Nightwatcher

At this time, the dawn has not yet broken, and the sky is dark.

The cold wind in the early morning cracked his face like a knife, Xu Qi'an inhaled the cold air into his lungs to cheer himself up.

More than ten meters away, Song Tingfeng said: After the ancestor worship is over, let's go to the Jiaofang Division.

Hearing this, Zhu Guangxiao on the other side was moved.

The taciturn Zhu Guangxiao couldn't bear it at the time, and angrily denounced immorality.

Think about it afterwards, the more you think about it, the more excited you become.

Let's talk about it later. Xu Qi'an said.

You're boring now. Song Tingfeng said displeased.

I can be a commander. Xu Qi'an said.

No, you have to play together, it will show that we have a deep relationship. Song Tingfeng refused.

He wants you to call Miss Fuxiang. Zhu Guangxiao exposed the dirty thoughts of his friends for many years.

While chatting, Song Tingfeng frowned and said, Why do you keep looking at the lake?

Xu Qi'an replied truthfully: I always feel that Sangpo Lake is gloomy, which makes me uncomfortable.

Shut up! Song Tingfeng said in a low voice: You have been blown cold by the wind. Sangbo is a holy place for great worship and the place where the founding emperor proved his way. Don't talk nonsense.

Zhu Guangxiao then warned: A high-grade warrior has eyes and ears. If your words are heard, you will be punished.

Xu Qi'an fell silent immediately.

At this time, Shen Xiong's heavy bells and drums sounded, echoing in everyone's ears, and a sense of solemnity surged.

The watchmen who were chatting easily before immediately fell silent, showing serious expressions.

Amidst the music dedicated to sacrificial offerings, a mighty group of people left the imperial city and came towards Sangbo.

No riding, no carriages, all on foot.

In the ancestor worship team, there are hundreds of people from the royal family, clan, civil and military officials.

This team has almost assembled the peak power of the Dafeng Dynasty.

The leader, Emperor Yuan Jing, was wearing a simple Taoist robe, and his black hair was tied with a wooden hairpin. He was over fifty, with a long beard and a handsome appearance, with the spirit of a master of Taoism.

On both sides of the back are the graceful queen and the plump concubine.

Then there are the princes and queens.

Emperor Yuanjing has many heirs, the prince has twelve sons, but the emperor has only four daughters, and the eldest princess is only twenty-five this year, nearly ten years behind the eldest son of the emperor.

This eldest princess, famous in the capital for her talent and beauty, has eyes as clear as a pool, a pale face, and a cold personality. Silently followed the team.

Amidst the music, the sacrificial procession came to a bright yellow tent, and the immortal Emperor Yuan Jing led two eunuchs into the imperial tent.

The rest waited outside.

The ministers in charge of the sacrifice got busy, asking the gods to ask the gods, and lined up to prepare for the emperor's subsequent ancestor worship.

Xu Qi'an didn't move his body, turned his head as hard as he could, and peeked at the sacrificial scene from the corner of his eye.

He saw a line of teams, holding spiritual tablets covered with yellow silk, along the winding water corridor, climbed up to the high platform, and placed the spiritual tablets on the big case in front of the temple.

After this team returned, another team, under the guidance of officials from Taichang Temple, brought offerings and offerings.

When everything was ready, the Minister of Taichang Temple said loudly outside the imperial tent: The peace of mind is over, welcome to Your Majesty.

The princes and daughters, ministers of civil and military affairs, bowed down at the same time.

The chief eunuch lifted the curtain, and Emperor Yuan Jing, who had already changed into a bright yellow uniform, appeared in front of everyone with a solemn expression.

At this time, he lost the faint fairy spirit of a master of Taoism, and only had the majesty of a human emperor.

This posture feels more solemn than the highest meeting in my previous life. This trip is worthwhile, this trip is worthwhile. Xu Qi'an was enjoying watching it, and suddenly felt a palpitation, knowing that someone in the Dishu chat group had spoken.

He waited for a while until the patrol team passed by, put his hand into his arms, took out not all of the jade mirrors, half-revealed, half-hidden, and took a look.

