The bright moon sits on the ground

Take a bath and burn incense, and change clothes.

Nie Qiu woke up early today, the sky was still foggy, and there was a puff of damp water vapor in the air.

The old priest also came to the side hall early, and personally supervised the entire process of the ceremony.

The dexterous and soft fingers of the servant girl shuttled through the smooth black hair, and placed the gilt hairpins in the right position. Nie Qiu let them wear those complicated and not bloated ornaments. The self in the mirror: the corners of the eyes are slightly outlined with a deep red, the palm-sized bronze mirror is strung together by two red strings, and hung around his neck, the hard mirror surface is tightly attached to his chest, giving him a cool feeling Passed through the thick white ritual clothes,? It reached his heart.

The old priest who was over fifty years old sat beside him, lowered his head, took a sip of tea, looked at him, and said with satisfaction: "From now on,? Nie Qiu."

"Although you are Nie Chi's adopted son, you grew up in Nie's family..."

"But above that is the High Priest's seat,? You need to keep that in mind."

"In everything, the monarch should be the most important thing."

Nie Qiu saw himself in the mirror holding the corner of his mouth, "I understand, senior."

Sharing worries for the monarch? Before establishing a life for the common people.

He understood what the old priest meant. The so-called high priest was just an appendage of the emperor's power. What the world and the common people were not as important as the person sitting on the seat.

The high priest should take His Majesty as the way in his heart, not the world.

Whether it is life or death, prosperity and wealth, or down and out, it is all in the emperor's mind.

The power of the high priest is empty, and there is only the emperor behind him. On the surface, it looks bright and beautiful, but inside it is empty. If you touch it a little, cracks will appear. If you use more force, it will directly shatter into powder .

Nie Qiu has already experienced it.

So he took everything the high priest said as a scene, and after hearing it, he just heard it.

After dressing up, it is time to wait in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and drive out of the palace with the emperor.

Although the emperor had officially announced that he was unwell a few days ago and handed over the ceremony to the Crown Prince to prepare for it, on the day of the ceremony he still had to persevere to participate, and perhaps took a pair or two of refreshing medicine to brighten his complexion. It doesn't look that bad - just to let everyone know that as long as he lives for one day, he is still the master of the world.

In front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, someone came earlier than them.

The prince, dressed in pitch black, stood respectfully in front of the palace. When he saw Nie Qiu coming, he nodded slightly, complied with his courtesy, and called "Priest Nie", and then continued to stand on the spot without saying a word, lowering his eyebrows. Concentrating her eyes, she didn't set her gaze on the gorgeous and magnificent Hall of Mental Cultivation, but just glanced occasionally to see if the emperor appeared.

On the other hand, Meng Qiuze squinted his eyes and smiled at him.

The emperor didn't let them wait for too long. When he was helped out by the personal eunuch, he still had a low cough in his throat, and his face was still bloody, but it was not difficult to see that his spirit was listless, and he was dragging his body to the ceremony of worshiping heaven. of.

"Father."

Qi Qianyuan called out, but didn't mention half a word about the emperor's condition.

He also knew that for the ninety-five supreme sage, the fact that his body was getting weaker and weaker was definitely considered a negative scale.

Even if he is a prince, he is also a thorn in the emperor's eyes.

The wrinkled emperor stretched out his hand to lift him up, and waved his hand to make the personal eunuch let go of him.He turned his head to look at the old priest beside Nie Qiu, and asked, "How are you preparing for the ceremony?"

The scenes and dialogues are no different from the previous life.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, everything is ready."

"The person who presides over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven this time is you, Nie Qiu." The emperor's voice was hoarse and low due to the infusion of medicinal herbs. Can you shoulder the position of high priest?"

Nie Qiu folded his arms in front of his body, and the clinking accessories on his body swayed slightly, making a crisp and pleasant collision sound.

"Yes."

The emperor didn't say anything more, and led a group of people to the sedan chair waiting not far away.

Among them are the well-known imperial physicians in the palace, as well as the eccentric and withdrawn doctor Xiao who is known as "the rejuvenation of the hand" among the people.

Anyone can see a little sign: the emperor is really sick this time.

Afterwards, they also got into the sedan chair and headed for the endless mountains at the foot of the imperial city.

The majestic Sui Peak is in the southwest corner, and the place where they put the altar is in the east corner. Although the two places are on the same mountain range, they are far apart and do not interfere with each other—besides, the altar On weekdays, there are imperial guards guarding it, and no one is allowed to approach, not even the head of Suifeng, let alone the disciples.

That mountain is low and gentle, surrounded by mountains and water, it looks like a black turtle crouching here from a distance.

It is precisely for this reason that the emperor specially chose this place for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

It was named Invitation to Sendai.

And when Nie Qiu was 22 years old, he held three moons that complement each other in the pool water on the mountain behind Yaoxiantai.

Whether it was a manifestation of a god or a deceit, no one can say clearly.

