[Honghuang] Recruiting demon flags

March [-]th, Nuwa's birthday.

King Zhou ignored it? He has been in power for a long time, and he only loves to have fun. His favorite thing to do is to drink and dance with Daji, and toss and turn in the gentle village all year round. For this day, he still remembers it clearly, even An imperial decree was issued a month in advance, ordering the courtiers to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony.

He took Daji's hand and said with emotion: "Back then, Prime Minister Shang came to advise, and only then did I know that I would offer incense to Empress Nuwa."

Shang Rong is already dead now.

Daji? He was sitting beside him pouring wine. Hearing this, she said softly, "... Don't think about that, my lord."

King Zhou: "Oh."

He shook his head, showing a rare look of reminiscence, picked up Daji's full wine bottle, raised his head and drank it down.

Daji? Leaning on his shoulder, quietly, without speaking, watching the red silk fluttering in the palace.The eunuchs bowed their heads respectfully and stood on both sides. Dancers and musicians dressed in gorgeous brocade, all young and beautiful, were performing songs and dances in front of the palace.

For so many years, the palace of the Shang Dynasty has not changed much, except that King Zhou is older and has gradually cultivated the majesty of the king.

And she is still young and beautiful.

King Zhou even thought about going to worship the empress, Daji, on March [-]th? Thinking of this, I feel funny——of course, the empress will bless the people of the world and bless the weather, but this is Tangjiangshan, but it is? The empress personally ordered ordered her to fetch it.

However, Daji naturally wouldn't say these words out loud. Even the ceremonial utensils and congratulatory speeches used in the sacrifices were all handled by her alone, and they were done quite well. Even those ceremonies and music The ministers couldn't pick out the problem, which made King Zhou praise him again and again.

Daji? Just? Smile.

Of course she can do well.

——After so many years, after leaving Wa Palace for so many years, she still remembers everything she likes about the empress.

On the fifteenth day of the third lunar month, King Zhou was majestic and dignified. He was accompanied by countless horses and guards, flags were waving, and necklaces were flying. From the princes and ministers to the maids and servants, they all performed their duties and strictly followed the etiquette. Dare to overstep in the slightest.

Except for Daji?

Daji? Sitting on King Zhou's chariot as a noble concubine, she was even taller than the queen.

When they arrived at Nuwa's palace, King Zhou entered first, Daji followed closely behind, and then again was the group of officials and concubines.The hall is covered with copper bricks, stepping on the soles of the feet, with the coolness of early spring, two gilt incense burners puffing and puffing light smoke, and the curtains are slightly fluttering, exactly the same as in her memory.

In those years, she admired Nuwa, so she often came here to worship and pray.

The officials in charge of etiquette followed into the hall, bowed down, humbly attached to Daji's ear, and whispered: "Madam Su..."

"Don't call me your lady, there is only one lady here."

"That's right? Su... noble concubine, according to etiquette, when offering sacrifices to Nuwa Empress, the king should be the first, and after the king, the empress. And you..."

Daji shook her head and said, "Nuwa Empress won't care."

That's right, of course the empress doesn't care.She is the most impartial and selfless person, she doesn't care about high or low, she doesn't care about high or low, and she doesn't care whether the queen is in the front? or the imperial concubine is in the front?

Not to mention that Daji, who originally made a promise to her for the rest of her life, has long since become King Zhou's noble concubine.

It seems that her tone when talking about Nuwa is too casual and indifferent? The official became anxious, lowered his voice, and quickly advised: "Concubine Su, don't make false comments on saints! Empress Nuwa is an ancient righteous god, Bless my Yin, Shang, Guozuo and the people—"

Daji smiled, "You really look like Shang Rong."

Official: "..."

The death of Shang Rong back then was quite strange, and the words "Prime Minister Shang" were also reluctant to be mentioned by the courtiers, let alone called by his first name like Daji.The official saw that Daji was so proud of being favored, so he didn't talk to her anymore, shook his head, and stood back in his seat.

An ancient bell rang in the distance.

Headed by King Zhou, princes and nobles, concubines and servants, civil and military officials, all knelt down neatly in front of the statue of Nuwa.

The ceremony was very long. Daji knelt on the copper bricks with everyone, and listened to the ceremony officer's drawn-out tone, reading the congratulations like singing, but couldn't listen to a single sentence. She was always absent-minded and lost in thought. I don't know where it went.

She thought, Empress Nuwa actually doesn't like such extravagance.

The empress has lived in the upper realm for a long time, and she has a noble nature. She doesn't like the gold, silver and jewelry in the mortal world. Raise koi and plant peach trees by the pond.

Thinking of this, Daji stretched out her hand and helped the peach blossom branch on her head.

She still had the peach blossom that the empress had given her as a hairpin.

She still remembered that at that time, she had just returned from Wa Palace, she pretended to be waking up, and said to King Zhou with a smile that the concubine had a? Dependents.

A word becomes a prophecy, that is to say, lovers will eventually get married, after all, it is just a dream.

