The two magistrates walked into the machine shaft secret room on the second floor of the casting hall together. Various components and materials were scattered all over the ground. Gao Tong closed the door and walked to the bottom with the Iron Vice President to sit opposite the table.
"Brother Gao got the military talisman?"
Gao Shijie directly put the military talisman on the table, "The situation is not good, we need to delay it for a while."
Tietou took the military talisman on the table and weighed it, "This talisman seems to be a little wrong."
"What's wrong?" Gao Shijie was startled.
Tietou then put the box-shaped military talisman on his ear, took his fingernail and gently flicked it, and then focused his attention to distinguish the tone.
"It's really wrong." As he said that, he turned the talisman over and pried open the bottom groove. Sure enough, there was no touching spirit pivot, but a stack of regular paper.
The two generals looked at each other in amazement. After a moment, Tietou pulled out the paper from the groove with fear and unfolded it, and it turned out to be a sealed letter.
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His Royal Highness Zhuyue's prince has been sick for many days. Today, he is bored and lying beside the window, covered with curly hair, his eyebrows and eyes are tired, and his skin seems to be paler than before. With the snow light, his whole face is finally flawless and lifeless.
The blood circle plated on the inner ring of the pupil became more and more intense, and the color gradually stained the entire pupil, making this "dead face" even more sinister.
He stared blankly at the direction of Wutong Palace. The snow fell on his skin and cheeks were insoluble, and there were many broken ices in his hair. He played with a few pieces of broken porcelain in his palm, picked the sharpest piece, pressed against the tiger's mouth, and when the blood-drop was poked, he slowly pulled it to his palm. The process was slow and meticulous. The blood-soaked pupil looked at the blood, but it raised a little color for no reason.
The blood was cold, but bright red as if it was falling into the snow. A beautiful plum blossom suddenly bloomed, but in a blink of an eye it was covered by a few goose feather-like snowflakes, and then a new plum blossom was covered - like blood dripping out the pattern.
It took nearly half a stick of incense to finally pull the bloody mouth through his palm, and then raised his palm with great interest, carrying the bright light outside the window, and watching the blood drooping.
A drop of ice blood fell on his pale cheeks, and his skin color and blood spots were burning, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
He held the porcelain piece again, squeezed it for a while, and then stretched out the palm of his hand, but the blood was still there, but there was no wound.
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The ritual ground on Jiuding Mountain was set up half a month ago, and the ceremony will be held in three days. Today, the people from the Ministry of Rites will come to conduct their final inspection. After all, it is the largest sacrificial ceremony in the year and cannot be careless.
The grave of the "Marson" is just across the hill, and is adjacent to it.
Gui Yi was alone by the edge of the empty tomb. He occasionally looked over there and felt strange, but he couldn't see the reason.
Now the entire imperial capital is almost shrouded in a cloud of fog, with heavy snow rising and falling, clouds tangled in the sky, layered and tangled, as if even the sky was stirring up the turbidity, and the sky and the earth were so dark that it was so dark. Even Jiuding Mountain, which is the "sacred mountain", was covered with strange fog, like a dormant giant beast, eyeing it covetously.
The ghost's fingers were entangled with a net made of spiritual silk, which was intricate and clueless. There was no clue everywhere, but there was no way to tell anything.
"Dongdongdongdongdong" suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Gui Yi was shocked.
What I fear most when Schrossing's technique is interference.
Gui Yi almost jumped up in shock. His spiritual power began to appear chaotic, but he was returned safely without even having time to ripple. Just at this moment, the door of the house was pushed open lightly, and what came in was a clear and thin white shadow.
"Husband...Madam?" Gui Ye was stunned.
He had never seen this lady for a few times, but he could see at a glance that the unpredictable spiritual aggregate hidden in her body, as secluded as abyss.
Observing spiritual power is Gui Yi's talent. As long as it is related to "spirit", no matter how deep it is, he can figure it out at a glance, whether it is deep or shallow, whether it is strong or weak, and the attributes of Yin and Yang are basically blinking a few times - poor sound, but he hasn't figured out it out for a long time.
"I'm disturbing." Lianyin closed the door, walked to the boy and sat down, glanced at the spirit net in his hand, and said, "I'll help you guard the formation, you can explore the spirit with peace of mind."
"Oh..." Gui Yi took his eyes away, and the more he thought about it, the more shocked he became.
A situation similar to her was only encountered by Gui Yi in the past.
People who have been wandering on the edge of life and death for many years are not afraid of strength and weakness. The only thing they fear is the unknown situation. This situation is difficult for people who are familiar with it. What's more, Gui Yi and Lian Yin have rarely met each other, and their friendship is not much deeper than that of not knowing each other.
What's more, Lianyin was once a member of the Immortal Sect...
"How could Mrs. be here?"
Lianyin glanced at him. She was very gentle and had no inexplicable murderous intention, but she just felt uncomfortable when she saw Gui Yi.
