Chapter 97

The sound was so terrible that Xu Qian's back bristled with sweat. He turned his head reflexively and looked at Sangpo lake.

The watchmen who are responsible for guarding all around can't go back to watch the ceremony. Xu Qi'an has already overstepped.

He saw the emperor of Yuan Jing, who kowtowed three steps at a time and slowly stepped on the stage wearing bright yellow clothes. He saw the civil and military officials, princes and daughters, and Wei Yuan and his two adopted sons.

I saw the magnificent temple, the forbidden army and the eunuch.

At the moment when he looked back, the voice disappeared.

Hallucination?

I haven't been looking for Fuxiang for three days. My eyes are not dim.

Xu Qi'an took a deep breath, did not dare to see more, turned his head and asked, "how much information do you know about Sangpo?"

Zhu Guangxiao and song Tingfeng replied that there was no valuable information, but the contents Xu Qian had known for a long time, such as "the place where the founding emperor preached", "Xuanwu gave sword", "the place where the royal family worshiped their ancestors".

"Help me, help me..."

the voice came again, like an evil spirit lying on your back, whispering in your ear.

Xu Qian stiff neck, inch by inch of the head, once again saw the sacrificial scene. And the sound, in the moment he looked back, disappeared.

Invisible fear filled his heart and gave him goose bumps.

In Sangpo lake, where the founding emperor preached, and where the royal family worshiped their ancestors for years, there was a cry for help... In the cold wind, Xu Qi'an shivered slowly.

"Help me, help me..."

"help me, help me..."

Xu Qi'an was thrilled and had the idea of running away. He forced himself to calm down, no longer worried about his colleagues, and took out the jade mirror.

How much do you know about Sampo? Tell me right away, it's very important. 】

you are at the sacrifice? 】

Xu Qi'an didn't pay attention to No. 2. After a few seconds, he saw No. 4's letter.

[4] Sangpo was the place where the founding emperor of Dafeng preached. After the founding of Dafeng, he chose Sangpo as his capital. However, there is no evidence for the legend of Xuanwu, and its credibility is not high.

But there is a magic sword. In the temple on the high platform in the middle of the lake, the sword used by the founding emperor was worshipped. 】

after finishing on the 4th, Taoist priest Jinlian added:

[9: it's a magic weapon symbolizing great Fengqi luck. 】(4) indeed, during the battle of Shanhaiguan, Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty went into the temple to invite out the magic soldiers and presented them to the king of Zhenbei. In addition to Wei Yuan's army, Zhenbei King's fighting power can not be ignored. 】

is there a sword in the temple?

Is the sword asking me for help?

Let's not say whether the sword has self-consciousness or not. It's like me asking for help.

"Help me, help me..." the voice suddenly shrill up, seems dissatisfied with Xu Qi'an's indifference.

The cry for help reverberated in his ears, shaking Xu Qi'an's spirit, causing him a slight dizziness and confusion in his consciousness.

He took a deep breath and typed in the information? I want more comprehensive information. Whatever is recorded in history, whether it is true or not, I want to know. 】

after delivering the book, he looked back to calm the whispers in his ears.

But this time, he didn't succeed. He turned back, and the cry for help still existed.

"Help me, help me

Xu Qi'an's forehead was full of green tendons, and the sound was like a steel needle, penetrating his mind.

You remind me of a record I read when I revised the history books.

Sangbo is now guarded by the barracks of the five guards in the capital. The defense is tight. No one is allowed to get close to him. Well, it's anyone.

Five hundred years ago, when the prince was on a boat in Sangpo, he accidentally fell into the lake. After being rescued by the bodyguard, he became seriously ill and got hysteria. Six months later, he was found drowning in sampoli.

The royal family believed that it was the prince who offended the spirits of his ancestors and provoked them to punish them. In order to prevent such incidents from happening again, they banned Sangpo and only opened it for ancestor worship. 】

the prince fell into the lake and got hysteria... Did he hear the cry for help just like me... Would I be found drowning in Sangpo.

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an was as pale as a iceberg.

There must be some secret in Sangbo, which is not to offend the ancestors. But the hapless Prince didn't know about it, otherwise, he would never go boating in Sangbo.

It is conceivable that this secret is only known to emperors of all ages.

However, the emperor who knew the inside story didn't ban Sangpo, so he had to go before he made a move.

Xu Qi'an, who is good at reasoning, has doubts in his mind.

[6: Why did number three ask this? 】

at this time, Xu Qi'an has no spare power to answer their questions. He trembles and tucks the fragments of the book back into his arms, then falls on his knees and holds his head in pain."Help me, help me..."

the cry for help came into his ears and reverberated layer upon layer, making his brain a paste, like a needle into the skull cavity.

I have a splitting headache.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao are shocked by Xu Qian's bloodless face.

"What's the matter with you? Can you hold on? You can't drop the chain at this time. If you interrupt or disturb your Majesty's ancestor worship, it's a capital crime. " Song Tingfeng is in a hurry.

Zhu Guangxiao moved a step, want to come to check the situation.

At this moment, Emperor Jingdi of the Yuan Dynasty has already stepped on the high stage. The drum music stops, and Taichang Siqing kneels down to read Zhu Wen, and after reading it, she begins to enjoy herself.

Emperor Yuanjing burned Zhu Wen himself, kneeling three times and worshiping nine times to his ancestors.

It's only half the way since ancestor worship came here.

Wei Yuan took back his eyes and looked at the queen not far away. She was graceful and elegant, with natural manners.

As the biological mother of the eldest princess, the mother and daughter are not similar in appearance, but the queen is still a beautiful woman, even now, still elegant.

I can imagine how brilliant it was.

But in the years of washing, Shaohua has passed away, she is no longer the beautiful, green and pure girl.

And he is still like that year, dressed in green clothes.

Wei Yuan was in a trance.

Seems to have induction, the queen of mother instrument world look back, two people across the air.

The Queen's eyes softened for a moment.

However, Wei Yuan took back his eyes like an electric shock and bowed himself to bow. In the eyes of all emotional precipitation, only more than deep vicissitudes.

"Adoptive father, there's something wrong over there." Yang Yan said in a deep voice.

Wei Yuan followed his eyes and saw a gong kneeling on the ground. The two gongs beside him were talking to him.

Many experts have noticed the situation of Xu Qi'an.

But if there is no crisis for the time being, I will bear no interference. As long as there is no assassin, heaven and earth will have to wait for the end of your Majesty's ancestor worship.

Including the final accounts of this little Causeway.

At a glance, Wei Yuan recognized his favorite young man and raised his chin: "you go to see the situation and take him away."

This is to protect Xu Qi'an.

....

"help me, help me..."

the cry of a life-threatening ghost broke Xu Qi'an's spirit. For a while, he felt that he was a criminal policeman living in a new era, and for a while, he felt that he was a native of Beijing.

He was on the verge of collapse as the brain pumping became more and more intense.

Head pain, don't shout, don't shout, please don't shout... Xu Qi'an covers his head, big sweat rolling down.

In fact, he was already sweating.

The strange cry for help is aimed at his spirit, not his body, but the pain is no less than physical torture.

In a strange cry for help, Xu Qi'an finally collapsed. He didn't care about the emperor's ancestor worship, the strict rules and everything.

When we are on the verge of death, everything is no longer important.

He clenched his hands, thumped the ground heavily, and growled: "shut up!"

In a flash, the wind and cloud changed color.

On the platform in the lake, the temple suddenly vibrated, and then a golden sword burst into the sky.

In the light of the sword, the water of the lake suddenly surged, and sang Po seemed to be alive.

PS: in the early morning.