Qinglian Snow Heavy

The more he felt that the surrounding scene was completely different from what he had seen that time, the crowd around was withered and desolate, and the Emperor Yin had lost his bright brilliance in the past.Qinglian didn't know where the people she was following were going. The more she walked along the city wall, the soldiers were carrying stones at the foot of the tall and majestic city wall. In front of the city wall was a canopy built with thatch. Sheltering displaced victims.

Seeing the scene in front of her clearly, Qinglian gradually discerned that besides the sound of rain, there were also the cries of children, the sighs of the elderly, the complaints of women, and the curses of men. It turned out that this was what brother Jingyu said disaster.Seeing these Qinglians looked up at the sky, the rain was falling finely, as if they were crying endlessly, and these tears belonged to Yan Lan, Qinglian believed so in her heart.Suffering such suffering and injustice, even if he gave his life to save this land, he was still cursed by the people he saved, and he was stigmatized as a disaster for the country.Qinglian was not worthy of Yan Lan, but also deeply felt the manifest justice, and finally sent a natural disaster to punish Yin Country, a land occupied by ruthless rulers.

The road became wider and wider, and the dirty muddy road under the feet became a bluestone royal road. Two rows of tall pines and cypresses were planted beside the wide road. Although it was soaked in the rain, it did not change its greenness and straightness at all.The scene in front of her was very familiar, after walking for a while, Qinglian remembered that this was the royal road leading to the Yuanfang Altar of the Jizong Temple in Yinguo, and Qinglian had walked here when she was offering sacrifices to heaven.

Qinglian wondered why so many people went to the altar, because there were guards there on weekdays, and ordinary people could not go there casually.Ahead was the entrance of the Forest Garden of the Yuanfangtan, which was blocked by guards as usual, but more and more people gathered on both sides of the road, as if they were expecting something.Anyway, there was nowhere to go for a while, so Qinglian was mingling with the crowd at this moment, wanting to see what kind of behavior the crowd would do when they gathered here, and whether the dim-witted ancestors of the Yin Kingdom still had the face to show their spirits.

Songtao and the sound of rain intertwined into a rhyme, but the Baixin who gathered in front of the National Saji Temple had a solemn and pious face, no longer noisy and noisy, and the autumn and hatred took away the warmth from Qinglian's heart.Qinglian's eyes fell on the distant Yuanfangtan forest garden, as if she wanted to penetrate through the dark and old carved gate of the ancestral temple, to scold the gods of the Qi family suzerain of the Yin country, what vicious, ruthless descendants you have!

Qinglian's persistent resentment was broken by a brief commotion. For some reason, Qinglian saw the people around her suddenly kneel down regardless of the rain on the ground, and shouts of "Long live the emperor" and "God bless Dayin" filled her ears. Wave after wave, like a volcano erupting through the ice, the crowd who had been silent just now erupted into hoarse shouts at the same time, as if this could wake up the heavens and gods who hadn't opened their eyes yet.

Long live the emperor?Could it be that Jiarui is here?Qinglian's heart tightened, why couldn't she escape or hide from the person she least wanted to see?I don't want to see it, but now Qinglian is looking around at the piously prostrate crowd, and standing among them seems very abrupt.But if Qinglian is to kneel in front of Jiarui, Qinglian can no longer do it at this moment, because what lies between her knees is not only her own dignity, but also the dignity of a nation. At the executioner's feet.

Qinglian looked up, but the emperor's dragon chariot guards could not be seen in the distance, so she walked a few steps with difficulty among the crowd around her, hiding behind a green pine beside the road.Qinglian stood relatively close to the entrance of the forest garden, so it took a while before the emperor and his party passed by.

A line of guards, Tong Jingyu walked in the front, Qinglian couldn't help calling out, but her voice was drowned in the shouts of worship like a tide, when she saw that Jiarui was guarding Tong Jingyu carefully, Qinglian almost groaned The body outside Pine Shadow suddenly shrank back.

The same people who love each other very much in their hearts, even though it was just a slight sound, Jia Rui and Tong Jingyu both felt it. Their eyes met in one place after searching to no avail, and they were in perfect agreement. "Don't worry, Qinglian has ordered my confidant to send back to Tong's Mansion today." Jiarui said this in a hurry to appease the restless Tong Jingyu, hoping that this can be regarded as making up for it. After all, Tong Jingyu couldn't be present for Tong Siming's funeral today. .

Qinglian leaned back against the tree trunk, closed her eyes, now he didn't want to see anything, didn't want to hear anything, at this moment a commoner stood up suddenly and rushed towards the emperor.The old man was held up by the accompanying guards before he got close, thinking he was an assassin, and was about to drag him outside.Unexpectedly, at this time, the man tore his throat and cried out heart-piercingly:

"Your Majesty the Emperor, please punish the evildoer who caused harm to the country. Twenty years ago, the demon deceived the late emperor and killed my two sons and daughters. Now my wife and elder sister are about to die of typhoid fever again! Instead of praying for the blessings of the gods and ancestors here, It’s better to kill the evildoer directly, the heavens will see it and take back the disaster! Your Majesty, please open your eyes and don’t be fooled anymore!”

