Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Spread out, spread out! I saw a group of people shouting on the road, driving pedestrians to both sides.

Ling Qingyu hurriedly grabbed Xiao Se and stood aside. He saw a group of people walking on the other road. There were two shoulder carts in the middle. A woman with gorgeous clothes and makeup was sitting on the shoulder cart in front. She was sitting on the shoulder cart behind. It's a young man.

The boy's skin was very fair, which was different from that of other members of his clan. It looked like he had not seen the sun for many years. The boy's posture was upright, and his eyes were looking at the woman on his shoulder warmly in front of him.

When people on both sides saw the shoulder rider approaching, they all fell to the ground and saluted. Ling Qingyu and the others seemed abrupt.

Ling Qingyu pulled Xiao Se back a step and lowered his head. The woman's carriage stopped in front of them. The woman talked a few times with the man who brought them here, and then laughed.

The man took a gold nugget from the woman's servant and handed it to Ling Qingyu, then motioned for her to take out the silk.

Ling Qingyu weighed it and estimated that it was about twenty taels, then motioned to hand over the piece of silk to them.

The man unfolded the silk in the sun, and the dazzling colors made the woman sit up straight, then smiled and said a few words.

After the man responded and stepped back, the woman waved and the team continued to move forward. The Indians lying on the ground around them all stood up and walked toward the city in a hurry after the team left.

The man began to gesture again, and his body language was very rich. Ling Qingyu looked at it for a long time and said to himself: A lot? A lot of gold? In exchange for my silk? Well, this can be considered.

Seeing Ling Qingyu nodding, the man hurriedly motioned to follow him in quickly. Ling Qingyu nodded, and then said to Yan San: Please be careful, they seem to have some kind of gathering here today.

As the crowd entered a large square in the center of the city, there were already many people in the square, and more people were gathering from the four main roads in the city.

Looking at the altar in the middle of the square, Ling Qingyu thought, she knew what this was going to do. The Chibucha people put the priesthood first, that is, the priests and chiefs are one system. The biggest celebration is when they worship the gods. I'm afraid they will also Came across this.

Let's go to the edge. Ling Qingyu said to Xiao Ke, and then led the way to the stone pillars on the edge of the square.

By the time they found an inconspicuous corner to stand, the square had already quieted down, and then there was singing. Following the melodious singing, the beautiful woman led the young man onto the altar.

What are they doing? Xiao Se asked.

Human sacrifice. Ling Qingyu gritted his teeth and said.

Human sacrifice? Xiao Se nodded, he heard his father say it.

When the beautiful woman took the young man's hand and walked to the center of the altar, everyone in the square knelt down. In order not to attract attention, Ling Qingyu also took the lead and squatted down, as long as his head was not exposed anyway.

The woman stood on the high altar and said a few words loudly, and singing began to sound all around the square. The singing was melodious, carrying prayers and admiration for God.

The woman gently led the boy to the stone bed in the middle of the altar. The boy lay on the stone bed and whispered a few words to the woman.

Ling Qingyu and the others were a little far away from the altar, but Yan San and Yan Qi's eyesight was far beyond what anyone could compare with. Both of them could see. The young man's gaze towards the woman was so hot, as if he were looking at his beloved ****. .

The woman sang loudly, which merged with the singing of the people in the square below. It was solemn and sacred. The woman raised the golden dagger in her hand high.

Ling Qingyu wanted to cover Xiao Se's eyes, but the young boy broke away from his hand and wanted Xiao Ke to hug him.

Yan San hugged Ling Qingyu tightly to his arms and said softly: If you don't want to look at it, don't look at it.

Ling Qingyu turned his head and buried his face in Yan San's arms. Everyone in the square cheered, and then a louder song sounded.

The woman had already pierced the young man's chest with the golden dagger, and then opened a large wound, revealing the young man's beating heart.

When the woman reached out to take out the heart, Yan San saw the young man smiling and saying something. The woman's hand paused for a moment, and then she continued to put it in. As the bright red heart was taken out, the young man also stopped. He stopped breathing, but with a satisfied smile on his face.

The woman raised her heart high and put it into the hole on the altar, and there was a loud cheer from below.

He did it voluntarily. Yan San whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear. Voluntarily being sent to the altar as a sacrifice by the one you love.

Well, they have been raised as sacrifices since they were young. He should be related to that woman by blood. Ling Qingyu said dullly, still lying on Yan San's chest. According to the research of later archaeologists, the Chibucha people held a sacrifice to the gods every twelve years. The sacrifices were young people with royal blood who were raised in the temple. As sacrifices to the gods, it was very important for those young people. It was a noble thing, but Ling Qingyu still felt cruel.

Then the people in the square emptied it out and started various activities, dancing and singing, and some people directly set up stalls to trade. It was very lively, as if no one had died just now.

The crowded crowd around them also dispersed, and everyone went to find their own activities. The Indian man squeezed over and motioned for Ling Qingyu to follow him.

