When the Golden Scale Pond burst its embankment and released water, Emperor Yan Zhu Sheng was already waiting on Ma Hong, wearing a dress and crown, and preparing to leave for the Temple of Heaven.
Outside the main entrance of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Fan Liren, commander of the Feiyu Guards, led a group of Feiyu Guards from one hundred households to line up on the right, while Yu Qingzhi stood alone on the left.
On the right, there are a hundred Feiyu guards in neat armor and holding Geyue.
On the left is a gentle and elegant Yu Qingzhi wearing a white gown.
One hundred against one, no matter how you calculate it, Feiyuwei's side should be better in terms of momentum.
But the reality was exactly the opposite. Except for the commander Fan Liren who could barely glare at Yu Qingzhi, the rest of the Feiyu Guard lowered their heads and trembled slightly.
The reason why the two sides were so tense was because of the table of food and wine that Zhu Sheng asked Ma Hong to bring last night.
They are also protecting His Majesty's safety. How come Yu Qingzhi can sit there leisurely drinking and eating, while the Feiyu Guards can only endure hunger and have to wear heavy armor to patrol around in such a sultry weather.
Fan Liren did not dare to complain about Zhu Sheng, but he would not give Yu Qingzhi a good look. From time to time, he would walk not far away from Yu Qingzhi and snort coldly, kicking up dust with his steps, blowing his nose, spitting, retching and other behaviors that disgusted him.
But Yu Qingzhi always turned a blind eye.
Seeing that none of his little tricks worked, Fan Liren resorted to ruthless tactics, asking hundreds of Feiyu guards to line up and stare at Yu Qingzhi.
Fan Liren couldn't believe that Yu Qingzhi could still eat with so many pairs of eyes staring at him.
Yu Qingzhi really couldn't eat anymore, so he put down his chopsticks and kindly invited Fan Liren to sit down and drink together. However, Fan Liren refused coldly and without appreciation, and then more than a hundred people continued to stare at him in disgust.
If it had been in the past, Yu Qingzhi would have probably laughed it off, but it was different now.
Ji Rouer's previous words reminded him that he could not care about many things, but as the chief arrester of the Anti-immortal Division, he must try his best to create a relatively good working environment for his subordinates.
I have already shown my kindness, and since the other party is shameless, there is nothing more to say.
It's been a long time since he showed off his power, and cats and dogs really thought they could ride on Ji Xian Si's head to poop and pee.
Yu Qingzhi picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. The awe-inspiring aura imitated by the God-catching Technique in his body pressed down on the heads of the hundreds of Feiyu Guards.
No matter how strong Feiyuwei's body was, he could not withstand the pressure of the fourth-grade Haoran Qi. His breathing suddenly stagnated, and his shoulders seemed to be carrying a huge object of ten thousand kilograms. His body was shaking non-stop, and his bones were creaking.
moan.
Feiyuwei knew that this was Yu Qingzhi's counterattack, and he did not want to lose face and gritted his teeth to resist. However, after several breaths, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore, and his knees were sore and weak and he knelt on the ground with a pop.
Someone started it, and the situation got out of hand.
The remaining Feiyuwei fell down one after another like wheat blown by the strong wind. Strangely enough, whenever Feiyuwei knelt down or slumped down, the pressure on their bodies would immediately disappear, and their breathing would return to normal.
It is rumored that Yu Qing is slow and has a good temper. Why is he so uncharacteristic of himself today?
Also, is this the strength of a practitioner?
It’s really…horrible!
At the end, Fan Liren was the only one left in the Feiyu Guards, holding his neck, clenching his fists, and standing upright at the front of the team with a ferocious look and awe-inspiring aura.
"The pinnacle warrior is truly extraordinary. Yu admires him."
After all, Feiyuwei is the emperor's personal guard. Yu Qingzhi, who wants to ease the relationship with Zhu Sheng, should not go too far. Realizing that Fan Liren is about to lose his strength, he dissipates his aura and raises his glass in praise.
, which can be regarded as giving the other party a step down.
"snort!"
Fan Liren, who was almost exhausted, snorted coldly. From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure moving inside the gate of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Knowing that His Majesty was about to come out, he hurriedly scolded his subordinates to stand up and line up. Yu Qingzhi also stood up and stood opposite Feiyu Guard.
Stand still.
Zhu Sheng walked out of the main entrance of the Ancestral Temple and first looked into Yu Qingzhi's eyes.
"I am very happy that Mr. Yu is interested."
"Your Majesty is serious. Protecting His Majesty's safety is the duty of the Immortal Division. I did not do well in the past. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."
Having decided to release goodwill and ease the relationship, Yu Qingzhi also made a gesture and said in a respectful tone.
Zhu Sheng nodded and said nothing more, but judging from the curves at the corners of his mouth and eyes, he was really happy.
The Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, which is held every four years, is a grand event for the whole world. Not only officials of the seventh rank and above in Kyoto need to participate, but also envoys from the North, envoys from the Southern Wilderness, and the cultivation circles represented by the Four Holy Lands will go to worship.
Watching the ceremony at the Temple of Heaven.
Yu Qingzhi's ability to show that he is on his side at this time is undoubtedly a great help.
Zhu Sheng turned his eyes to the Feiyu Guards, and frowned when he saw their state. However, he didn't say anything, and took the lead, walking towards the direction of the Temple of Heaven.
Yu Qingzhi followed immediately, walking side by side with Ma Hong behind Zhu Sheng.
Fan Liren glared at the figure in the white gown with hatred, waved his hand and led Fei Yuwei to follow them.