Because Jiarui waved his hand to stop the guards who were about to commit violence, the old man was able to stand up straight and finish his rebellious words in front of the emperor.But as soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar. After all, the old man was speaking the aspirations of the people. Due to the continuous autumn rain, although it was not like a major epidemic in summer, sporadic typhoid fever in the capital had already begun to spread.A single stone stirred up a thousand waves, and many people were infected by the old man's words. They all stood up or knelt down and rushed to Jia Rui, begging their monarch to kill the demon for the sake of the country.Soon Jia Rui was surrounded by the crowd, and a group of guards were powerless to stop this situation.

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For a while, the shouts and pleas for life around him surged like a tide, but Qinglian, who was paying close attention to Jiarui, knew that the emperor was still silent for a while.Qinglian sneered in her heart, everything is fake, Jia Rui, you are very clear about what happened back then, do you dare to show Yan Lan's innocence in front of the whole world?Willing to clear my name?If you really love me, then why are you hesitating.

The longer she waited, the colder Qinglian's heart became. As expected, Jiarui didn't dare to tell the truth, and used Yan Lan and herself as scapegoats for natural disasters and man-made disasters.evildoer?Now Qinglian was furious, why didn't the heavens destroy this person and his hateful country together? Yan Lan paid so much for this land, and what she got was only infamy, nothing more, it was so unworthy.

"Be quiet, everyone, please listen to me!" A familiar voice sounded, even if it was not loud, but the majestic and imperial aura in it was enough to silence the surrounding crowd.Her voice was a little hoarse, as deep as the pines, and Qinglian's heart sank. She had to admit that Qinglian's mood was being restrained by Jiarui at this moment. Subconsciously, Qinglian was looking forward to Jiarui's answer, hoping that he could speak in front of her. In front of the people of the world, Yan Lan and herself were innocent, so Qinglian held her breath and waited for Jiarui's reply to the people of the world.

But it's a pity that Jiarui didn't, so Qinglian was very sad and cold, and the slightly rippling temperature brought by the goodbye suddenly receded.Jiarui's persuasion is in my ear: "I'm sorry everyone, I have caused the country to suffer disasters and the people have suffered. I will give the world an account of what happened 20 years ago and now. Now that the disaster is at this moment, I just want to use my sincerity to act like the gods of heaven and earth. Make atonement with the ancestors and ancestors, and hope that God can take back this disaster and return Dayin to a peaceful and prosperous age. In the face of the national crisis, everyone will never leave. I am grateful to you. Now I need you, Dayin needs you, and the world needs you. May we Unite as one, move God, and work through this catastrophe together.”

Jiarui's words were impassioned and impassioned, which caused the atmosphere of the people to surge like a tide. These days, the emperor bowed himself to pray to the sky and worship the gods every day, and the people saw what he had done.The eyes of the crowd looking at the emperor from a distance are like looking up to a god, and the blue and purple bruises on Jiarui's forehead are the cornerstone of their trust. Aroused the trust and support of the people.

It's not that Jia Rui doesn't want to argue for Qinglian and Yan Lan, but when the people are surrounded by people, emotionally excited and there are not enough people around, Jia Rui dare not rashly bring up sensitive topics.Once the words are out of the mouth, it will be hard to get back. Jiarui dare not bet on the reaction of the people. If the situation is out of control and the Ouchi guards and the victims of the disaster are forced to fight, the matter will really be irreversible. Change cannot be contained.Therefore, Jia Rui can only temporarily take a gentle approach to appease the people for planning.

Besides, Jiarui has already made a decision in his heart, to return the reputation of Yan Lan, Qinglian and Yueguo, and stop imposing the mistakes of Emperor Ziye on others. Now such a scene is not enough, what Jiarui needs is to be more dignified opportunities, and this involves the issue of diplomatic relations between the two countries, so we need to be more cautious.However, how could Qinglian know the worries and thoughts in Jia's chest. Now in Qinglian's eyes, these are naked excuses and escapes. The cowardly Jiarui can't face the world and keeps all the deceptions to herself.

Qinglian turned around and poked her face out from behind the tree trunk, wanting to see the ugly face of Jiarui who was one way before and another after another.Although separated by many crowds, Qinglian saw Jiarui at a glance, but what she saw was a haggard look and a pale face with a wound on her forehead, which was completely at odds with the domineering person she thought in her heart.

Qinglian was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why Jiarui would be so emaciated in a few days, and then he thought about it again, and he snorted coldly in his heart, thinking that Jiarui must have spent his mind on calculations these days.And how does Qinglian know that Jiarui has long been in love and hate for the peace of the country and her own love and hatred these few days?