The queen is a bit cowardly

The auspicious time is Chen, the sun has risen for a long time, and the priests are walking along the road where they sacrifice. Today, the three sacrifices to be sacrificed each have hundreds of heads, which were transported here three days ago. Cong and Dayu have jade figurines and chariots, all that are dedicated to the Emperor of Heaven must be the best ones, and the priests must not be allowed to make mistakes. After all, the coming year will not be rich, but the emperor cannot bear the crime.

"The majestic emperor Xin, expanded the land and sealed the borders, set up the capital Tianping, and divided the kings."

"The barbarians of the west and the barbarians of the east did not dare to hide, they cast a tripod and stood there, and they sang and sang..."

The young children sitting around the seats sang loudly, and their voices drifted with the monsoon, over the mountains and across the East Ocean, extolling the prestige of the Xin Dynasty.

Chang Lan sat quietly and straight, like a general who has practiced martial arts for many years, as if she was not in the same world as the chattering women behind her. She is 21 years old this year, and a girl of her age in Tianping City has already become a mother. It wasn't that there was an accident in the general's mansion with which she was engaged, and she might not be able to be the chief today. Chang Lan believed that her own story must be indispensable in the teasing topics of the women behind her.

So when her female slave told her that Mrs. Lie Wu was sick and could not attend, Chang Lan smiled inwardly.

"Is there anyone here?"

Chang Lan turned her head and saw a woman asking herself with an embarrassed smile. The woman was tall, with three-dimensional features, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, and blue eyes. She looked like a barbarian from the West, but this barbarian was really Beautiful, among the daughters of Gongqing that Chang Lan knew, there was no one with such a magnificent beauty.

"Sit down, there's no one here anyway." Chang Lan said politely, but Chang Lan was a little interested in this unfamiliar face, so she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

The woman was dressed in black clothes, with a barbarian hakama on her legs, and a machete pinned to her waist. When she sat down, she only patted the side of the hakama under her crotch. Chang Lan had seen a barbarian dancer in the palace, but she sat so decently. Among the festivals, it was the first one.

Chang Lan noticed that the woman's clothes were very expensive, using the finest silk, but the pattern was five years ago, and the bird patterns woven with red thread could be faintly seen on the sleeves and neckline.The princes of all countries have family emblems, the emperor's family is a dragon, and the mysterious bird used by the Jiang family of the Fu Kingdom. Chang Lan once again looked at the woman in front of her. She had actually seen this face five years ago.

At that time, Chang Lan was 15 years old, and she was studying in the study with the young masters. As the only girl in the study, she was always better than her brothers. : Why can't women do what men do?The master didn't answer, and only asked Chang Lan to stay and copy "Female Virtue", and when she left the study, it happened that the Chengtian Temple was gone, maybe there was no woman in the morning, so she could remember this face , she saw the woman in front of her in a black uniform, walking side by side with the prime minister, imposing, neither humble nor overbearing.

"The King of Fu, Jiang Qingluan, who is extravagant and unsafe, is the biggest fool in the 800 years since the founding of the Fu Kingdom!" Afterwards, Chang Lan, who was relatively curious, said, "Women should stay away from the temple."

As for how licentious and unsafe this King Fu was, Chang Lan naturally heard about it, but Jiang Qingluan disappeared from people's sight soon after, and this King Fu also became more and more blurred from Chang Lan's memory. It's just that I didn't expect that the legendary faint king would sit with me today. It's ironic to say that people who have the opportunity to win the world don't cherish it, but I, who has a heart for society, can only bow down to this southwest corner.

"Jiang Qingluan."

Xu Shi noticed Chang Lan's gaze, but Jiang Qingluan took the initiative instead. She put her hand on her chest and bowed slightly, which was a manly manner.

Chang Lan held her head, even if the slander of the queen spread to the sky, her impression of Jiang Qingluan was always that of her high-spirited appearance outside the Chengtian Palace that year. When I saw her today, the sharp temperament disappeared, but it made Jiang Qingluan People are like spring breeze, but this kind of warmth makes Chang Lan feel that something is missing.

"Chang Lan."

"May I ask which Gongqing's daughter it is?" Since it is a regular surname, it must be the daughter of the Gongjia.

Chang Lan only knows that Jiang Qingluan lives in seclusion, but she doesn't know that she is so lonely and ignorant. Think about it, even though this deposed king lives in the residence of the Great Sikou, he is actually a pawn of Daxin. If one day he wants to attack Fu Guo However, with this King Fu in hand, he is also famous as a teacher. Now that Jiang Qingluan has been released, it is probably only because Fu Guo, the prince of the Sixteenth Route, has not been sent as an envoy.

"Father, Lord Lin'an." Chang Lan replied. Before Emperor Longguang ascended the throne, he enfeoffed Lin'an County, also known as Lord Lin'an.

