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Summer is getting stronger, and the fourteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is approaching. Daliang has the custom of celebrating the Ghost Festival.

Zhongyuan is the most solemn of the three Ming festivals. On this day, the underground palace opens the gate of the soul prison. Ghosts, souls, and living beings can be crossed. Offering sacrifices to ancestors, offering incense, lighting lamps, and holding a grand ceremony to pray for blessings.

This year coincides with the return of the eldest princess to the palace and the clan's coming to Beijing. It is extraordinarily lively and grand, with complicated ceremonies. Liang Hui deals with the royal clan, supervises the promulgation of the new almanac by the Qin Tianjian, and draws up the specifications of the ceremony. Zhu Zhiyi leads the three divisions and nine palaces to rush to make Dojo Dharma meeting imperial products, clothing accessories and props, both of them are so busy that they have less and less time to meet, let alone talk.

On the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival, Liang Hui led the royal family and the harem to the temple to offer incense and light lamps, and a highly respected prince was the chief priest.

The emperor led the recitation, followed by the empress. When offering tea and fruits, the old prince suddenly stopped: "Hold on, Your Majesty—"

Everyone looked up, and saw the old prince stepping forward to take the saucer in Liang Hui's hand, staring at the fruit plate and tea bowl with cloudy eyes for a moment, then frowned, and asked loudly: "Your Majesty, why is there a picture of sunset on the imperial product?" ?!"

His Highness's relatives, including Zhu Zhiyi, who was sitting sideways, all looked terrified.

"This flower is lowly. It is the abandoned son of Buddha Luomen. Maitreya God Buddha is a monster, and then escaped into the magic way. return."

Xiyan in Daliang is an ominous omen.

The bowls, lanterns, and smoke burners enshrined in this sacrifice are mainly painted with symbols of good luck and auspiciousness such as peonies, fairy branches, and white cranes. However, the bottom and sides are indeed painted with sporadic patterns of pistil leaves, which are extremely secretive and difficult to detect.

The concubine and the concubine of the imperial family began to whisper, who didn't know that the late emperor once said that Concubine Liang Hui's mother was as humble and insignificant as Xiyan, "There is no talent and virtue, not worth rewarding, and she will be assigned to the cold palace without a title."

There is more and more riots underneath: "The evening face shows up, it is a sign of great disaster."

"Doesn't that mean that there must be a seductive master in the harem now, and this is the meaning of Heaven's warning."

"I heard that it was also the first seducer..."

Liang Hui stood straight in front of the statue of Buddha and the ancestral tablets, as if he had been poured with cold water in the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month, or as if he had been slapped several times on the face in public.

Xiyan, it was Xiyan... Heh, even Xiyan came out.

The eyes of gloating, pity, sympathy, or vicious curiosity behind him were like a raging fire burning on his back, and the emaciated and sick body of his mother and concubine, the humiliated and unwilling eyes and the painful and helpless face appeared in front of him. Save the mother and concubine, save this woman who has been played with and humiliated all her life. She is clearly the victim of being trampled and humiliated by the powerful, but she is charged with filthy crimes.

But he was young and useless, and there was nothing he could do...

Liang Hui pursed his lips tightly, without a trace of expression on his face. Looking at the huge golden Buddha statues in front of him, he sneered disrespectfully in his heart. Are there really gods and Buddhas in this world?If it is true, why do you have to make things difficult for him everywhere, let him suffer the shameless humiliation and heart-wrenching pain of being executed in public, and his mother and concubine will not be at peace when they go underground...

Zhu Zhiyi stood beside him without moving, but her inner jacket was already drenched in cold sweat.

He was counted.

It is impossible to guard against. He has checked all the equipment and instruments repeatedly before the ceremony, and there is no possibility of mistakes. He dared to secretly burn the imperial products under his nose in such a short period of time and openly dropped the package. Is it the Shang Chu Division or the Manufacturing Bureau?And whose instigation?

Zhu Zhiyi's fingers were tucked into her wide sleeves and trembling uncontrollably, a cold air wrapped tightly around her neck and extended to her back.

Since he entered the central palace, he has been strict with himself and cautious in every way. He has never made such a big mistake. Everyone knows that his mother and concubine are Liang Hui's troubles and pain points, and everyone keeps it secret. His previous humiliation and embarrassment were made public.

