Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The words of Emperor Jian are the sacred edicts, and the Ministry of Rites ordered them to be processed non-stop.

The day of the great sacrifice was originally scheduled to be three days later, and the various ministries of the court and central government started preparations a few months ago, and they have already made preparations. Even if it was brought forward to tomorrow, it would be enough to deal with it.It's just that the defenders stationed in the outer city have just finished their long journey, and they have to go to the Zhaoyang Palace overnight to defend.

Zhaoyang Hall stands on the border of the inner city, right in front of the imperial palace. When the city wall reaches here, it is divided into two layers, the inside is high and the outside is low, surrounding a neatly square urn city. In the center stands a towering altar. You can climb to the top only by going through thousands of steps, and the top of the altar is enshrined with the candlelight of the god of all gods.

If Anyi is compared to a dragon vein, this point is where the air pocket is.It is also a place where emperors of all dynasties sacrificed and prayed to gods.On the day of the great sacrifice, the outer gates of the city will be opened to the common people, and the common people in the city can gather around the altar to see the imperial rituals.The defenders lined up on the city wall, weaving an airtight net to ensure the safe holding of the grand ceremony.

It was dusk one day, and people were coming and going inside and outside the palace, so busy that Si Yutong became an idler with nothing to do.

The busyness of the courtiers has nothing to do with her, nor has it anything to do with her imperial grandfather. Official documents from all ministries and departments are sent to King Yuchang's palace. Officials, big and small, are clearly aware of Emperor Jian's condition, so they all tacitly know what they are doing. Submit it to King Chang for approval.

Emperor Yu Jian had only two heirs. When he was young, he had a deep love for the empress, but the empress died young after giving birth to a son. Since then, Emperor Jian has no new heirs.And before he canonized the queen, the eldest son born to his concubine was hastily canonized by him as the king of Chang, and he rarely cared about it since then.

Although Emperor Jian was confused, the officials were still sober. After the death of the crown prince, many defected one after another, and those who did not want to were gradually squeezed out, like Lord Baihou, who ended up guarding the frontier.Nine years have passed, and King Chang's position in the court has long been as stable as a mountain.If things go on like this, it will be a matter of time before King Chang succeeds to the throne.

Although Si Yutong is the orphan of the prince, after all, she is only a woman, and she is not considered by the officials.If the person who led the army back was the prince Si Yujing, maybe he could argue on the grounds, but the one who returned was Princess Ping'an, who took off his military uniform and enjoyed peace and joy from now on, which is what everyone expected.

She had already traveled to the East Palace, accompanied by Bai Yunfeng, who was still holding her hand tightly, and his eyes wandered to her from time to time.

The setting sun dragged out two long shadows behind the two of them. The shadows leaned on each other, and the faint edges blended together without distinguishing each other.

This should have been a gentle and charming scene, but she remained silent all the way.

In this extremely peaceful moment, she felt unprecedentedly at a loss.

From now on, what should she do.

Nine years of ups and downs, even at the expense of pretending to be an elder brother, what he did was to uphold justice and restore the decline of Yu State.As long as the demon sect is eradicated, the nine years of chaos can be ended and the country's prestige can be restored.General Di's grievances can be overturned, Master Bai and Mrs. Bai can be reunited, and the Jianghu people who have been wronged and suffered for no reason will also be compensated.

As for King Yuchang, even if there is conspiracy and calculation, it is just to fight for the throne. As long as his ambition is realized, he can also be a competent king.

From then on, the people were free from war and enjoyed peace.

Isn't this exactly what she was looking for?

She passed by the temple in the setting sun. It was the place where she escaped the disaster of killing her. Now, the statue is still standing under the eaves without any damage. Nine years have passed, but with a flick of a finger, he still remembers Lan. Auntie and Xiao Su's ghosts?

The world is not benevolent, the gods are silent, too many people have died for her, maybe it is time to stop.

Supporting King Chang is what the people want.

She sighed silently in her heart, shook off her confusion, and walked towards the main hall at a faster pace.There also lay her mail and sword.She picked up the Frost Snow Sword, turned around and was about to leave.

