Lian Yanqiu was guarding Yuan Luo's side, staring at the flames in the disc with extreme surprise.

These days, he repeatedly checked the utensils on the altar and found no doubt. After Yuan Luo heard about it, he went to the altar in person and walked around the newly decorated altar.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites flattered, thinking it was just a whim of the imperial concubine.

Yuan Luo checked repeatedly, recalling the description in the book.

In order to welcome the sacrifice at the end of the year, the decoration of the Temple of Heaven was renewed. The ground was painted with silver paint and the surrounding utensils were also extremely complicated.

When Sikongyan was making sacrifices, suddenly thunder and strange noises came from a distance. When the officials were shocked, they saw a burst of light in the center of the altar where the emperor was, and it was astonishing.

Then came several screams. The guards rushed up and rescued Sikoyan from the fire group. The others were not so lucky. They were dead and injured.

After that, there were rumors in the capital, and the power of the East Sea King rose sharply. It was not until the East Sea King conspired that it was revealed that they were the one who set the game. But the book did not elaborate on how the bureau was set up.

From the description of the scene, Yuan Luo speculated that there was a fire-catching object in the center of the altar. Looking through them one by one, she couldn't find any clues, and finally she locked her suspicious eyes on the ground.

The silver powder smeared on the altar floor was secretly scraped back. A little experiment, sure enough, confirmed the guess.

Look at the appearance of the burning, it should be mixed with chemical substances such as magnesium powder. Once it encounters a fire, it will burn in an emergency, it will form a bright flame.

Although there is no complete chemical system in this era, because of the development of alchemy and other processes, the properties of many chemicals are mastered by craftsmen. The King of East China Sea was able to think of using this method, and it was a fantastic idea.

People of this era have a high respect for the sky thunder, and the emperor was struck by thunder when he sacrificed to the sky, so people must be panicked.

Not to mention, after that, the King of East China Sea spread rumors in the capital, accusing Sikonglin of being unacceptable in inheriting the throne, and even questioning his blood.

Now that Yuan Luo knew about this, it was of course impossible for him to conspiracy to succeed.

***

Finally came the day of worship ceremony.

The weather was dyingly cold. As soon as Yuan Luo walked out of the hall in a cloak of white fox fur, she felt that the biting north wind had penetrated her clothes.

When we arrived at the square in front of Qianyuan Palace, a carriage and a ride were ready.

The first one is the emperor's imperial court, the back is the queen's, and after that is the frame of Yuan Luo's imperial concubine. In this kind of large-scale celebration, the ancestor's etiquette is set, and it is impossible for her to go past Queen Wei.

Empress Wei came a moment earlier than her, wearing a red palace dress with golden mink velvet trim, her face flushed with cold. Seeing Yuan Luo coming over, he gave a blank look and brought the court lady into the frame.

Yuan Luo walked to her frame and paused. One of the six guards standing in front of the car was very familiar.

She hadn't seen Gu Yi for several days, and since she solemnly warned Lian Yanqiu not to be black hands, she arranged for Tian Pan to carefully choose medicinal materials. A few days later, Tian Pan came to report Gu Yi's recovery from his injury.

Considering Donghaiwang's slander, she consciously kept a distance from Gu Yi.

Because she said that Gu Yi had been used as a guard at the Qianqing Palace meeting before, she ordered Lian Yanqiu to follow this statement. Unexpectedly, Lian Yanqiu was so "considerate and considerate" and arranged the person in the guard team.

In trance. Gu Yi suddenly stepped forward, facing Yuan Luo in front of the car door, and fell on one knee.

Yuan Luo was stunned before realizing that she wanted to step on his back into the carriage. The carriage to the Temple of Heaven is a large carriage drawn by eight horses. It is different from ordinary vehicles and has a high chassis.

How about stepping on the hero?

But this situation, if replaced, will be even more noticeable.

Yuan Luo gritted her teeth and stepped forward on Gu Yi's shoulder.

The muscles under his feet are as solid as the frozen ground, and at the same time, the force of lifting is slightly transmitted.

Not knowing whether it was a guilty conscience or nervousness, Yuan Luo suddenly slipped on the soles of her feet, and her whole body lost balance.