When he was 16 years old, he and Nie Chi saw the ceremony of worshiping heaven for the first time here; when he was 20 years old, he presided over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven; In the same place, the head was cut off in front of everyone's sight, and the blood splashed all over the ground.

After going around for a while, I returned to this place.

It was not yet dawn, but there were already many people standing on both sides of the road stretching their necks to join in the fun.

Nie Qiu listened to the bustling noises and voices in his ears, as if these had nothing to do with him, and he was not at all curious. He just rubbed his fingers over the mark on his left wrist, his eyes drifted, as if he had no focus on duckweed.

The team surrounded by the forbidden army moved forward slowly, crossing the street, showing the majesty of imperial power to the world.

It seemed to be a light rain last night, and the air smelled moist and fresh. When the slight wind blew, it bypassed layers of mountains, teahouses, pedestrians on the street, and lightened the low-hanging bead curtains. Gently lift a corner.

Nie Qiu turned his head inadvertently, and saw the people outside the sedan chair from the small gap.

Perhaps at the same time, the people who were always looking at the sedan chair also saw him. Perhaps their dull expressions were because of his appearance, or because of the expensive accessories he was wearing... It doesn't matter.

A familiar figure came into view.

It was the back of a young woman.

Her hair was combed neatly behind her head, with only a thin layer hanging over her shoulders. Her attire was different from that of ordinary women, without any extra accessories. No weapons were attached.

To say that the most unique one is the box she hangs on her right shoulder, as if it has been used for a long time.

The man seemed to be hiding something, and before Nie Qiu could see clearly, he slipped into the crowded crowd.

Nie Qiu probably had a deep impression on her, otherwise he wouldn't feel familiar. Just seeing a figure from the back, he knew that he must recognize her.But it seems that the relationship between them is not familiar, because he can't remember where he met him at all, but he has some vague thoughts, which suddenly disappeared with the departure of that figure.

However, I always feel that it is not a pleasant memory...

He smoothly pulled back the raised curtain, covering the scene in the sedan chair.

Yeguoshanquan can still fill his stomach, but Nie Qiu, a man in his prime, still feels his stomach is overwhelmed after so many days, hunger and dizziness come up at the same time, so he can only press his lower abdomen and lean on the On a soft pillow.

This is the first difficulty.

The second is the breathless smell of incense on the altar.

The third is the heavy and cumbersome hanging ornaments on the body.

The fourth is the complicated and lengthy process of the ceremony.

No matter which one it is, it is not easy to make people feel good. If ordinary people would not be able to persist.

Nie Qiu stretched out his hand and stood the cushion by the window, pressing down the bead curtain he had pulled in earlier, so as not to be blown up by the wind again.

Then he took out an oil paper bag from his sleeve, spread it out calmly, and took out two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from it.

He sent the red ghost to go around layers of imperial guards in the middle of the night before and stole it from the imperial dining room.If you want to choose something that has an inconspicuous smell and can be hidden from others, this osmanthus cake is the only one.

Nie Qiu thought to himself, he really doesn't want to eat these sweet and greasy things.

It would be even better if the imperial dining room had prepared pasta at night, but unfortunately the red ghost only saw these desserts after searching for a while.

This sweet-scented osmanthus cake can only be lightly held by the fingertips, and it seems to be broken with a little force. It melts in the mouth, and the sweetness is suitable, but it is not as sweet as he imagined.

It tastes different from Wangshan Inn and Xiayancheng Restaurant.

After all, it is something in the palace, and of course the taste cannot be compared with that outside.

Amidst the rich scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, Nie Qiu suddenly remembered the young leader of the Demon Cult.

"You don't have to be so concerned about my face. Or do you think it's a shame to like sweets?"

The warm and slow breath seems to be attached to the ear.

What kind of custard, what kind of black sesame stuffing, what kind of floral fragrance like jasmine... the shape of a bunny, the shape of a fox, the shape of petals, thin skin and a lot of stuffing, round and round, no edges and corners, very cute.

He crushed the oiled paper bag in his hand, and brushed off the remaining pastry crumbs calmly.

I don't know the reason, but the pinnae of the ears felt a little hot. Nie Qiu couldn't help touching the soft red earlobe with his fingertips. There was a commotion in his heart. People hear.

Fang Qisheng, childish.

He sighed in his heart, and then his mood gradually improved.

Nie Qiu crushed the last mouthful of osmanthus cake between his lips and teeth. In an instant, the aroma of osmanthus blossomed in his mouth, and then gradually became lighter, and finally swallowed it into his stomach mixed with the sudden smile.

The hunger caused by being guarded everywhere these days and not having a chance to eat finally got a little relief.

In this life, it is impossible for him to make any sacrifices for the emperor and the hypocritical way of heaven.

Not to mention being in charge of the big and small sacrifices, it's not even enough to go hungry for a few meals.

obedience?Nie Qiu turned his head to the side, and let out a very light and small sneer in his throat.

Don't even think about it.

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