The bright moon sits on the ground

Qi Qianyuan sent her back in two or three sentences easily,? Nie Qiu didn't think it was strange either.

After all, based on his understanding of Qi Qianyuan, this person is inherently suspicious. If he hadn't presented something real in front of him, he wouldn't have revealed anything—perhaps he would only be able to see him on the day when he was forced to die. hole card.

And his purpose is just to let His Royal Highness know about this matter, as for what this person thinks, that's something for another time.

Nie Qiu didn't bother too much. After saying goodbye to Qi Qianyuan, he turned and left.

He stepped out of the door, and before he reached the gate of the palace, someone chased him behind him,

There are a few red leaves between the eyebrows. There is an inconspicuous mole under the lip. The appearance is very unique, not like the people from the Central Plains. The eyebrows and eyes are deep, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the corners of the lips seem to be curved, but that face is the most The eyes are the most conspicuous: they are as bright and clear as amber. If there is non-glare sunlight shining in, if you observe carefully, you will find that the colors of the two eyes are slightly different, one is light yellow and the other is light yellow. Slightly dark brown.

"Under Meng Qiuze."

Seeing Nie Qiu looking at him, the man straightened his clothes, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness ordered me to send Priest Nie off."

"The weather is not beautiful today..."

"The Celestial Physician in Zhen Palace just calculated a hexagram, and the hexagram shows that it is a great ominous."

In the previous life, Qi Qianyuan turned over the black and white letter and faced everyone.

Yes, this man who is a bit out of breath, but still has a good manners is Qi Qianyuan's astrologer.

He is not yet a well-known celestial master in the palace, but just Qi Qianyuan's close attendant since he was a child. He may be quite accomplished in fortune-telling, or he may already be well-known, but Nie Qiu doesn't know this, and he doesn't often enter the palace. .

"If Priest Nie has any troubles and it is not convenient to discuss it with His Highness, you can also discuss it with me." Meng Qiuze squinted his eyes and smiled, with a pair of strange eyes shining brightly. "Priest, please prepare well for the ceremony."

Meng Qiuze was not from the Central Plains, but was born somewhere in a foreign land and then sold here.

With such an identity and serving by Qi Qianyuan's side, it is inevitable that there will be some gossip. There are many people who worry that he is a spy sent by a hostile country, but Meng Qiuze still grew up safely, and then became the king after Qi Qianyuan ascended the throne. The first celestial master in the palace blocked all those gossip.

This person is completely on Qi Qianyuan's side, so Nie Qiu doesn't plan to start with him.

And the meaning he conveyed was no different from the subtext that Nie Qiu heard from Qi Qianyuan.

He has to take over the position of the high priest, and the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is also prepared as usual, and what happens after the ceremony is beyond Nie Qiu's control—most likely, the crown prince will end in person, which is also the best situation— —The premise is that he can gain Qi Qianyuan's trust within this period of time.

Sure enough, after Nie Qiu agreed, Meng Qiuze whispered to himself, "Of course, it would be even better if the priest could stay in the imperial city for an extra ten days and a half months after the ceremony."

There are people watching everywhere in the palace, not to mention the identities of Nie Qiu and Qi Qianyuan, they are bound to attract the attention of many people.

If he guessed right, Yuemo wanted to talk to Qi Qianyuan about something outside.

So Nie Qiu replied, "Okay."

After finalizing the matter with the prince, he no longer worried about this matter, and concentrated on preparing for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

A night without dreams.

Just after dawn, the maid sent by the prince to serve gently knocked on the door of the room.

Nie Qiu squinted his eyes in a daze for a moment, and after a brief moment of confusion, his consciousness returned in an instant. The torrential rain in Xiayan City, from the northwest to the imperial city, from Nie's house to the palace, he quickly went through it in his mind , which distinguishes the present from the previous life.

He lifted the quilt, propped up his body with a soft rustling sound, his long black hair hung down softly, coiled into ambiguous lines, and hung loosely on his shoulders.She wore a light white unlined garment that hadn't become wrinkled overnight, and a belt was tied around her waist, showing the vigorous strength contained in the smooth arc from the back to the buttocks.

Nie Qiu opened his mouth, and his voice became a little hoarse because of sleepiness.

"Come in."

After receiving the order, the maidservants with delicate faces rushed in one after another.

The gilt censer is lit with a strange incense. At first glance, it smells like the sporadic fragrance of flowers in the white snow. As time goes by, it gradually becomes the rich but not greasy scent of incense under the Buddha statue in the ancient temple, quiet and solemn.

The fragrance in the room is wafting, and there are several plates of wild fruits stained with dew on the table, and there are clear spring water in the cups.

After Nie Qiu took a bath and changed his clothes, he barely ate something, and then sent the others out, leaving only two standing aside, kneeling quietly on the soft and firm cushion, holding a string of beads in his hand, hanging Eyes ponder.

There are 28 beads made of red sandalwood, which correspond to the [-] constellations, and two gold-plated beads correspond to the sky and the world. There are intricate patterns carved on them. It surges like a raging flame, and if it is facing the moonlight, those lines will flow like a stream again, radiant and colorful, it is really beautiful.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he is praying devoutly.