Thinking about it this way, Daji suddenly forgot the time and was in a trance. The complicated and redundant sacrificial ceremony was already over, and all the officials came out in a file. Instead, King Zhou stayed in the palace, alone , Looking at the looming statue of Nuwa behind the fluttering curtain, I was stunned, wondering what I was thinking.

Daji? When she came to her senses, there were only the two of them around.

She called softly: "... Your Majesty."

King Zhou turned around and stared at her.

Daji almost thought that she had read it wrong, but at this moment—this moment, the eyes that King Zhou looked at her were black and white, and contained some inexplicable emotion. From the beginning, from one to the next.

She was silent.

After a long while, King Zhou said quietly: "I still remember that in that year, I also stood here, listened to the master of ceremonies sing the eulogy, raised my head, just a gust of wind blew up the curtain, Let the widows just see it like that? It’s Empress Nuwa.”

Daji? Get up from the ground, but don't know what to say.

The whole hall was quiet, only the curtain fluttered gently, revealing the looming statue of Nuwa.

For a long, long time, the expression on King Zhou's face changed, sometimes reminiscing, sometimes lonely, and finally turned into a long? long? sigh, "...this is the beauty, if I can get her once, I will Willing to trade anything."

Daji? You know yourself? You should refute. King Zhou's blasphemy, don't say offend the sage, even if you are killed by a thunderbolt on the spot, she, as the queen's fox demon, should Prevent.

But she couldn't speak.

Although King Zhou made some disrespectful remarks, he buried her in his heart and said everything he dared not to say.

She stood quietly, as if she was fixed in place, watching King Zhou slowly approaching, stretched out her hand like that, and lifted the curtain covering the front of the icon.

Daji? Subconsciously held her breath.

King Zhou looked at the statue of Nuwa in front of him. For a moment, he picked up a silver hook from the altar, hooked the pale white curtain to one side, and turned to look at Daji. He smiled and said, "Beauty, has someone told you that you look a lot like Empress Nuwa?"

If not, in Nuwa's palace, Daji has a hundred ways to respond to King Zhou's words, or make fun of it, or pretend to be panicked, and act like glue, so that King Zhou can't care about any gods Buddha, just want to hold her in his arms.

But in front of the empress, even if it's just a stone statue, none of her methods can be used.

She just stood there dazedly.

Amidst the misty smoke and faint fragrance, the statue of Nuwa stood at the top, with a beautiful appearance and solemn testimonies, as if she was staring coldly at this pair of men and women who dared to blaspheme the saints.

However, King Zhou no longer cared about the opened curtain, turned his head and walked towards Daji, and said softly: "Back then, as soon as you entered the palace, I reminded you of the Empress Nuwa whom I met here. , so I favor you very much. Just? So many years have passed, so many years have passed... Sigh."

Daji finally regained some feeling that the emperor favored his concubine, and asked softly: "Does the king not like his concubines anymore?"

King Zhou smiled slightly, "The beauty is worrying too much."

In just a few words, he had already walked in front of Daji, stopped in his tracks, and said, "For so many years, every time a widow sees a beauty, she likes her a little more. How can there be any reason to dislike her? But in those few years, when the widow looked at you, I always felt that I could see the shadow of Empress Nuwa on you, so I wasted a lot of time until today, and I came here to see you again? Only after seeing Empress Nuwa did I understand..."

Daji already guessed what King Zhou was about to say, so it must be some disrespectful words, so she couldn't help but softly shouted: "Your Majesty..."

King Zhou looked at her and said with a smile: "I like you, is it? You, aren't you? What about Empress Nuwa?"

A gust of wind blew past, and the pale white curtain hooked up by King Zhou was lowered again, blowing gently.The incense candles that were just used for sacrifices have not yet been burned out, and there is some dim color of fire from the hollowed-out crane incense burners on both sides, and light smoke curls up.

Daji lifted the corner of her skirt and knelt down on the ground, feeling that the copper bricks were bitingly cold, as if many years ago.

She finally cheated the sincerity of King Zhou.

But? What's the use of her wanting King Zhou's heart? She thinks King Zhou's heart is dirty, and she just wants her to accept her heart.

Farewell to love? Separation, resentment and hatred will meet, and you can't ask for it.

Daji lowered her head, bit her lower lip, and asked softly, "Your Majesty... Why do you want to tell me these things, Your Majesty?"

"When you first entered the palace, the widow was on good terms with you. It was also because after meeting Empress Nuwa here, I fell in love with her at first sight, but couldn't get it. Seeing that you resemble Empress Nuwa, that's why Accept you, and talk about regret. At that time, is it? The widow can't understand, can't understand who is the person in the widow's heart. These words must be clearly explained to you. "

King Zhou squatted down in front of her.

Regardless of a noble imperial robe being dragged on the ground, he only stretched out his hand, and gently cupped Daji's cheek, "... I just want to love someone, that's in my heart." , that is? Don't let her touch other people's."

Daji said in a daze, "...Yes? Ah."

King Zhou understands the truth?

How come the empress doesn't understand.

hateful.