Once upon a time, that person often saw him, it was this kind of look full of disdain.

From his scheming against Ji Yao, he is a mean and shameless villain in that person's heart.

At that time, her eyes like a sword stabbed at him, he was afraid to face her hostility.

She was gone, but he missed that look very much. He asked the maidservant who looked like her to look at him with that look, but she didn't dare. Even if he taught her, she couldn't learn. He was very angry.

He was too deep in his eyes

He looked at the old lady in front of him, and he lamented that he really missed her so much that he found her shadow in such an ugly old woman.

He shook his head, looked away from the old lady, turned and walked out of the palace.

Murongrou held Zhu Han's red and swollen cheek, bit his red lips and said, "it hurts."

wished her a faint smile, pulled down her hand and said, "Your Highness does not need to worry. The skin is thick and thick, and it is easy to do a few things, but after that, the princess will not do anything for me."

Murongrou rolled her eyes and said, "Dugu Qing, wait for me..."

"Princess highness, don't let God wait. Let's hurry out." Zhu Han said.

"Oh, by the way, if you don't tell me, I almost forgot. It's all due to the damned Dugu Qing. Hurry up." Murongrou said, pulling the train and running out of the hall.

Out of the East Palace, the prince had already been in the chariot. Murongrou took the goddess to ride with her in the chariot. Zhu Han rode on Gao toujun's horse, and the guard of honor was slowly drawn out.

A large number of imperial guards went out of the Palace first. At the command of Li Meng, they were divided into four rows, two on the left and two on the right, on both sides of the road.

A bright yellow cart embroidered with dragon and phoenix patterns is driving in the front, in which the emperor and Empress of Daxia are riding, and the two carriages in the back are bright yellow, each embroidered with black dragon and colorful Phoenix. They are the chariots of the crown prince and the crown princess.

Behind the two carriages were hundreds of maidservants holding delicate wooden boxes. The servants held banners. Each flag was bright yellow, representing the royal family. It was embroidered with colorful wild dragons. It was blown by the wind. The wild dragons on the banners seemed to be alive and dancing.

All the civil and military officials rode behind the Royal Guard of honor. Their uniform was covered with plain white ceremonial clothes, and their faces were solemn and dignified.

The warm sun in spring revives all things, and the earth is full of vitality.

This is the season of happiness and vitality. I don't know when there will be a festival for relatives to go up the mountain together, to worship their ancestors' graves, and to cherish the memory of their deceased ancestors, relatives and friends, Tomb Sweeping Day.

On this day, everyone has a sad face, and there is a strong atmosphere of sadness in the air.

The Royal Guard of honor went out of the imperial city and arrived at the temple in the suburb an hour later.

All the chariots and horses stopped outside the temple. The emperor and the Queen walked into the temple hand in hand, followed by the prince and the princess Thousands of people walked into the temple orderly.

Officials from the Ministry of rites, who are in charge of sacrificial rites, came to the temple early to make preparations. They lined up in front of the gate and saw the emperor and the queen come in to worship.

After the ceremony, the Minister of rites also led the emperor and queen to the sacrificial platform with his servant and several ritual officials in charge of sacrifice.

On the high platform, banners are fluttering. A stone statue with a height of more than ten meters stands in the middle of the high platform, which is the founder of the great Xia kingdom.

He stands on the high platform, overlooking his people, protecting his children and grandchildren, and reproducing the country he created from generation to generation.

Sobbing

Copper horn sounded, the deep voice of the distant and solemn, so that people immersed in sadness, more sad.

The Xia emperor and the empress stand in front of the stone statue of the original emperor. The ceremonial officials hand the sacrificial texts to the Xia emperor. The Xia Emperor stands on the high platform and looks at the courtiers kneeling on the ground below and reads the sacrificial texts aloud.

After that, the emperor and the queen both offered sacrifices to their ancestors

Qi Zixian, wearing a colorful gold silk Phoenix robe and a Nine Tailed Phoenix crown, is noble and graceful. Standing on the high platform, she shows the hegemony of Fengyi in the world.

When she was crowned queen, she stood on the high altar for the first time and looked down at the subjects kneeling at her feet. She deeply liked the feeling of being above everything.

This is the royal power that can control everything. At that time, she vowed that she wanted the royal power and that she would become the king of the world.

After several years of planning, she is only a fraction away from the position of supreme imperial power. After today, she will officially seize the scepter and make the world her.

The tedious sacrifice was finally over. Just as the Xia emperor took her hand and was about to walk down the steps, he suddenly heard the cry of panic from afar.

"On fire, on fire..."

When everyone passed by, there was a big fire on the mountain behind the temple. The fire was filled with thick black smoke, and it soared up into the sky. The wind in spring encouraged the fire. The small flames on the ground immediately formed and spread into a large sea of fire.At this time, a lot of people were worshiping their ancestors on the mountain. Some of them didn't run in time and were trapped in the mountain by the fire. They screamed miserably and despairingly.

The smoke was blown into the temple, as if carrying demons and ghosts.

The courtiers under the high platform only heard the cry from afar and knew that there was a fire. They thought it was far away from the temple, but the black smoke swept over, which scared everyone like ants on a hot pot and they were at a loss.

At that moment, the temple was shrouded in smoke, and the smell of burning that devoured everything was frightening.

Li Meng looked at the flustered crowd and yelled: "don't panic, don't panic, everyone go to Jingxin spring."

He told his subordinates to take the courtiers to the quiet spring, and he rushed to the altar.

The Minister of rites supported the Xia emperor and yelled: "the fire is going to burn to the temple. Help the emperor and the queen to leave the temple."

Xia Huang looked at the fire spreading at a very fast speed. He took Qi Zixian's hand and said, "queen, please leave here with me."

Qi Zixian broke away the hand of the Xia emperor and said to the Minister of rites, "please protect the emperor and go to a safe place. There are so many people trapped in the sea of fire on the mountain. We can't watch them burn to death. We want to save them."

"How can you save such a big fire? Follow me." Xia Huang said anxiously.

"Emperor, I believe I can save the common people. Hurry up and take the emperor away."

"Empress, empress, no, don't be willful..."

Qi Zixian saw Li Meng running up and said, "Li Meng, my palace orders you to take the emperor away as soon as possible

"I will obey you." Li Meng arched his hand and immediately picked up the emperor and ran down the steps.

Qi Zixian looked at the chaos below. She put the Phoenix crown on the incense table and took off her heavy Phoenix robe.

She sat on the high platform with her knees crossed and her hands printed with blessing. Her posture was also like the peaceful, gentle, pure and solemn Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

Her soft hands make a variety of complex gestures, lift eyes to see the smoke below, a person just looking at her.

Although she was far away, she could see that the man was dressed in the clothes of the lady in charge of the palace. She was ugly, but her eyes were like the eyes of a falcon, fierce and sharp, and seemed to be mixed with strong resentment.

These eyes are familiar Who is she?