The spirits in the world are absolutely pure, but they have a gentle side, a hidden side, and vice versa. In addition, Gui Yi is born with a sensitive and suspicious personality. In his eyes, even his gentle temperament as gentle as Yi Chenzhui cannot avoid the suspicion of hiding needles in the cotton, let alone this "madam" who has always been in vague.
Lianyin swept out the suspicion and alertness in his heart, then turned his eyes and said Qianran: "I'm here to assist the marshal, that's all."
This is even more suspicious to Gui Yi.
However, since she is the beautiful lady of the Marshal Jinwu, Gui Yi, as a disciple and subordinate, has no right to doubt too much. The Marshal should consider the matter in the backyard by himself.
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By noon, almost half of the work was completed in the inspection of the sacrificial hall, and the remaining work was almost done in less than three or two hours.
The two supervisors of the Ministry of Rites waved their hands and asked everyone to rest for a while and then continue working after noon.
Fang sat down and didn't even warm his butt. The two supervisors saw Lord Shangshu's carriage coming to this end, and hurriedly met him.
"We are staring here, why should you go there in person?" The minister who works here got off the bus with a slightly rounded appearance.
The Minister of Rites stepped on the ground with a turbulent spirit. With a loud "hum", he crawled his hands behind his back, and went straight to the sacrificial ground without answering anything.
The two supervisors were confused and creepy. This adult was also an old man promoted by the late emperor and had always been strict with etiquette and law. Even the late emperor had been repeatedly attacked by this person. Looking at the court and the country, who dared to be angry with him?
This adult is born with a violent temper and has a strong temper in his bones. If he can't stand it and violates etiquette, he will never do anything even if he resigns from office on strike. How could he work with such anger?
Therefore, these two men and their long-time subordinates looked at each other and immediately realized that they were probably "forced to be prostitutes".
"Sir!" The two of them hurriedly chased after him.
The Minister of Rites glanced at them without any lust, and was wearing a slight evil fire lawsuit. His round body became a walking fire/medicine barrel.
"Is there anything wrong today?"
"Shunxin? He simply gave me a white silk to hang me!"
It's really anger.
In fact, although Lord Shangshu was strict with etiquette and law in the court, he really couldn't take care of so much when he scolded others.
As soon as the two of them thought about it, they immediately guessed that the "he" they were talking about was probably the emperor who had been fascinated by the King of Northern Yan recently.
But it is not easy to remind him that the old man should not talk nonsense. After all, this adult was able to even criticize the late emperor in the past. He probably didn't take it seriously if he was a little boy who couldn't even show his political achievements.
But why did you compromise again?
"Your Majesty issued an order to grant the military talisman to the King of Northern Yan on the day of the ceremony."
"Ha?!" The two of them exploded into two stone statues with ferocious facial features.
"This, this, this, this, it's too unethical, right?"
The autumn master is solemn and killing, so the conviction is always carried out in autumn. When winter comes, it is advisable to be executed to punish criminals. However, it is not advisable to conquer and attack the country. How can we grant military power in this way?
Moreover, the year-end festival at the end of winter is a blessing for praying for the coming year. When offering sacrifices to Houtu, all things are hidden, and even sacrifices should not be killed and blood should be taken. Young livestock should be kept in Houtu Temple to show Houtu’s kindness.
Granting military talismans on such a ritual? Is the emperor crazy?
This time, not only Lord Shangshu, but also these two ministers who have always been in charge of fire and breathing are angry.
"There is no war in the distance, so there is no rush to grant military power at this moment, right?"
"Hmph!" A white vapor burst out from the nasal cavity of Lord Shangshu, and with a face of the King of Hell, the murderous aura suddenly increased. "The imperial edict has been issued, why are you still standing there? Arrange it!"
But the two of them didn't move immediately, looked at each other again, and then asked carefully: "Is this really done?"
This question made Shangshu's arrogance suddenly faded, and he became depressed in an instant.
If this kind of thing was put in the past, he would probably have been exempted from resignation in court. No matter who he likes to do this crazy thing, he would not be able to occupy the position of "Secretary of Rites" to do this unfair thing.
But miraculously, he was silently ordered today.
But I also saw clearly at the moment of silence that the fall of the marshal did not mean that the fall of the court, but it meant that the order ethics that truly inherited from the late emperor collapsed, just because His Majesty today had no ability to grasp the true "official order".
What's even more lamentable is that their generation of old ministers have also gone downhill one by one. First, the Prime Minister's health has deteriorated, and then, the old people promoted by the Prime Minister and the late emperor gradually lost the pillar of maintaining integrity, and the old bones have to go with the flow.
Even Situ Cheng, who was openly opposed to the emperor's order to grant military talismans in the court today, ended up in an isolated situation. It was not that everyone knew that the absurdity was absurd, but that he was just discouraged. Now, His Majesty is either sitting in court every day to watch the water and fire, or issuing some absurd and uncontrollable imperial edicts. In this way, it would be better to stop the court directly.
Lord Shangshu was completely extinguished by the wind and snow. He pondered for a long time and felt a lot of complaints in his stomach, but he finally sighed.
Chapter completed!