When he heard these two words again, Zhang Qingjiu's mind exploded.
She vaguely remembered that she and Chu Xun went to Yunxia Mountain together and talked about this matter. Chu Xun didn't explain it very clearly to her at that time, and she didn't think about it carefully, but tonight after hearing Zi Die's talk, she felt that
Things don't seem simple.
What was the reason that caused an emperor to suddenly change his temperament and even destroy the temple where he worshiped? He would rather bear the world's infamy than prevent the people from worshiping again?
In the hearts of the people of this continent, imperial power is still a divine right. What happened that made Xuanyuan Jinghong willing to risk the disapproval of the world?
Could it be said that Xuanyuan Jinghong discovered something?
For example... he knows that making offerings will create faith, and what will this faith bring?
The candlelight was dim, Zhang Qingjiu's face was hidden in the shadows, and Zidie did not notice anything strange about her. Seeing that her master did not interrupt her, she continued to speak, "So after our founding emperor of Da Hui wiped out the rebellion and established Da Hui,
In order not to repeat the same mistake, we built the holy place for blessing, Yunxia Mountain; and the people also felt that the previous king did not allow them to worship the gods, which caused the chaos, so they worshiped it in every household."
Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath, his eyes becoming more serious.
A dynasty's prosperity has suddenly changed, and it can still survive for decades. What's more, this Xuanyuan Jinghong can bring the previous dynasty to its peak. He is definitely not a mediocre person. How could the emperor be defeated in just one year?
A city with thousands of arrows piercing its heart?
One year is not enough even for those ministers who have extraordinary abilities to gather men and formulate tactics, let alone kill him!
Unless... Xuanyuan Jinghong meets someone he can't compete with; or perhaps there are capable people and strangers among those rebels.
And there is only two words that connect all these things: Penglai.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his head suddenly, his eyes sharp: "Zidie, was there anything different when Xuanyuan Jinghong was killed?"
"This..." When asked this question, Zidie's expression became obviously unnatural, and he hesitated and lowered his eyes.
Seeing her like this, Zhang Qingjiu didn't know if she had finished speaking, "Tell me, after all, there are only three of you and me in this room."
"If you don't tell me, you will be the Crown Princess soon. It's not good to hear too much about these things." Zidie shook her head and tightened her lips after speaking.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at her intently for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Did he say before he died that the people would not be able to worship him?"
Zidie was startled suddenly and her eyes widened, "Young lady, you know this and why are you asking me? Didn't he just leave the words "Not for worship" with his own blood before he died? It is said that he was found the next day
By the time, his blood dyed the snow red..."
On a snowy night, before dying, my heart bleeds.
Zhang Qingjiu pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't know what to say.
What she said just now was originally just a thought in her heart, and she wanted to deceive Zidie, but who would have thought that she would actually hear such a past event.
Xuanyuan Jinghong must not have done all this on a sudden whim. But how can ordinary people understand this? Could Xuanyuan Jinghong be like her, also...
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly felt his soul shaking violently. He had a splitting headache and couldn't help but take a breath.
Skylark's expression changed and he hurriedly came over, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Zidie was also frightened and grabbed Zhang Qingjiu's arm, "Little miss?"
Zhang Qingjiu closed her eyes and calmed down for a while, then frowned and shook her head. In fact, she didn't feel any physical discomfort. The headache was just a matter of that moment. But at that moment, her soul seemed to be leaving her body.
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"I'm fine. You can go back and rest." Looking at the two of them whose faces turned pale with fright, Zhang Qingjiu sighed, "Maybe it's too late."
Naturally, the two of them didn't believe it, especially Zidie who held her arm tightly with her fingers and looked worried.
Zhang Qingjiu smiled and patted her hand, raised his head and nodded towards Yunque, smiling, "I'm really fine, just take Zidie down and rest."
Skylark frowned: "Sir..."
"Go." Zhang Qingjiu smiled again.
In the end, Yunque took the order and left the back room with Zidie, but when they got outside, the two of them were still worried, "If anything happens, young lady, call us right away!"
"Okay." Zhang Qingjiu sighed, leaned against the wall, formed a seal with his hands, and closed his eyes.
Although it was fine, it was not as easy as she said.
But these two little girls couldn't do anything to help her if they stayed.
Half an hour later, Zhang Qingjiu slowly opened his eyes.
The light in the room became darker, and the candle wick, which no one was touching, lay limply on the wax. The fire burned the wax and made crackling sounds from time to time.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the jumping flames with a somewhat obscure look in his eyes.
After the flood in Yongzhou, she speculated that the Zhenguogong family worked hard to repair Yunxia Mountain, the source of evil in Yongzhou, and the Yongfang Mirror were closely related to the power of faith. Now it seems that this is definitely no longer just speculation, but
That's the truth!
But if this is the case, Yunxia Mountain is no longer worshiping, why is there no other news? Is it because it has not been promoted to the common people?
If so, then this so-called faith is really the biggest joke in the world!
But if there is only faith, what does this have to do with Chu Lan? Is Chu Lan's life-changing just a dirty trick used by the Zhen Guogong lineage to make Chu Kuo the emperor?
If the matter could end here, she would rather that the truth about Chu Lan was like this, and would rather that this was just a battle for imperial power and nothing else.
Because she doesn't know why... Whenever she thinks about these things and Chu Lan now, another name will appear in her mind involuntarily - Xuanyuan Jinghong.
Even though it was just Zidie's narration, there seemed to be a lingering scene in her mind - in the flying snow, a figure knelt quietly, with arrows all over his body, and the white snow on the ground was dyed red.
, in front of him were the four characters "not for worship" written with painstaking efforts...
When he thought of this, Zhang Qingjiu became inexplicably flustered.
At the same time, two figures were taking advantage of the vast darkness of night to speed along a winding path covered in snow.
Strangely, the muddy path did not leave a single stain on their white shoes, nor did it slow down their pace by a single centimeter.
It wasn't until a dilapidated courtyard in the western suburbs of the capital that the three of them stopped.
"It's right here. I'm sure he's dead." The young man in the lead narrowed his eyes and showed no expression on his face.
"He's dead, so there's nothing to say. Let's find that person quickly and take him back." The fat young man following him sighed and shook his shoulders.