[Two: I remember that today is the day when the royal family worships the ancestors, the first and the third, right? 】

[Four: Calculate the time, today is indeed the ancestor worship ceremony. I also participated in the royal ancestor worship. 】

[Two: Back then? Heh, number four, you were an official back then, and your status was not low? 】

[Four: Yes. 】

No. 4 was an official, Xu Qi'an was taken aback. Didn't No. 4 have friendship with Renzong's female national teacher?

Well, this also makes sense, because I was an official, so I met the female national teacher.

It seems that No. 4 is also a person with a story.

Xu Qi'an found it very interesting that the holders of the Earth Book fragments were not ordinary people, they had mysterious identities and strong cultivation bases.

Interacting with them is like playing a game, unraveling their mysteries layer by layer.

[Two: Interesting, there was no reply on the 1st, and no reply from the 3rd either. 】

Damn, the corner of Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched when this little Yin coin was caught unexpectedly.

Obviously, No. 2's transmission of the letter at this time is not really concerned about the royal family worshiping ancestors, but a temptation.

Test the identities of No. 3 and No. 1.

With the connection between the Book of the Ground and the holder, even if you fall asleep, you will be awakened, so there is no chance of missing it due to rest.

Unable to reply unless there is an emergency.

However, it is impossible for Number 1 and Number 3 to have emergencies at the same time. If this is the case, it means that both of them are participating in the sacrificial ceremony, and they cannot take out the fragments of the Earth Book to reply in full view.

At this time, Xu Qi'an's actions aroused Song Tingfeng's idea.

He let go of his hand calmly, and the half-exposed jade mirror slid back into his pocket.

Be serious, don't do unnecessary actions. Song Tingfeng warned with a frown.

I know. Xu Qi'an responded perfunctorily.

It's not good, I'm a student of Yunlu Academy, I have no reason and I'm not qualified to participate in the royal family's ancestor worship. Now that my identity has exposed flaws, damn it, the group of guys from Tiandihui are all scheming people.

However, No. 1 didn't reply, he (she) was also present, who could it be?

While Xu Qi'an's thoughts were fluctuating, the members of the Heaven and Earth Congregation, the holders of the Earth Book fragments, were also thinking about the same problem.

Isn't No. 3 a disciple of Yunlu Academy? As we all know, Yunlu Academy has almost cut off his official career. Even if he had one, he is not eligible to participate in the royal ancestor worship.

Moreover, judging from the image of No. 3, he is a student of Yunlu Academy, so it is even more impossible to participate in ancestor worship.

Isn't No. 3 a disciple of Yunlu Academy?

No, if so, how to explain what happened before.

Unless he participated in the royal family's ancestor worship in other capacities, yes, the people who were placed in various ministries of the imperial court by Yunlu Academy?

What kind of government office would that be, and what identity would it be?

On the contrary, it was No. 1's identity. They were not surprised, because they knew that No. 1 was a member of the imperial court and had a high status.

[Two: Number four, you have been an official, you come to analyze and analyze. Number three is the situation. 】

[Four: I do have a guess in my heart, but why should I tell you. 】

[Six: No. 2, you are not in the capital, so what if you know the identities of No. 3 and No. 1. 】

Both Number Four and Number Six are secretly speaking for Number Three.

Xu Qi'an endured the throbbing and did not check the information.

After watching the ancestor worship ceremony for a while, Xu Qi'an felt a strange feeling in his heart again.

He always felt that Sangbo was gloomy, with an inexplicable sense of crisis.

Suddenly, Xu Qi'an heard a strange sound in the sacrificial music.

The voice said:

Help me, save me

Xu Qi'an froze for a moment, and listened carefully, but the voice disappeared.

Tingfeng, Guangxiao, have you heard any strange sounds? Xu Qi'an asked two colleagues not far away.

You mean the sacrificial music? It's indeed a bit deafening. Song Tingfeng changed his words with a strong desire to survive. He wanted to say it was ugly.

Zhu Guangxiao shook his head.

Xu Qi'an was about to speak when the weird voice came again, this time he heard it clearly, it came from Sangbo Lake.

Help me, save me

The voice was shrill and depressing, very penetrating, like a ghost whispering in the ear.