Wei Lin was ordered to keep an eye on the old chief assistant's condition but he has yet to return, so the work of handprinting fell on Ma Hong for the time being.
Yu Qingzhi glanced at the brocade box held in Ma Hong's hand and smiled meaningfully.
Ma Hong responded quickly with a smile, but the curvature of his eyebrows, eyes, and mouth always revealed a hint of embarrassment and uneasiness.
The jade seal in the brocade box was imitated just last night. After Zhu Sheng's personal verification, it was almost fake.
But what was fake was fake. When he thought about what might happen later, Ma Hong panicked.
To show his sincerity, the emperor was not allowed to ride in a chariot during the journey to the Temple of Sacrifice to Heaven. No matter it was windy or rainy or the sky was full of sand, he could only move forward with his feet.
The team of more than a hundred people walked for nearly half an hour and arrived at the square outside the Temple of Heaven. Both sides of the royal road in the square were already filled with civil and military officials and envoys from all walks of life.
"Join Your Majesty."
Seeing Zhu Sheng's arrival, hundreds of people bowed and sang in salute.
Zhu Sheng took the brocade box from Ma Hong, held it in front of his chest with both hands, stepped onto the royal road without squinting, and walked alone to the sacrificial platform made of five-color soil, which looked like a small hill, under the gaze of countless eyes.
Zhu Sheng had to sit alone on the altar and meditate until noon.
Outside the square, King Yong Zhu Cheng looked at the tiny figure on the rooftop of the memorial ceremony in the distance, with a confident smile on his lips.
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"Ouch!"
Xiao Shunzi screamed, and his whole body fell flatly into the mud. When he raised his head again, he had become a clay figure.
After most of the water in the Golden Scale Pond was drained, Rong Fei and Xiao Shunzi rushed in to look for the jade seal.
The mud deposited at the bottom of the pool is so soft and muddy that it is difficult to pull out when your feet are stuck in it. It is even more common to lose control and fall.
Not only Xiao Shunzi, but also Rong Fei was covered in smelly mud at the moment, swimming like a loach in the mud.
"I told you before, don't walk. You have to lie on it like me, use your arms as a paddle, and twist and slide your body."
Rong Fei said with a gloating smile.
"Slave...Slave is different from Xiaorong. If mud gets into your crotch...it will make you sick."
Xiao Shunzi explained a little shyly.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot about this."
Rong Fei apologized quickly, then ignored him and swam and slid on the mud in search of lumps that looked like jade seals.
Xiao Shunzi, who was not far away, struggled to pull out his right leg, but the shoe was left in the mud. Seeing that the mud was about to close, he quickly bent down to reach for the shoe, but his body was unbalanced and his right foot
I stepped on another muddy area and fell into it again as expected.
"Ouch, you killed me slave."
Xiao Shunzi trembled and shouted with pain on his face.
"I told you not to be surprised all the time, okay?"
Rong Fei couldn't help but complain.
"No...no...it's really broken this time, and it seems to be bleeding."
Xiao Shunzi pulled his right foot out of the mud, and didn't care whether he was sick or not. He sat down in the mud, holding his right foot and wailing.
injured!
Rong Fei was suddenly shocked.
There are many germs and toxins in the mud, and there is no tetanus vaccine in this era, so the wound may become infected, inflamed or even fatal.
He hurriedly swam to Xiao Shunzi, grabbed his injured foot and looked at it, and said at the same time.
"Don't panic, don't panic. I'll check to see if the wound is deep first. I don't need you here for now. Hurry back to the shore and rinse it with boiling water, and then wipe it with a cotton cloth dipped in strong alcohol... Hey, it's not broken at all."
After wiping off the mud on Xiao Shunzi's feet, Rong Fei found that there were no other wounds except for the red mark on the sole of the foot made by something unknown.
"Ah... the skin is not broken, that's good, that's good. I'm scared to death. It hurts so much that I thought I was injured."
Xiao Shunzi bared his teeth and said with lingering fear.
Rong Fei was angry and funny. He was about to throw his smelly feet away, but he thought of something. He quickly grabbed them with both hands and brought the soles of his feet up to his eyes to look at them carefully.
"Slave, these are not women's feet. What's so good about them?"
Xiao Shunzi said shyly and angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Fei threw Xiao Shunzi's foot aside and dug hard at the place where his right foot had just sunk.
What's going on with Xiao Rong, maybe he's crazy.
Xiao Shunzi felt strange, but then an idea flashed in his mind.
Could it be...
He quickly picked up his right foot and brought it up to his eyes, only to see a few red marks on the sole of his foot.
Two of the red seals are horizontally and vertically forming a right angle, and there are a few crooked ones that are not very clear. You can distinguish them carefully from another angle, and you can clearly see that they are a sky character.
God who is commanded by God!
I...oh my god...my foot stepped on the jade seal!
This thought flashed through his mind, and Xiao Shunzi showed a look of ecstasy. He ignored the pain in his feet and followed Rong Fei to dig in the mud like crazy.
"Ouch!"
After digging a few times, Xiao Shunzi wailed again, and his finger hit something hard and almost broke.
But the pain was painful, but the movement of his hand did not stop for a moment, and in a few times he dug out an object the size of a fist, covered in mud.
Nervously wiping away the mud on the surface of the object, a flash of white came into view.
"The jade seal... was found! It was me... I found it... cluck, cluck, cluck..."
Xiao Shunzi held the jade seal and laughed strangely.
Rong Fei lay weakly in the mud, looking up at the clouds that were getting lower and lower above his head.