Jiang Qingluan lowered her eyes, looking serious at remembering, and suddenly saluted like a Xin countryman, and said: "Mr. Lin'an's name is like thunder, and he has been admiring him for a long time."

The female slave, A Li, turned her head towards one, Jiang Qingluan's clumsy acting was quite embarrassing.

Chang Lan didn't tell Qingluan's lies, but the graceful face in front of Chengtian Palace disappeared, and she felt a little regretful in her heart.

When Jiang Qingluan saw that Chang Lan was only smiling politely, but stopped talking, she knew that she had been looked down upon by Mr. Xin Guogong again. She had seen such supercilious eyes a lot in the past five years, and she had already forgotten when she stopped talking. Considering himself the King of Talismans, Jiang Qingluan also politely smiled back. There was no further topic, so the two fell silent, and each turned their eyes back to look forward.

There are people coming and going on the road, the busy officials, the soldiers driving the animals, the ministers in long costumes, the countless people watching, and the children singing at the altar, all of which proclaim the prosperity and prosperity of Daxin. Jiang Qingman felt a little homesick, she crossed her kneeling legs, no matter men or women in Fuguo, she was so at ease, her homesickness was only so secret.

A silent person can endure loneliness everywhere.

The drums on the south side of the Temple of Heaven were sounded, which meant that the ceremony had officially begun. The priest led a group of priests to hold bamboo slips and walked between the Temple of Heaven. It was said to be a sacrifice, but it was actually more like a performance. , It is necessary to let the countries of Kyushu understand who is the master of the four seas and the land.

The doctor of Diansi led the priests and sang poems in unison: "The majestic Emperor Xin, expanded the land and sealed the borders, set up the capital Tianping, and divided the kings. Sing. Inherit the ambition of the sky, moisten the four directions, cultivate the sword and build the sword, and the country will prosper forever..."

Along with the poems, there are also drums and dances. Those court dancers who usually wear colorful clothes are now dressed in plain clothes and dancing with wide sleeves. It was like a bouquet of roses blooming suddenly. The ministers were used to the elegant solo dance. Even the envoys from all over the world couldn't help but let go of the pride of the princes and applauded. Before the applause fell, the dancer quickly retreated again Surprised shouts came from all around, followed by the sound of swords leaving their sheaths. When the sharp edge sounded, the drumbeat became more rapid, and the horses among the three sacrifices also exclaimed. For a moment, the altar seemed to become a battlefield. There were bursts of screams, but they became quiet again under the comfort of the priest.

Emperor Longguang sat between the Temple of Heaven. He is the son of the Emperor of Heaven and the father of the princes and kings. He looked solemnly and coldly at his subjects. This middle-aged emperor has never So proud, he thought, the Daxin Dynasty is still such an unattainable patriarchal country in this world, the princes can only look at this kind of glory from a distance, and they will never be able to match it.

Some historians in later generations talked about this sacrifice to heaven, but they were mostly regretful. This was the most respectable performance in Emperor Longguang's life, but it turned out to be a turning point in the decline of Daxin. No one knows whether the emperor regretted it before his death. The decision to sacrifice to heaven this time, but judging from his daily notes, Emperor Longguang often wrote poems to praise the ceremony every day after the sacrifice, and wrote a full hundred poems for half a month. Perhaps at that moment, he was really happy.

Emperors, ministers, courtiers, generals, everyone in this festival is indulging in its grandeur, but there are still some people in this festival who seem to have nothing to do with it all. The young slave looks at the cows he is feeding, in his The cows in my hometown are family members, but here, those simple and honest guys will be thrown into the blood pool to drain their blood, and finally buried in the cold earth with their broken bodies. Who would have thought that the earth needs the cultivation of cattle to breed How about more lives?The nobles don't understand because they don't have to farm.

The young slave couldn't help sighing. He touched the cow's forehead, took out a bundle of fat hay from his side, and handed it over. All the cows surrounded them. They have been here for three days. Farming, enjoying the best forage every day and the meticulous care of the slaves, not only them, but also a hundred horses and a hundred sheep, these animals lived a life like a human.

"There is a rabbit, don't feed it, it will be killed in a while anyway." The old slave yelled, Wutu was the name of the young slave, let's call it a name for now.

Before the rabbit became a slave, there was a cow in the family, so he couldn't bear to kill it.

"Understood, Ada." As the rabbit said, it secretly threw some fodder for the cow, and then put the things away again.

The old slave named Ada walked up to Youtu. Both slaves were bare-chested. They were thin but strong, with flies all over their bodies. They looked no different from those cows.

"Don't show mercy, you should thank them." Ada said, "Otherwise, we will be the ones being bled."

In the past, human sacrifices were used for sacrifices.

"Yeah." Youtu nodded, he understood the reasoning, but he was always feeling sorry.

The closer the sacrifice was, the more the rabbit wanted to stay away from his cow. He quietly retreated to the hill not far from the cow. He was not the only slave guarding the cow, but he believed that he must be the most sad that.