There is a seam between the fingers

When everything started, it was raining heavily, Jing Xuan was standing under the eaves of the palace, the rain dripped from his fingers onto the ground.

"It's raining again……"

He stared blankly at the sky, when will this catastrophe end...

In the north of Xianxi Kingdom, floods were raging. The Xianxi River broke its embankment and destroyed tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land, and the people were displaced.Cannibalism has been repeatedly banned...

"Your Highness, Mrs. Yan, she..."

A little eunuch came to report in a hurry, and Jing Xuan's eyes became moist when he heard his words, and he sighed deeply. When this day really came, he was at a loss...

"When..." Jing Xuan asked.

The little eunuch knelt down on the ground: "When the maid of the Royal Garden found Mrs. Su in the Ditang Huamu Pavilion, she was already out of breath. She passed away last night..."

He was trembling all over, grieving everywhere, his pores constricted and his breathing became constricted while sweating. Will his mother never forget Ditanghua until she dies?

"Does the king know about this matter? Did he say how to deal with it?" Jing Xuan asked hastily. At this time, it was impossible for the Xianxi Kingdom to bury his common people's mother generously.

The little eunuch faltered and got up: "The king's decision is all up to the queen, and the queen has sent someone to wrap it in a straw mat and prepare to send it back to Ditang Mountain for burial..."

"What..." Jing Xuan couldn't help staggering back, he knelt down with his eyes wide open...

"Your Highness, it is Madam Sui's idea to be buried in Ditang Mountain..." The little eunuch panicked even more when he saw his reaction.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and he breathed quickly: "Where is the king now, take me to find him!"

The little eunuch immediately cried and kowtowed in horror: "Your Highness, don't embarrass me. The king is doing divination in the Taimiao, and the priest wants to sacrifice to the heavens to pray for rain for the south. Interrupting at this time is courting death!"

Jing Xuan's face was full of stubbornness, he gritted his teeth and headed towards the Taimiao, he only asked his father to give his mother a coffin to be buried in the ground for peace.

Mount Ditang got its name because of the flowers of Ditang that bloomed all over the mountains and plains, and Mrs. Li is a world-famous beauty.She became his concubine for love, and she was willing to be imprisoned in Mount Ditang.He will never forget his mother's dancing posture when the ditang flowers bloomed, she danced lightly among the falling yellow and white petals, and the fate waiting for her was to die in the palace...

He lived with his mother since he was a child, and when he was six years old, he was brought into the palace and became the youngest and most powerless prince. No one would look up to a common man's child...

When he came to the Taimiao, the sound of conch chanting had gradually stopped.Kneeling at the front of the crowd is the king, and behind him are the three brothers...

The priest walked out of the Taimiao, his voice was like the wind blowing from ancient times...

"Divination shows that only the main god of Penglai offering sacrifices to the king's heirs can quell natural and man-made disasters..."

Hearing the priest's voice, everyone looked at the king in front of him in shock, and the king looked at the priest wearily: "Is that true?"

The priest hesitated to speak, but the tortoise shell in his hand suddenly broke and shattered, and the cracking sound resounded everywhere...

"It's God's will."

Wang got up and looked at the three sons beside him. He frowned and thought deeply, even he couldn't make a choice...

"Let the elder brother go, the eldest son has a heavy responsibility in Jiangshan Sheji, as it should be." The third prince shouted hastily.

"Father, as the eldest son, my son will inherit the throne. Although he wants to die, he really can't let go of the country and the country."

After hearing what the elder son said, Wang turned his attention to the second son.

The second child suddenly panicked: "Father has many heirs, far more than the three of us, there are fourth, fifth, and sixth brothers..."

"Let me go." Without the slightest hesitation, Jing Xuan stood up.

In the eyes of everyone, he walked towards the Taimiao, the wind blew his robe and hair, his face was full of sadness...

Wang severely reprimanded: "The widow is discussing matters with your elder brothers, don't mess around, and go back to your Weiyang Palace if you don't!"

"I am willing to sacrifice to the main god of Penglai as a sacrifice to quell this catastrophe." Jing Xuan knelt down in front of him.

Wang showed a painful expression. The person he loved the most had just passed away. How could he order her child to die...

"Nonsense!" He pointed at the third prince fiercely, "Third son, make a sacrifice and send it to the East China Sea tomorrow!"

The third prince trembled with fright, frantically faltering: "Father..."

"Let me go, bury my mother well, this is my last request." At this time, Jing Xuan had lost the idea of ​​life, and it must be so when nothing is more sad than death.

Wang's eyes widened, and his gaze became deep. Does he really want to die like that?

He thought of the flower petals all over Ditang Mountain. He came to bring Jingxuan back to the palace. At that time, with tears all over his face, he touched the corner of his clothes and begged: "If one day Xuaner wants to leave, let him go... ..."

He never thought that his favorite youngest son would leave because of such a thing...

He sighed deeply: "Have you really decided?"

"As long as the father and the king will bury the mother with dignity." Jing Xuan said seriously.

"Okay..." The king agreed, he was willing to let him participate in the Hundred Days Ceremony, and sent him out of the palace under the pretext of never coming back...

At this time, the priest was surprised to find that the king seemed to grow old in an instant, and his back was gradually bent...

"Your Highness, since it has been decided, follow me to recite the prayer for rain, and tomorrow I will go to the East China Sea to sacrifice." The priest said.

Everyone left, and the priests in the Taimiao began to bathe and change clothes for Jingxuan, and he was asked to recite the prayer for rain along with him.Pray to God and ancestors, and finally sit in the Taimiao with prayers written all over his body.

In the early morning of the next day, the sacrificial cattle and sheep were lifted by the wooden frame together with Jingxuan, and they set off for the East China Sea amidst the sound of playing music...

Jing Xuan looked at the Taimiao and the royal palace that were getting farther and farther away, and at the appearance of his father at least moving forward. He wore a flower bouquet that was only available for sacrifices on his head, and his eyes were dull...

When the priests left the royal city in a mighty way, he saw the shrubs in another group heading towards Mount Ditang, but it was a pity that he couldn't participate in his mother's Hundred Days Ceremony...

Along the way, he saw piles of dead bodies piled up on the side of the wet road, and saw dying people looking at the huge procession...

"I heard that the king wants to sacrifice the prince to quell the natural disaster..."

"Hey, human life is worthless in this world."

"The village next door is dead. I'll try my luck later to see if I can find some food."

"You can't go, they got the plague..."

"I don't know if the sacrifice will be effective, God's will tricks people..."

Amidst the discussions among the crowd, the team kept moving forward...

Jing Xuan stared blankly at the children standing on the side of the road. Most of them were skinny and barely clothed, and they were no better than himself...

The road was bumpy, and after about two days, the sacrificial procession arrived at the East China Sea.During the cumbersome ceremony, Jing Xuan was shackled by iron chains, and he was put on the boat with the cattle and sheep. He had not eaten for three days and was already groggy. When he barely woke up, he was placed on a huge rock by the priest. .

The priest offered sacrifices to the sky and the sea according to the ritual, and the cattle and sheep were pushed into the sea by him on the raft...

"Your Highness, you continue to recite prayers here. Only after the high tide submerges you can the Lord God of Penglai hear the piety of your soul." Finally told him, he left in a wooden boat...

The waves were raging, and Jing Xuan was locked on the rock alone...