Those skilled in martial arts and military skills can throw it with bare hands, and a sharp neighing sound can be heard for miles.

However.

tread!

The five of them had already taken a step forward in unison.

This step seemed to step into the hearts of the two tomb-keepers, and all their minds were attracted to it.

Even the sounding arrow that was already in his hand fell to the ground and he didn't pick it up.

Stomp your feet, twist your hips, clap your hands, turn left, turn right, take a step forward...

The five people immediately started dancing like puppets, dancing exactly like the maids of the palace.

That was used for the prince's ceremony - "Four Descendants' Music" and "Chaotian's Music"!

The two guardians of the tomb seemed to be attracted by the strange beauty of this ritual dance. They automatically imagined a bronze music and couldn't help but join them.
Chapter completed!