The sick beauty has caught the bamboo horse

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the door of a certain old palace in the imperial palace is small, the vermilion paint has faded, and the red lanterns are covered with dust. This is a gift from the emperor for this year's celebration, and it has been hanging at the entrance of the palace without taking it away. Down.

This is the palace of the eighth princess Yanxi. Yanxi is the youngest daughter of the first emperor. Her mother is just a humble maid. It is rumored that she looks ugly because she is pregnant with the emperor's heir. Not long after Yan Xi was born, the daughter died of illness in the palace.

There are also many rumors that the eighth princess's biological mother did not die of illness, but was starved to death in the palace by the empress, but this kind of argument is untenable, after all, there is no need for the empress to have trouble with a maid who does not even have a position.

Or maybe, who gave orders to the queen behind her back, but who in this world can instruct the mother of the country?

The affairs of the palace compound all returned to ashes with the death of these people, and it is nothing more than idle chatter for future generations to talk about in detail.

People in the palace are best at following others. Yan Xi has no status in the mother clan, no emperor's favor, and is a daughter. She grew up to be nine years old alone, and she has received cold, ridiculed and supercilious glances from many people.

Someone secretly commented behind her back: Princess Showa can be astonishingly beautiful and bright as a princess, and the eighth princess is just like her humble mother, who has nothing but the temperament of a princess.

Fortunately, Yan Xi is easy to be satisfied. She heard that many people died of starvation outside the palace. She is glad that she has food and clothing in the palace. Occasionally, she can also eat meat along with the emperor's brother's big banquet. This kind of life can go on forever Not bad.

She really didn't even dare to think about a day like her sister Showa's.

Today's defeated palace was crowded with people inside and out. More than a dozen nuns and maids dressed Yan Xi, their lips were bright red, their face was fair, the shadows at the end of their eyes were light purple, and the rouge Very heavy, like a marionette in front of a statue.

"Princess Eight, this is a blessing from heaven, so please don't make any mistakes when the time comes." The old nanny babbled while combing Yan Xi's bun, and the movements of her hands made Yan Xi's scalp very painful.

But she didn't dare to say it, she just asked, "Mommy, what did Brother Huang want me to do?"

"Speak carefully!" Mammy's face tightened, "I have to call Your Majesty, lest anyone listen to it and lose my life."

Yan Xi immediately shivered and dared not speak.

This shrunken appearance made everyone feel disgusted, and the princess is not as good as the big palace lady next to the concubine.

But no one showed this dislike, the mother only said: "You don't need to do anything, you are the princess chosen by the Jade Emperor, and when the time comes, stand on top, and our servants will take care of things for you. "

The princess chosen by the Jade Emperor... Yan Xi felt an inexplicable joy in her heart, revealing two shallow dimples.

Mammy finally combed her bun: "Okay, go report to His Majesty, the saint will be here soon."

A little eunuch ran out quickly.

Yan Xi was surrounded by everyone, there were 16 people in a big fan, and there were countless court ladies and eunuchs. Every time she took a step, the eunuch next to her screamed, "The saint is here!"

This is an honor that Yan Xi has never received since she was born.She felt that the Jade Emperor really liked her and bestowed such great favor on her after nine years.

Just like that, he was carried all the way to the sacrificial platform, which was very high, with a full sixteen steps.It was only after the sedan chair landed that Yan Xi saw the crowd of ants-like people under the sacrificial altar, each of them swarming underneath.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on her.

Yan Xi suddenly panicked for no reason, and subconsciously wanted to retreat into the sedan chair, but before she could turn around, she was pulled by the guards who carried the sedan chair and forced to take her out: "Princess, you must not look back when you are on the sacrificial altar."

After speaking, the sedan chair quickly got off the stage, leaving only the luxuriously dressed Yan Xi and a row of tall soldiers.

Yan Xi wore a jade crown on her head, and looked stiffly at the emperor on the high platform—there were many people standing there, all of them looking at her indifferently; and looking at the common people below, there were too many people to see clearly, but they were fiery His eyes frightened her.

"The auspicious time has come!" The ear-piercing voice sounded suddenly.

The soldiers surrounded Yan Xi, tied her expressionlessly to the pillars of the sacrificial altar, and then mercilessly took off her fine attire—only the snow-white inner garment remained.

Yan Xi yelled, with tears in her eyes: "What are you guys doing?"

A bearded Taoist came onto the stage, followed by a boy with a tray.The Taoist held a dagger in his left hand, and wiped away the tears from Yan Xi's face with his right hand without saying anything: "Saint priestesses cannot cry, this is a great honor, and they can only laugh."

Yan Xi desperately shook her head: "What sacrifice, I don't know about sacrifice, I don't want to sacrifice."

Seeing that Yan Xi couldn't laugh anymore, the Taoist could only pass this step, and with a sound of the dagger, he raised the knife and dropped it—a piece of meat had already fallen to the ground.

Yan Xi burst into tears: "Ah! It hurts!"

The Taoist frowned this time: "Don't cry."

A soldier came forward to force-feed Yan Xi a pill—the girl had a burning throat and couldn't speak at all.

The meat fell on the kid's tray so that everyone below could see it, causing an uproar in the audience.