The palace man next to him whispered, seeing Yuan Luo about to fall into the car.

Gu Yi didn't want to care about it, but one of the feet kicked in front of him by accident. He can only raise his hand to hold the foot and send it upward.

With support under her feet, Yuan Luo barely stabilized her figure and got into the carriage in a decent posture. At the same time, feeling the warmth of the soles of the feet, I realized that the embroidered shoes on my feet were kicked off all of a sudden. Now his feet are in Gu Yi's hands.

Gu Yi drove the person into the car and immediately let go of his hand like an electric shock.

Yuan Luo's eyes fell to the outside of the car, and the embroidered shoes with pearls were falling at Gu Yi's feet.

The boy's brows twitched. As the closest person, he could only pick up his shoes and hand them over.

Yuan Luo wanted to bend down, but as soon as she moved, she felt sore in her waist and seemed to be twisted.

Not seeing Yuan Luo reaching out for a long time, Gu Yi's expression was tense, and the hand holding the embroidered shoe tightened. What does this woman mean, do you want to dress her yourself?

Being in a stalemate, one hand stretched over and pulled out the embroidered shoes.

"Retreat." Lian Yanqiu commanded flatly, then leaned over and knelt in front of the car door, raised Yuan Luo's calf, and put on embroidered shoes for her.

"Madam, be careful." His tone was smiling.

Seeing that Gu Yi had already retreated to the back of the guards, Yuan Luo lowered her voice and said angrily: "Transfer him to another place, and don't let this palace see him for the time being."

Lian Yanqiu laughed softly: "I thought the empress was thinking about it."

What does this dead **** mean? Yuan Luo turned and glared at him.

Lian Yanqiu had already lowered the curtain and ordered the carriage to start.

***

Arrived at the Temple of Heaven.

auzw.com The side hall where the guards rested was busy. Everyone changed their armor and weapons to prepare special equipment for sacrifices.

In the corner, Gu Yi had already cleaned up, and went out and sat in front of the steps with a blank expression. My colleagues have long been accustomed to his appearance, and no one will bother.

Until Cai Yunheng walked in and saw Gu Yi's eyes lit up, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "How come the cold wind is blowing here? It's not too windy."

Gu Yi looked up and saw the narrow light floating in those big eyes, and immediately knew that he would not have any kind words next.

He was about to jump up and cover the boy's mouth, but he was a step late. Cai Yunheng smiled and asked: "To be honest, is the three-inch golden lotus of the imperial concubine as soft as in the legend."

The deliberately lowered voice couldn't hide a group of young guards with bright ears inside and outside the hall.

The blue veins on Gu Yi's forehead were violent, and he didn't need to look back to know that everyone in the whole hall had slowed down, and everyone pricked their ears silently. All of them are young men, so they are naturally very sensitive to such glamorous topics.

Gu Yi really wanted to punch the boy in front of him, but he also knew that there was a sacrifice in front of him, and there was no room for mistakes, let alone fights.

"The dog can't spit out ivory." Gu Yi turned around angrily.

"Cut, you can vomit ivory if you have the ability." Cai Yunheng followed him, speaking in a dauntless manner.

The two walked all the way out of the side hall. When they arrived in the woods, Cai Yunheng lowered his voice and said, "Really, I thought you would take the opportunity to assassinate."

"Am I that stupid?" Gu Yi turned his head.

"Since you don't want to tear your skin, don't put on such an attitude that strangers don't enter, okay, brothers are thinking about your feelings, and you don't care about it. But every day, no one can stand it. Not to mention Miao ruled. The military has always been strict."

The two grew up together, and Gu Yi naturally knew what he meant. Turned around and said, "I have a sense of measure, but you, since you know that Miao is rigorous in ruling the army, you just talked nonsense just now, be careful to be heard by the people of Jin Linsi, and detained for a disrespectful charge."

"It's not me alone. I heard the Lao Fang secretly discussing the style of this imperial concubine in the palace... Tsk Tsk." Cai Yunheng didn't say much, and Gu Yi also vaguely heard that Yuan Luo was here. The reputation of the palace, in addition to its domineering and ruthless, is also famous for its ecstasy and romanticism. Every day it accompanies the driver, he must call in the patronage dancers and other teachers of the school.

