When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

With the speed of the convoy traveling day and night, it took them only one and a half days to complete the more than 200-mile journey between Mingcheng and Beijing.

Fu Yunyu's team finally arrived in the capital the day before the canonization ceremony.

As the team continued to advance, the majestic city wall made of concrete finally appeared in front of everyone.

However, before He Heng and his party had time to catch their breath, the moment they were about to enter the city gate, they noticed a strange atmosphere in the city.

At this moment, everyone saw colorful flags and lanterns hanging high on the city wall, and the people in the streets and alleys all ran to the streets and cheered with gongs and drums, as if they were celebrating some grand festival.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Fu Yunyu immediately sent someone to ask the guards at the city gate what day it was today, and why they put on such a grand posture.

The soldiers guarding the city were surprised by this, and he said to those who came to question,

"Don't you know? Today is the sacrificial ceremony for the canonization of the national teacher. Now the ceremony is being held in the palace. The canonization ceremony has been held for an hour or two. For this reason, the emperor issued an order of amnesty for the world, so the common people So cheering."

Fu Yunyu's subordinates immediately frowned, "Isn't the sacrificial ceremony held tomorrow? How can it be changed to today?"

The soldier replied: "Last night, the national teacher looked at the stars at night and speculated that today is a rare auspicious day in a thousand years, so he persuaded His Majesty to bring forward the canonization ceremony to today."

After hearing this answer, Fu Yunyu secretly said something bad in her heart.

She didn't expect to be tricked by someone in the dark, and the old magic stick actually advanced the time.

So Fu Yunyu immediately led a team of trusted followers to gallop towards the imperial palace. At the same time, she sent spies to contact the guards stationed around the capital and ordered them to rush to the imperial city as quickly as possible.

Although launching the mutiny now is out of helplessness, and Fu Yunyu is not fully sure, but she has to prepare for the worst in advance. If she made a move, she would never sit still and wait for death.

And after He Heng settled Xiaoyuren to a nearby inn, he also rode his horse and rushed towards the palace.

On the huge open-air altar in the imperial city,

An old man in a white robe was standing in the center of the altar with a wooden stick in his hand, dancing and performing his own performance.

Sometimes he knelt down and babbled, sometimes he got up and chanted loudly, frantically doing a series of movements on the altar to invite God.

Around the altar, there were various gods and many animal sacrifices. The freshly slaughtered cattle, sheep and livestock were all gutted out and placed beside the gods, and the glaring blood flowed all over the place.

A high platform was erected directly opposite the altar. The emperor was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and sat on the top of the platform. The servants beside him held up parasols for him and poured tea and water in a hurry.

The emperor held his chin in one hand, and his whole body was almost sunk in the dragon chair. His bloodless face looked more and more dry and haggard. He was obviously not yet 60 years old, but he was already like a dead tree that had been drained of all vitality. Generally, it gives a feeling that half of the body is buried in the soil.

And this has something to do with his obsession with alchemy all day long.

Throughout the sacrificial ceremony, the emperor seemed to be lacking in interest, his half-closed eyes looked as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

However, the moment Wu Yuansi came down from the altar, his expression brightened, and there was a rare clear look in his cloudy eyeballs.

"I would like to ask the national teacher, why the immortality pill has not been refined for so long? Did the gods give any instructions just now?"

Emperor Fu Wen's pursuit of the elixir of immortality has reached a morbid level. He is either thinking about alchemy or eating elixirs with excessive heavy metal content.

For a long time, his physical condition has deteriorated rapidly, and Fu Wen can also detect these changes in his body. He knows that he may die soon, so he is even more eager to refine the elixir of immortality, and is even willing to do it. pay for everything.

"Report to His Majesty"

At this moment, Wu Yuansi walked under the high platform. He twirled his tangled beard and sighed several times. His hesitation made the emperor feel even more anxious. up.

Seeing this, the emperor simply got up from the dragon chair,

He walked to the edge of the high platform and waved his hand to signal Wu Yuansi that there is no need to be too polite, and said, "What did the gods convey to the master? When will this elixir of life be cultivated? It's okay, sir."

This time, Wu Yuansi finally stopped covering up. He took out a note from his cuff and unfolded it in front of everyone with a "wow".

"Just now, God entrusted me with his will written in this note."

As he said that, he walked to the brazier next to the altar under the eyes of everyone, and put the note in his hand on it, only to see a line of black writing on the burnt note.

"Well!"

Amid the exclamations of the people,

Wu Yuansi walked to the high platform again, he held up the note in his hand and read aloud:

"Yunyu."

As soon as he said this, everyone was in an uproar.

Immediately, there was the sound of whispering and whispering on the high platform.

"Your Majesty," Wu Yuansi put away the note and spoke slowly,

"The art of alchemy pays attention to the harmony of yin and yang and the conformity of the five elements, so as to convert one's own yin energy into yang energy, and the minister deduces from the princess's birth date that her hit has too much yin energy. I am afraid that the will of the gods is the princess. The Yin Qi suppressed the alchemy environment."

The emperor immediately took his words, "Sir, this intention is because the princess has stayed in the imperial city for a long time, and her fate does not match the yin and yang and five elements in the environment where the elixir of immortality is practiced, so this elixir has been delayed. practiced?"

"Your Majesty is wise." Wu Yuansi immediately bowed his head to the emperor and said, "In my opinion, as long as the eldest princess is transferred away from the imperial city, this elixir can be prepared within half a month."