To thank the Yan family for his crime, to pray for the great blessing of the world.

"May the world be safe!" The Taoist waved his arms, and the wind blew his robes, which seemed to be a bit of a fairy.

The people below knelt down in unison: "May the world be safe!"

The Taoist returned with another blow.

It hurts, am I not the princess chosen by the Jade Emperor?Yan Xi burst into tears unknowingly, she opened her mouth wide involuntarily in pain, saliva flowed out from the corner of her mouth, mixed with tears, she couldn't tell the difference for a while.

In fact, no one cared about this. After all, the sacrificial altar was too high and Yan Xi was only nine years old and short in stature. The common people below could only see a vague figure, so it didn't matter.

Why cut my flesh, why why?It hurts.I want to go back to the palace, I want to go home... I don't want to be a princess anymore, and I don't want a dress, I just want to live...

This Taoist priest is not a special executioner of the Ministry of Punishments, and his strikes are not serious. After two or three stabs, the bones are seen, and the blood is scattered everywhere, and the soldiers can't wipe it off--and looking at Yan Xi, he looks like he is about to die look like.

The girl's eyes were wide open but her eyes were empty, her head drooped, her hair bun covering most of her pale face, like a porcelain doll who had lost her mind.

A quarter of an hour later, on the high platform.

Cao Yi bowed and came to Yanju's side: "Your Majesty, King Jing has arrived."

Yanju stared at the sacrificial platform indifferently. This sacrifice was originally prepared for Yanji, so he chose the punishment of Ling Chi, but it was a pity that Yanji ran so fast that he didn't catch the handle.

The effect of changing to Yanxi is also good, it seems that the people below are convinced, and I believe that the news of the royal family's sacrifice to save the world will spread throughout the capital, and this matter will calm down.

Thinking of this, Yan Ju gave a faint "hmm": "Take people there, my house is kind and let them talk about the past for now."

deep inside the palace.

Yan Ke had already drank the third cup of tea, and the action of putting down the teacup was obviously much heavier than before.

The court lady tremblingly came up to exchange tea, but was blocked by Yan Ke.The man's face was very ugly, and it would be uncomfortable for anyone to be left here, especially if he didn't want to interfere in these matters at all.

Yan Ke suddenly got up and walked out.

All the court ladies knelt down in unison: "Your Highness redeems."

Yan Ke's face was livid, and his brows were so frowned that he could sacrifice to a mosquito: "What are you doing?"

All the court ladies looked at each other, and finally one of them boldly stood up and whispered: "Your Majesty said, if you leave, it's just that we are not good at serving you, and you will take us all to be chopped into meat and fed to the dogs."

"Please forgive me, Your Highness, wait a little longer!"

Yan Ke clenched his hands tightly, and before he could make another move, the door suddenly opened and light came in.

It was Yanju, but it wasn't just Yanju. There were a group of court ladies and Cao Yi behind him, and there was someone standing beside him.

Yan Ke's heart suddenly lifted, his eyes could no longer accommodate other people, and he stared blankly at that person—he was dressed plainly, slim but tall, and he was someone he had been thinking about for a long time.

Pushed by the guard behind him, the man staggered and took two steps forward.

Yan Ke reached out to help almost subconsciously, but the distance between the two people was actually quite far. Fortunately, the person stood firm by himself and did not fall.

The door was slowly closed, and Yan Ju sat in a high position: "It's the first time in so many years that I know that Liu Huangdi is still a lover."

The person who was brought in was obviously Liu Que. His injured leg was aching from the one-month long journey, but even so, he could only stand quietly by the side, his long hair falling down to cover his thin cheeks.

Yan Ke ignored Yan Ju, who kept staring at Liu Qun.

Unknowingly, nearly a year has passed since the day of the wedding.A year didn't seem to have left many marks on his face, but his complexion was much better than when he was in the palace.

Liu Que barely stood still, looked at Yan Ke several times, his hands trembled involuntarily, and even his shoulders trembled slightly.

Liu Que really wanted to comfort herself not to be afraid, this place was no longer the King Jing's Mansion three years ago, and he was no longer that lowly concubine who was in the dust.But it was useless, seeing this man's face was like seeing a cat, fear was deeply engraved in his bones, making him back involuntarily.

There is a chair behind the chair, and the wall behind the chair. The whole room is full of people from the Yan family, and there is nowhere for him to escape.

After a long time, Liu Qun said in a trembling voice, "You said that you will never see you."

Yan Ke blurted out almost subconsciously: "I didn't say, I..."

He suddenly realized that Liu Que was not voluntary.The man turned his head suddenly, his gaze was like a falcon owl: "It's you!"

Yan Ju's originally smiling face suddenly turned cold: "Presumptuous! I am the Son of Heaven, how can I allow you to make mistakes!"

"Come here, take him away." Cao Yi said in a timely manner.

This he was referring to Liu Quin. A dozen guards rushed in from the door and surrounded Liu Quin. The next moment, the man was knocked out on the spot and carried on his shoulders. There is a huge wound.

Yan Ke couldn't stop it like a trapped beast, his eyes were involuntarily bloody: "What do you want?"

The author says:

There is one more tonight (bow)