Nowadays, aristocratic families keep domestic prostitutes who are pets. These lowly people can play and vent at will. It doesn't matter if they are killed, unlike formal wives and concubines, they need to be decent.

The upstart Han Party, like Gu Liangyong, who was struggling to make a living, did not have such a habit, and Gu Yi looked down on this extravagant and chaotic style.

Cai Yunheng looked at his frowning appearance and suddenly said: "Ask a question, don't be angry."

"what?"

"First say you are not angry."

"Say something quickly."

"If the imperial concubine is interested in you, what will you do?"

Gu Yi was stunned for a moment before comprehending what the meaning of "fancy" meant, and he was immediately blown up. Cai Yunheng was taken aback by him, stepped back two steps, and waved his hand: "If you say you are really angry, I just ask."

"Why ask this?" Gu Yi gritted his teeth.

"Uh, it's the kid who was arranged in the hospital before, saying that the imperial concubine's attention to you is a bit special, and the other day early in the court, when the king of the East China Sea was discussing in the small court..." Cai Yunheng said more and more quietly, and finally watched Yi fell silent with cold eyes.

The Han Dang has the background of Emperor Xianning, and has also cultivated many ears and eyes in the palace over the years.

"You think too much!" Gu Yi said fiercely.

"Just ask..." Cai Yunheng whispered.

"If there is one day, it will be nothing more than death," Gu Yi said coldly.

He wants to live, he wants revenge, but if even the last trace of dignity is trampled on the ground... it's better to die.

"Hey, don't be so arbitrary. It's just me talking nonsense."

Cai Yunheng wailed, worried. This is not the time to tear his face. In North Korea, the Han Dang is far inferior to the wealthy family, and if it keeps on internalizing, it will only decline further.

Gu Yi turned his head away and whispered: "You guys think too much!"

Although I only saw two or three sides with that woman, Gu Yi was naturally intuitive. The woman's eyes looked at him...right and curious, yes, just curious. I can barely describe it as if I was looking at a magical animal in a cage, without any **** or desire.

He was even a little grateful for these pains, at least to keep him awake.

He didn't want to die, even if he had fallen to this point, even if every moment of his life was the pain of death.

The grievances suffered by the family, the tragic death of his father and brother, and the countless comrades who shared the joys and sorrows... His eyes are full of red blood. He clearly remembers that day, he led two thousand elites, waiting for the orders from the front to step into the battlefield to support, wait For three full days, only a messenger covered in blood was seen, sending news that the main force was in an ambush and the entire army was wiped out.

He was full of energy and blood, and was anxious, wishing to take the soldiers and horses to the front immediately to pick up his father and brother. But what followed was the Northern Rong cavalry over the mountains and plains.

In that battle, they fought so hard that he finally broke through with less than a hundred elite riders, and several cities in the north fell.

Soldiers and horses were urgently transferred from the rear to take over the defense. As a general of the defeated army, he could only leave the border non-stop, head south to return to the capital, waiting for his defeat.

He was unwilling to die like this, bearing the grievances of his father and brother and the blood of his comrades in arms.

If he were to die, he would rather die on the border with his father and brother in a grand battle that day. Rather than exhausting the last ray of life in this aggrieved place.

That woman... can only be hateful. She had a chance to start that day, but she fell short in the end.

The high fever made his mind confused, as if the door was open and someone came in. In the confusion, a hand fell on his forehead and then on his neck. It was cool and comfortable. He groaned reflexively.

Yuan Luo feels complicated.

The place where Gu Yi was placed was in a hut at the far northwest corner of the Zichen Palace. It was originally the residence of the sweeping servants, but it looked like it had long been abandoned.

Fortunately, the room is quite spacious, but the internal facilities are a bit rudimentary.

Seeing the young man lying on the bare wooden bed, there was not even a bedding in the cold weather, Yuan Luo felt a little sad.

She reached out and tried Gu Yi's forehead, which was terribly hot. Putting down his hand, thinking of the goodwill degree again, he touched his neck again.

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