Bai Yunfeng called him from behind: "A Tong, wait a minute, don't you want to rest?"

Si Yutong said: "I have to go back to the military camp."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her eyes go black, the soles of her feet seemed to be stepped on the ground, and the surrounding world was spinning.

When she came back to her senses, she was already sitting in the chair with Bai Yunfeng's support.

She sweated a lot, her palms were cold, but her breath was hot.

Bai Yunfeng said with concern: "A Tong, you are sick, you really can't force it anymore, you'd better go back to the dormitory to rest first."

She raised her head with difficulty and shook her head: "I still have things to do..."

"Whatever, leave it to me. I can send someone to notify Xiuchuan."

Si Yutong looked at him with hesitation.

Bai Yunfeng took her hand and said earnestly: "I am your husband-in-law, even the stars and the moon will be picked for you. It is not your duty to lead troops to fight in the first place, leave it to me and Xiuchuan, don't you?" Are you still worried?"

She bit her lip with her teeth, her hand on the scabbard trembled slightly, and she spoke after a while: "Xia Qiyuan is dead, but the remnants of the Demon Cult are still at large."

Bai Yunfeng said: "I understand that. The faces of those remaining members have now been painted as notices and posted everywhere in the city, offering rewards for their capture."

Si Yutong continued: "Xi Rang...Xi Rang is still in their hands. If I don't get Xi Rang, I can't feel at ease."

"Xi Rang?"

"Do you still remember what Dongqing said after returning from Wuxi Village?"

"I remember, he said that the reason why the Demon Sect slaughtered Wuxi Village was to snatch a treasure called Xirang, and the Wuxi people entrusted it to a foreigner."

"That's right," Si Yutong nodded and said, "The foreigner is also in Anyi now."

Bai Yunfeng was startled: "You tell me his name and appearance, and I will immediately send more people to find him."

Si Yutong said: "You already know that person's name, he is your and Xiuchuan's master, Mr. Shen Zhaoyun."

"Mr. Shen?" Bai Yunfeng was shocked, "How could it be him?"

Si Yutong said: "Nine years ago, he was chased and killed by officers and soldiers because he resisted the ban on martial arts. He fled to Wuxi village and was rescued by Wuxi people. Entrust, to protect Xiyang until now.”

"So that's the case, but I really didn't expect that he would join the Yuchang Army."

"The most dangerous place is the safest place... Dongqing has been looking for him in secret, but she is afraid that the remnants of the Demon Cult will get there first..."

"I understand what you mean," Bai Yunfeng held her shoulders, and solemnly said, "Leave it to me and Xiuchuan. We will find Master together with Di Shaoxia and invite him into the palace. You rest first, there is Spirit, so we can go see him together.”

Si Yutong stared at the person opposite, silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

Bai Yunfeng helped Si Yutong back to the bedroom, rested on the bed, and then asked the servant to summon the imperial physician, and after finishing everything, he returned to the bed and said softly: "You go to sleep first, I will go right away Find Xiu Chuan."

"Wait a minute," Si Yutong called to stop him, "Sword, my saber, don't take it..."

Bai Yunfeng was startled, the Shuangxue sword was still in his hand, he returned to the bed, and carefully placed it on the side of the pillow.

"Thank you..." Si Yutong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That was the last string hanging on her heart. She glanced at the golden sword, and could no longer resist the tiredness, and slowly closed her eyes.

"A Tong, sleep peacefully." Bai Yunfeng whispered softly in her ear.

Not long after, she fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Yunfeng bent down, kissed her lips lightly, stayed on the soft and warm lips for a long time, and then reluctantly moved away.

He murmured in an inaudible voice: "Sleep, when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be over. As long as you wait another day, you will never suffer again, and you will never leave my side again."

Today's sunset is extraordinarily bright, as if it is the last afterglow in the world, burning hoarsely, burning the stratus clouds in the sky as bright as blood.

But it gradually sank and was finally swallowed up by the towering palace walls.

Bai Yunfeng walked quickly in the twilight, but he didn't go to the barracks, but to the direction of Prince Chang's Mansion.