However, every time he dialed a sandalwood bead in his hand, Nie Qiu's heart was one step further away from the incense.

He knew he was dishonest.

He doesn't believe in the ways of heaven, gods and Buddhas, only the cold scabbard beside his side actually exists.

So in the end, Nie Qiu simply picked the beads unconsciously and stopped reciting those tedious sacrificial words silently.

The doors and windows are closed, and the air is filled with a suffocating aroma. His current state is no different from being grounded--grounding is not bad, at least he can do other things, but Nie Qiu can only kneel Meditate and pray here.

In the past six days, Nie Qiu recalled all the things that happened during this period, and felt that the waiting time was too long and the memories were too few, so he had to relive the events of the previous life.

After reviewing it like this, he suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.

In his last life, he really didn't live his life to the fullest, unsatisfactory.

The imperial palace is a cage, the Nie family is a shackle, and the identity of the model of righteousness is that he drinks the poison in his belly.

At this time, the joy of rebirth and the expectation of a new future also gradually faded with Nie Qiu's return to the imperial city.

The Fengxue Mountains far in the northwest were an accident, and the Xiayan City near the desert was also an accident.

What he had never experienced in his previous life, he has experienced in this short month.

Because it is too fresh, it is too fragile.

The dream was shattered, and he fell into the reality of being alone again.

So when he was alone in this small room, he wondered if the previous things were all fake.

Only by touching the shallow mark on his wrist, Nie Qiu felt a sense of reality.

It's not that he hasn't experienced this kind of thing before, but he has never felt that the time is so long.

Nie Qiu paused for a moment with his fingers pinching the red sandalwood bead. After a while, he simply put it aside and sighed in his heart.

Fortunately, however, he was patient enough and had plenty of time to kill.

For the people in the cage, the passage of time is no longer obvious. Just as Nie Qiu repeated the same life day after day, six days also quietly passed away. Soon, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was officially held The seventh day has come.

The night before the grand ceremony, Nie Qiu had a rare dream.

The dream was grotesque, there was raging fire, there was a river as bright as blood, and unknown red flower buds bloomed on both sides of the bluestone road, he walked along that road, and there was a sound of a ruler knocking on the table beside his ear There was a low and solemn voice, mixed with strange wailing and mourning, which was not like the sound that a human being can make.

The fog dissipated to both sides.

A black figure stood at the end of the road, his figure was thin and small, and he couldn't see his face clearly for some reason.

Nie Qiu always felt that he knew him, but he couldn't remember his name or what he looked like.

The breeze soothed the night with kisses, whirled and passed through the other end of the long and narrow road, blowing the sea of ​​red flowers all over the sky.

Among the overlapping petals, Nie Qiu saw the man beckoning as if he knew him very well.

He couldn't help but took two steps forward, trying to see his face clearly, but the man just made a gesture, stopped his footsteps, and said in a hoarse and sharp voice: "I don't know how many days have passed by your side."

The black shadow took a step forward, as if blocked by something, unable to move.

He sighed softly, and looked at Nie Qiu from a long distance, "I hesitated for a long time."

"This thing doesn't look like an ordinary thing that can be seen everywhere in the palace. I'm worried that it will fall into the hands of malicious people again."

The man reached into his sleeve and groped for a while before taking out something.

"But telling it to sink into the lake again is disrespectful to the deceased." He swung his arm vigorously, threw the thing over, and landed at Nie Qiu's feet. There was a rustling sound, as if something was about to break through the ground, so Nie Qiu had no choice but to pick it up quickly.

"Whether it's destroyed...or used, it's up to you."

The objects in his hands were slightly hot. Nie Qiu looked down, and the fog in front of him completely dissipated, revealing the beautifully carved five-clawed golden dragon in his palm, which was glowing with bright golden light at this time.

Nie Qiu suddenly noticed something.

He clenched the five-clawed golden dragon in his hand, looked up to the side of the road, and asked, "Xie Mu?"

The shadow in the middle of the fog responded.

He said, "See you again, Nie Qiu."

In an instant, the ground cracked, and bright red flowers rushed out from the gap, climbing to a higher place.

Spiky vines grew rapidly along the ground towards the end of the road, and soon reached Xie Mu's feet, wrapping around his ankles, as if trying to pull him to the ground.

"I should get out of here too."

Nie Qiu heard a slight laugh from Xie Mu's mouth, which was quickly blown away by the wind.

His body moved slightly, turned into smoke, and disappeared between the gaps in the sky-rising vines.

Consciousness was withdrawn from the dream in an instant.

Nie Qiu opened his eyes, and what he could see was not the overwhelming red flower buds, nor the mist that blocked his sight. He stared blankly at the beam for a moment, then raised his hand, and looked at the Bujia Tong who was hanging down gently on his wrist. The bell, the traces of one point three pot moons exposed between the intertwined red threads.

In the dead of night, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and no sound could be heard in the room.

The other hand held something hard and cold. Even if he didn't look at it, Nie Qiu already knew what it was.

By the dim moonlight, he put the things in his hand in front of his eyes.

A five-clawed golden dragon with a golden body was crawling in the dark night, looking at him quietly, with a pair of blood-red eyes that were surprisingly bright.