The group of people followed the man through the crowded crowd and came to the large palace-like building behind the altar. After the man said a few words to the guard at the door, he led them into the palace.

The palace was built of stone. There were two rows of Indian warriors standing on both sides of the palace. They all wore huge feather crowns on their heads. They looked at them with very unfriendly eyes.

The man asked Ling Qingyu to let his entourage wait outside the hall, but she was the only one to follow him in. Yan San naturally disagreed. In the end, others waited outside, and Ling Qingyu took Yan San and Yan Qi to follow him in.

Before leaving, Ling Qingyu gave Xiao Ke a warning look, and then glanced at Xiao Se. Xiao Ke nodded, but as soon as Ling Qingyu entered, Xiao Se had already pulled the feathers of the Indian warrior. Xiao Ke immediately picked him up, and then let the iron guard They gathered around and compared eyes with those Indian warriors.

The stone house behind the main hall is not big, less than twenty square meters. The innermost part of the stone house is a bed with several stone benches beside the bed.

The woman sat on the stone bench at the head of the bed, watching the maids clean up the body of the young man on the bed. They washed away the blood on his body and filled it with a heart made of gold. Another maid held in the piece of silk. Then it spread out and covered the young man's body.

Wait a minute. The woman shouted, then turned her eyes to the man and Ling Qingyu who had been standing at the door.

The woman said a few words, and the man began to gesture at Ling Qingyu again.

Ling Qingyu guessed that what he meant was to change to more silk. Looking at the young man's pale body covered by his beautiful silk, Ling Qingyu hesitated. She was not very clear about the civilized customs of this area. Now it seems that this young man is not Otherwise, she would not have used such luxurious burial objects due to her ordinary status, but Ling Qingyu felt very uneasy. That emotion affected her and made her not answer the man's words for a while.

The woman began to look impatient and stood up to give some instructions.

When Yan San saw her getting up, he pulled Ling Qingyu back, and the three of them retreated from the door. At this time, they heard a bleak voice in front of the hall shouting: Help! Evil woman!

Ling Qingyu's expression changed, and he hurriedly walked to the front hall. Before he reached the door of the hall, Xiao Ke and the iron guards were already protecting Xiao Se and retreating here.

There is a large space between the front hall and the stone house at the back, with some decorations placed on the compacted earth floor.

Xiao Ke and his men joined Ling Qingyu and were surrounded by many Indian warriors swarming out of the open space.

A tall man, covered in gold ornaments and wearing a huge ornate feather crown, walked out from the front hall.

The woman also walked out of the stone house, and the two of them started to quarrel fiercely without looking at Ling Qingyu and the others who were surrounded by them.

What are they doing? Yan Qi asked.

Quarrel. Ling Qingyu replied succinctly. Then everyone rolled their eyes, but they could only shrug, not understanding a word. Who knows what they were arguing about?

Yan Sanjiang looked around and said to Xiao Ke: Fight out of the front hall later. Except for the spacious entrance area of ​​the front hall, the other places here are very small and not suitable for collective fighting. If you are alone, , you may be caught or killed.

The man and the woman quarreled not long after, the woman waved her hand and turned back to the stone house, and the man shouted with a proud smile.

Following the man's cry, the Indian warriors brandished their weapons and attacked.

Yan San, catch that golden man. Ling Qingyu said softly.

Yan San stepped forward, raised his body from the crowd, rushed to the golden man, strangled his neck from behind, and pressed the long sword in his hand on his neck.

At this time, the Iron Guards and the Indian warriors were already fighting together, and no one noticed that their leader had been captured. The maids standing next to the man acted as if they had not seen them, and passed by the kidnappers and the kidnapped. Continue their work.

Ling Qingyu was speechless. Seeing that the leader seemed to be frightened, his face turned pale and he was muttering but unable to make a sound. He shouted: Your leader has been captured, why do you want to fight?

The Indians didn't understand her words but they still attacked vigorously. Xiao Ke looked at Ling Qingyu and said, Master Ling, this is not the way to go.

Ling Qingyu turned to look at their chaotic battle, his face darkened, and he said: Xiao Ke, they want your life, why are you so passively resisting?

Can it be killed? Xiao Ke asked.

If you don't kill them, just wait to be killed. Ling Qingyu sighed.

Brothers, you can kill! Kill! Xiao Ke shouted, and the sword in his hand suddenly became sharp. The other iron guards were also shocked when they heard this, and they roared, and those defensive displays immediately turned into a fierce offensive.

Dozens of corpses of Indian warriors were lying on the open ground. Only then did the Indian warriors come to look for their leader's instructions. Seeing the hostages leisurely watching the show and the hostages who were about to faint, people poured out of the front hall again. Only then did the warriors stop.

The woman walked out of the stone house again, frowned when she saw the scene in front of her, and looked at the golden man with contempt.