After hearing his words, the emperor stretched out his hand and stroked his chin thoughtfully,

"I agree"

However, before he could say "sure", there was a commotion at the guard at the far end of the altar, and everyone's eyes were quickly cast there.

The first thing Fu Yunyu heard when he led the people arrived was the sentence "Remove the eldest princess from the imperial city". At this moment, the veins on the back of her hand, which was slung on the sword around her waist, faintly appeared.

She almost couldn't bear the impulse in her heart, and wanted to rush over to chop Wu Yuansi, a charlatan stick, on the spot.

The guards were in a stalemate with Fu Yunyu's men, and the emperor's eyes were also cast in their direction.

Fu Yunyu knew in her heart that the emperor was willing to do whatever it took to cultivate the Immortality Pill, so no matter what, he would expel himself from the capital.

Once she leaves the capital, the crown prince will have no obstacles in the palace, and then the throne will definitely belong to Fu Yunwei.

The current situation can be said to be an arrow on the string and has to be launched.

Today, in Fu Yunyu's eyes, she just couldn't tolerate Wu Yuansi, even if killing him now would make her be accused of deceiving the emperor, she couldn't care less.

But the moment Fu Yunyu was about to draw his sword, the back of his hand was suddenly held down.

She frowned and looked up to the side, only to see that person's face hidden under a spacious black cloak, but from his tall figure and looming facial contours, she could still recognize that this person was He Heng.

Fu Yunyu was stunned for a moment, she hadn't recovered why He Heng dressed herself like a wizard in a black cloak, she heard the other party's deep voice slowly ringing in her ears,

"Do not impulse."

"The date of the canonization ceremony is suddenly brought forward, and your men and horses haven't made enough preparations. Now this is their territory. You can really relieve your anger by killing Wu Yuansi in a fit of anger, but if you are betrayed by Fu Yunwei's people, they will force you The crime of coercing the palace is really not worth it."

Fu Yunyu couldn't understand that He Heng's words were not unreasonable, but she had no other choice at this time.

"Then tell me, do I have other options besides this choice today? Do I have to be like a dog, obediently stay away from the capital as Wu Yuansi said, and hand over the throne to others?"

Hearing this, He Heng shook his head, sighed and said, "Why do you only know how to rely on force to act recklessly, and don't know how to be flexible?"

Hearing the other party's words, Fu Yunyu's forehead showed faint blue veins, and he almost rushed forward to fight He Heng.

She sneered and said, "Flexible? What is flexible? What would you do if you changed this matter?"

In the next second, He Heng reached out and took off the hood on his head, revealing the three colored lines just painted on his tall forehead, and the colorful patterns on both sides of his cheeks.

Under Fu Yunyu's dumbstruck gaze, He Heng said in a confident tone:

"When you encounter this kind of thing, you must use magic to defeat magic."

Immediately under the focus of everyone's eyes, he slowly walked towards the center of the altar.

He Heng's appearance immediately caused an uproar at the scene.

Seeing him appearing with a colorful makeup, the emperor was in a daze for a moment, and then asked him: "Why didn't the son-in-law stay in Mingcheng, but went back to Beijing privately, and trespassed on the sacrificial ceremony?"

There was another whisper on the high platform.

Leaving one's post without authorization is a serious crime for anyone, and He Heng's doing so is really not worthwhile.

Just when everyone was sweating for He Heng, they saw the man in the center of the altar saying in a deep voice without changing his face and heartbeat:

"I'm not your consort."

Hearing this, everyone gasped, they looked at each other, thinking that disobedience to the Holy Majesty would be an extra crime.

Why is the prefect of Mingcheng so overwhelmed?

I'm afraid he doesn't want his head anymore?

In the next second, a steady and calm male voice sounded unhurriedly in the middle of the high platform again,

"Because I am the messenger of the gods,"

"You can also call me Lightbringer."

Although He Heng's "colorful" face at this time does give people a feeling that the sun is shining on the earth, no one knows how to comment on his words.

After all, what is the Lightbringer?

Taking advantage of the time when everyone was stunned, He Heng hit the iron while it was hot: "Your Majesty, the reason why you haven't practiced the elixir of immortality so far is that the god explained the reason to me in a dream last night."

"Oh,"

Hearing this, the emperor suddenly became interested, "How do you say that?"

He Heng immediately pointed to Wu Yuansi who was standing beside him, and said sharply: "It is because of him, this charlatan pretending to be the messenger of the gods, deceived the eyes of the Holy Majesty. This series of actions undoubtedly offended God."

"So today, I will act as an emissary of light, and let this charlatan pay for what he has done."

"What nonsense!"

After listening to the other party's words, Wu Yuansi was so angry that He Heng's beard started to tremble. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at the other party's nose to argue:

"Your Majesty, don't listen to this person's slander! He clearly wants to confuse your audition and hinder your successful training."

Before he could finish speaking, He Heng interrupted Wu Yuansi with a sneer. He walked slowly in front of the other party and looked down at Wu Yuansi.

Contrary to Wu Yuansi's expression of blowing his nose, staring at his face, and exasperated, He Heng's expression was light and calm,

"You think your voice sounds reasonable, don't you?"

"You!" Wu Yuansi hadn't thought of a reason to refute,

He Heng continued:

"There is no evidence for what you say, if you dare, come and fight with me."

"Let us prove in front of His Majesty who is the real Lightbringer."

The author has something to say: After losing his eyes, the only thing he should be thankful for is that he escaped the visual impact of Hublot