Zhu Zhiyi glanced away, only to see his stern profile and tight lips.

At that moment, what Zhu Zhiyi thought was not about framing and framing, nor about the coming storm, he only had one thought——Liang Hui was being tortured and roasted.The young emperor lowered his head slightly, his back was still straight, his proud neck was bent into a somewhat lonely arc, and the scars that had not healed for many years were uncovered with blood and flesh, dripping with blood.

He obviously did nothing wrong, but now he is like a sinner being tried on the scaffold, he has also tasted the pain, when his grandfather was framed and insulted by the officials, when Zhumen was attacked and ridiculed, So more empathy.

Everything is not as high as the high hall, not as good as the children, these people talk about their biological mothers, they are really despicable, the pity and guilt in Zhu Zhiyi's heart overwhelmed the fear, and when he was about to speak, the queen mother said: "The emperor's uncle said it well." Yes, there was a system of etiquette in ancient times, and during the Mid-Yuan Festival, how could something so out of the ordinary be worthy of being elegant in the lobby? If you have passed it, why don't you explain it to everyone."

It's useless to say anything, even if the people below turn against him, it is his responsibility. Zhu Zhiyi was silent for a moment, and only said: "This palace is irrefutable."

Concubine Qin was beside her with a strange look: "Everyone knows that the first emperor didn't like Xiyan, and the empress committed the crime knowingly, but she didn't want the ancestors to come back from the gate of hell? It's impure and unfilial, and its heart is evil."

A prince who believed in gods and Buddhas hurriedly asked the officer in charge of the sacrificial ceremony: "Zhongzhang Palace, in your opinion, how is this matter?"

The head of the Qintian Supervisor stepped forward to answer: "My masters, the "three yuan" of the moon and a half is compatible with the three officials, blessings, forgiveness, and relief. The emperor celebrates Christmas, and it is disrespectful to honor Xi Yan. Officials are not happy, the underground palace is not peaceful, the ancestors are not blessed, and the fate of the country is worrying."

As soon as this remark came out, people panicked for a moment, and the entire room of the palace was full of clan and royal relatives scolded Zhu Zhiyi in their hearts. Princess Qin hurriedly asked: "Is there a solution?"

The head of the Qintian Supervisor glanced around, hesitantly said: "Yes, I'm afraid..."

The Queen Mother said: "But it doesn't matter."

The director said: "Those who are disrespectful and unfilial can serve ghosts with their blood, take heart blood, take a bowl every day, keep it for half a tenth, kneel down to repent for a month, and ask the emperor for forgiveness without dripping water."

It is self-evident who this disrespectful and unfilial person refers to.

"Ridiculous!" the eldest princess scolded, the empress dowager and the concubine and the palace officials went online in one go, clearly wanting to wish Zhiyi's life, who can survive after half a decade's effort, "I grew up in the palace since I was a child, I have never heard of such absurd things, gods, Buddhas and ghost kings travel all over the world, how can they care about every detail with a mortal, I am afraid that someone uses the name of gods and Buddhas to eliminate dissidents."

Zhu Zhiyi smiled wryly, I am afraid that in the eyes of everyone, he is no different from the demon queen who has brought disaster to the country and the people, and the crusade is coming one after another, but he calmed down for no reason, and only looked sideways at Liang Hui, what Liang Hui was thinking, and in his heart Is it very uncomfortable, will you... blame him, hate him, doubt him.

The mother and concubine are his most unmentionable old wounds. Today, the scars were uncovered in the most humiliating and bloody way and made public. He is such an arrogant, unruly, penny-pinching, and self-respecting person. I must hate him to death, Zhu Zhiyi's heart sank, it was his fault, let Liang Huiping suffer this innocent disaster, let these benevolent and moral clan and royal relatives trample on Tianwei in a dignified manner, if he is punished, it will slow down Liang Hui's discomfort and hatred, it's nothing for him to receive this punishment, it's his negligence of duty, he deserves it.

Zhu Zhiyi's hands under his wide sleeves were clenched into fists. He wasn't yielding to these hypocrites, he was admitting his mistake to Liang Hui, and he was deeply ashamed.