Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 147
The moonlight sprinkled Yan Zhi's body all over his body, making him cold and indescribably gentle, different from his usual flirtatiousness, Xie Cijiu felt his heart itch slightly.

She put her arms around Yan Zhihui's waist, rested her head lightly on his flat and tight abdomen, and responded in a low voice: "Well, if you don't succeed this time, it will be difficult to find another chance. The emperor won't If you let me go, you won't let the North go."

She tightened her arms and her eyes were dark: "This is a big gamble. If you win, the emperor will pay for his life. The crown prince will be in power. There will be no more troubles between the north and the south. If you lose... everyone will risk their lives together, and there will be a companion on the road to Huangquan."

Yan Zhi smiled back, and ran her hand down her long hair to her side face, rubbing gently: "So, there is nothing to worry about, since they decided to follow you, they are already ready to die, and they will lose , they won’t blame you, just let it go.”

Xie Cijiu closed his eyes: "Yes."

"And me, I will always be by your side, with me here, I will definitely protect you."

Yan Zhi replied in a low voice, then leaned down, held Xie Cijiu's face in his hands, and gently pressed a kiss on her lips: "Go to sleep."

Xie Cijiu felt a little relieved, smelling the familiar fragrance of flowers, his eyelids gradually became heavy.

When she fell limply in his arms, Yan Zhihui picked her up and walked towards the bed.

After putting the person down, Yan Zhihui pulled off the quilt and covered her carefully, "Tomorrow everything should be over."

"Ajiu, whatever you want, I will help you get it back."

Yan Zhihui sat down cross-legged, began to absorb spiritual energy, and practiced quickly.

This sitting is all night.

When the sky broke and the first ray of morning light fell on his eyelashes, he slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with radiance, as beautiful as glazed glass. light, thin lips parted slightly, "It's dawn."

……

After dawn, the imperial palace was the first to get busy. Several court ladies served the emperor and put on the most solemn auspicious clothes, wearing crowns and cloud boots, with an extraordinary air.

At that stop, when he didn't talk or laugh, he really had a bit of imperial majesty.

The concubines and concubines with higher status in the harem also dressed up according to their ranks, and lined up in two rows to meet the emperor first.

The queen was grounded, and the sixth palace was headed by the concubine Xian, who took the lead in bowing with a smile: "The concubine has seen the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live—"

The emperor smiled and waved his hands: "Excuse me."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Concubine Xian got up and stood on one side in a dignified manner.

Ji Yuan came quickly and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, the dragon chariot is ready and ready to go."

"What about the prince and them?"

The emperor stroked his cuff.

Ji Yuan said: "I have already gone ahead to worship the rooftop and wait for the emperor to drive me."

"Let's go."

A group of people set off from the imperial palace in a mighty manner. After going out, the Imperial Forest Army guarded tightly on both sides of the dragon chariot, their faces were stern, and all of them held their hands on the handles of their knives. If there was any problem, they could deal with it immediately.

When the emperor and his concubines went out, the common people retreated one after another, kneeling on both sides of the road to see them off.

The scene is nothing short of spectacular.

The Tiantiantai where the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is held is in a flat and open place in the east of the capital.

The ancestors of Daliang made a calculation with an expert, and said that this place is a treasure land of geomantic omen, where the dragon energy gathers, and it would be the best place to pray for blessings and sacrifices, so he circled it and built a sacrificial platform.

After generations of repairs, the sacrificial platform has become more luxurious and noble, and a circle of walls has been added around the periphery. There is no imperial decree for trespassers, and they will be killed without mercy.

Therefore, this place has become a forbidden area, and it only opens once a year.

The ministers bathed and burned incense early, changed into court clothes and waited here before dawn. They were all relieved to see the emperor's dragon chariot.

Standing in the crowd, Xie Cijiu looked at the bright yellow canopy and the crowd of people embracing each other, feeling a surge of hatred in his heart.

Without the great help of her father and King Dingnan, where would it be his turn to take the position of emperor today?
It happened that he was an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, even if he was sitting in a dragon chariot, he didn't look like a real dragon emperor.

The dragon chariot stopped, the emperor came out from inside, and the concubines got out of the sedan chair one after another and stood in a row behind.

Ji Yuan flicked his fly whisk, and yelled in the sunlight: "The emperor is here——"

The officials prostrated themselves to the ground, and all the people who followed behind also knelt down, shouting: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live——"

The shouts were deafening, echoing across the empty fields.

Xie Cijiu was mixed in, her knees didn't touch the ground at all, and under the cover of court clothes, she just squatted like that, without even opening her mouth.

Long live what?He has to die today!

A cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Excuse me, let me be flat—" the emperor said loudly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The crowd stood up one by one, with the black and dense heads piled up like waves, Ji Yuan shouted loudly: "Enter the rooftop!"

The officials followed the emperor in.

The crown prince is in front, the king of Ming Dynasty is behind, and after that is Xie Cijiu.

She has been observing the surrounding environment from the corner of her eye.

The platform for offering sacrifices is very large, and it is not a problem to accommodate thousands of people. The wall around the outside is not too high, so it is easy to climb.

Maybe the person who designed it at the beginning didn't think of the need for defense here. After all, it's just a platform for blessing, and it's useless to set up defenses.

This is convenient for her.

At that time, the soldiers in the northern and southern borders can come in from the outside of the wall, and even lean on the wall to shoot arrows.

She retracted her gaze and looked towards the middle.

The five-story high platform in the middle is the so-called Tiantai.

Apricot-yellow flags were planted around the altar, waving in the wind. Under the sunlight, the golden dragons and phoenixes embroidered on them spread their wings, and even the auspicious clouds were realistic and extravagant.

The court ladies and eunuchs stood below with solemn faces, holding trays in their hands, filled with meat, fruit and wine.

And each floor of the worship platform is covered with scarlet 氍毹, embroidered with various patterns of auspicious animals.

There are five floors and nine steps in the Tiantai, which means the Ninth Five-Year Supreme. The top three-legged tripod symbolizes the imperial power. There is a futon in front of the three-legged tripod, which is used for the emperor to kneel down.

Xie Cijiu glanced at it, and silently memorized the structure in his heart.

"Stop—" Ji Yuan yelled, and the officials stood three steps away from the steps, lined up on both sides.

"Happy, Song Fu!"

On the open space on both sides of the altar, there were two groups of musicians standing. Hearing this order, they began to beat the drums vigorously.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

The dull and very rhythmic drumbeat sounded, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Immediately afterwards, the suona and the trumpet sounded together, and various musical instruments continued to join in, intertwined together, and composed a loud and long sacrificial song.

"Please come to the high platform, my emperor—"

The national teacher went up to the sacrificial platform from behind and stood in front of the three-legged tripod. His white robe fluttered with the wind, and the dust whisk in his hand fluttered gently.

Xie Cijiu squinted her eyes, it was the first time she saw this national teacher, for some reason, she felt that this national teacher looked a bit awkward.

As if aware of her gaze, the national teacher glanced at her lightly.

Xie Cijiu was shocked, so sharp!
But the national teacher just took a look at her, then withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, as if nothing happened.

Xie Cijiu was even more suspicious.

The emperor walked up the high platform slowly by himself. Usually, he should be supporting the empress together, but the empress did not come, so he was left alone. Looking from his back, he was really lonely.

Standing still in front of the futon, the national teacher nodded to the emperor: "Your Majesty—"

(End of this chapter)