The queen simply cleaned up the traces, changed her clothes, covered herself with a veil, and secretly left through the small door.
She was brisk in her steps, energetic, and looked several years younger.
On the opposite side of her was Emperor Jingyang, who was particularly weak. When he heard that the blessings were about to begin, he slowly stood up.
The steps are a bit shaky.
My eyes are darkened.
After adjusting for a while, he staggered out of the door.
Eunuchs and guards were waiting outside.
As well as the Lord Xuanshui and a group of Taoist priests behind him.
Emperor Jingyang unfolded his sleeves, slightly blocking the dazzling sunlight, but it could not block his pale and weak complexion.
Fortunately, most of the eunuchs and guards did not dare to look up at him.
The people watching were very far away.
I couldn't see his appearance clearly at all.
No one would have imagined that Emperor Jingyang was busy spreading good luck while sitting in meditation for an hour.
"Your Majesty, it's time to set off." Divine Lord Xuanshui stepped forward and said.
Emperor Jingyang nodded and asked, "Where is Prince Liang?"
"The order has been sent, and Prince Liang will be here soon." Divine Lord Xuanshui took a step forward and replied in a low voice.
If Zhao Xiaole refuses to come, the capital today will definitely become a battlefield.
If you are willing to come.
That's another discussion.
Emperor Jingyang turned around and looked. In the square in the distance, there were hundreds of officials kneeling, headed by the prince and Qin Sining.
Zhao Xiaole was nowhere to be seen.
Emperor Jingyang was slightly angry and said, "If he doesn't come, we won't set off and wait for him."
"yes."
Lord Xuanshui nodded.
If Zhao Xiaole doesn't come, they won't have amulets, and no one is willing to go to the altar surrounded by the imperial guards.
He waved his hand and asked people to continue communicating with Zhao Xiaole.
Not long after.
Zhao Xiaole has arrived.
Zhao Xiaole hesitated and said, "I wonder why Your Majesty summoned the minister?"
Emperor Jingyang did not reply to him, but replied to his Xuanshui Divine Lord. Xuanshui Divine Lord struck out with a palm, and the wind from the palm hit Zhao Xiaole head-on.
Zhao Xiaole felt a strong gust of wind blowing against his face. He secretly exclaimed at the martial arts of Lord Xuan Shui. He quickly took a step back and stretched out his hand to block.
Xuanshui Shenjun's move had arrived in front of him, Zhao Xiaole waved his hand to block it, Xuanshui Shenjun changed his hand and attacked again, Zhao Xiaole blocked it again.
However, the movements became more difficult.
Xuan Shui Shenjun didn't waste any time and quickly slapped the third palm.
This palm.
Zhao Xiaole had no time to resist.
Just when he was about to hit his chest, Xuanshui Shenjun's palm suddenly stopped, only an inch away from Zhao Xiaole.
He retracted his palm, straightened his body, and returned to his original position, "Yes, it is indeed the King of Liang himself."
"Your Majesty, we can set off."
Before Zhao Xiaole could ask any questions, a group of Taoist priests gathered around him.
Physically, they are all martial arts practitioners.
The martial arts skills of several of them were clearly above those of top-notch masters, and they were all vaguely headed by a white-robed monster who was both male and female.
The white-robed demon stood behind Zhao Xiaole, staring at him.
Zhao Xiaole naturally knew this person, and on the first day he returned to Jiayuguan, he ruined his blessing ceremony.
He saw Zhao Xiaole's eyes and looked over.
The white-robed demon suddenly gave out a cold smile, "His Royal Highness, Prince Liang, it's been a long time."
…………
far away.
Qin Sining and the prince naturally saw it.
Zhao Xiaole was nominally summoned by Emperor Jingyang.
But surrounded by people from the Divine Lord Xuan Shui, he was alone, as if he was in a tiger's den.
The two of them naturally looked worried.
The prince said: "Sining, if Xiaole is in any danger, you... you give the order."
Qin Sining looked at her and asked: "But, what about your Majesty's safety?"
The prince looked painful, "If it is a last resort, there is no other way."
Once something happens to Zhao Xiaole.
If they fight against Emperor Jingyang, they are definitely no match.
Even if Emperor Jingyang didn't want to kill them, he would touch them.
Sometimes, he can't help it.
The cruelty of the power struggle will force flesh and blood to kill each other.
Zhao Xiaole is the key to the struggle.
If he dies, Emperor Jingyang wins.
If he had not died, it would be difficult for Emperor Jingyang to overthrow the prince.
Qin Sining thought for a moment and comforted: "Your Highness, even if he wants to kill Xiao Le, he will not choose to do it in public."
"It must be Xiao Le's way of obstructing the blessing ceremony, which completely angered His Majesty and Xuanshui, and forced them to take this step."
"When the blessing ceremony is over, His Majesty will definitely let Xiao Le go. Even with Xiao Le's intelligence, nothing will happen."
The prince took a deep breath and said, "I hope so."
Qin Sining's words were not so much comforting her as they were comforting herself.
She was more worried about Zhao Xiaole's safety than the prince.
I also want to persuade the prince not to worry. Who knows the pain in his heart?
The prayer ceremony began.
All the officials knelt down to greet him, and the prince and Qin Sining were no exception. They all knelt down towards the altar.
Shout out to the Red Flame God Lord, may you live long and prosperous lives.
Emperor Jingyang also started to go to the altar.
He was still wearing the black Taoist robe with a garland on his head. He took a talisman sword and stepped barefoot on the red carpet that had been laid out.
He stopped every three steps, missed every five steps, and staggered over.
There were many flowers scattered on both sides.
The red carpet is covered.
The petals were like rain, covering Emperor Jingyang in the fragrance of flowers.
Emperor Jingyang lived up to expectations and recited the spell taught to him by Lord Xuanshui very well.
Ups and downs, everything.
Everyone who listened shouted loudly, "I'm an expert."
On the side, Divine Lord Xuanshui and a group of Taoist priests, in addition to carrying flower pots and scattering flowers, were also responsible for chanting and singing.
They are all professionals.
Once you pretend to be a great god, you are the real god, and you won’t be able to find any faults.
They all looked intently, with their waists straight, and formed a neat array, surrounding Emperor Jingyang in the middle.
From time to time he recited Taoist songs.
On the outside are canopies and flags.
A dazzling array of items.
Only Zhao Xiaole, who was caught in the middle, was very uncomfortable.
Others were suffering from altitude sickness, walking slowly, chanting, singing and dancing. He wished he could take two steps at a time.
Being caught in the middle, not only did I have to listen to a group of Taoist priests singing, but I also had to dance with them.
It was truly a disaster from heaven.
He was talking to the people next to him, and they all looked straight ahead and continued singing Taoist songs.
No one paid any attention to him.
He said he wanted to run away.
The other person seemed to be deaf.
Didn't hear it at all.
As soon as Zhao Xiaole was about to make a move, the Taoist priests around him would immediately pull out the long swords in their sleeves.
Looked at him coldly.
Their sleeves were wide and they hid their long swords in their sleeves, and they were well concealed so that outsiders could not see them at all.
Zhao Xiaole would immediately give up his thoughts of escaping, and said in a mocking tone: "You are not professional anymore. How can a great dancer hide a sword in his sleeve? Leave it to me as soon as possible!"
Everyone ignored him, took back their swords and continued dancing.