Jiaohua

Chapter 212 There is a dead man
Before dawn, half of the city has already woken up, the lights of thousands of households are intertwined, and the gold is shining and blurred.

After the sky opened up again, the officials in court clothes had already gathered in front of the broad palace gate.

The leading prince's clan and acquaintances laughed and talked, and the princes and ministers who had the same political views talked with each other.

The guard of honor was solemn and upright, and the officers and soldiers of the twelve guards of the capital rode high on horseback. There were more than [-] people in formation each, for a total of [-].

On both sides of the imperial street outside the palace gate, there were people who had been unable to go out for several days, all of them stood upright and looked up.

Seven quarters before sunrise, a loud shout came from a distance, and then a bell struck, and the palace gate was opened wide, and at the same time, music was playing loudly. Come out like a cloud.

The ministers retreated left and right, divided into two rows, lifted their robes and knelt down, shouting long live.

When the sound came, the people beside the imperial street also knelt down one after another, and all the people shouted, the sound shook the sky.

The guards didn't get off their horses. When they heard the ceremony officer shouting "Qingji", they pulled the reins, turned around and walked towards the imperial street. The team stretched for several miles and moved forward slowly.

The Lubos holding banners and flags followed, and following them were young men who came out of the palace gate, holding jade plates containing offering utensils and jewels in their hands, mighty and mighty.

After they left, the jade reeds, golden reeds, and wooden reeds that had been standing outside the palace gate were steered by the driver, leading the car forward, followed by the musicians who never stopped playing and drumming.

Then, it was Emperor Xuanyan who walked out from the palace gate, accompanied by hundreds of people.

The sound of long live never stopped, and as the long procession moved forward, the people along the road knelt down one after another.

There were also people who didn't go out, such as the guy in the inn where Xia Zhaoyi was.

The rest of the people ran away, and the buddy stayed behind to guard the shop secretly.

He volunteered to stay because he knew that the boy upstairs hadn't gone either, and he often wanted to talk to him recently, after all, it was a very good way of making money for him.

Xiaotong came down at about [-]:[-], which was almost the same time as Emperor Xuanyan's departure.

"Little guest officer." The man greeted him happily.

The little boy didn't ask him why he didn't go to watch the fun, and said directly: "I want two steamed buns, do you have tofu soup?"

"There are some," the man quickly replied, "Just wait, I'll get them."

"Thank you." The boy said.

The guy trotted to the back kitchen, and after running for a few steps, looking back, he always felt that the boy's expression was not very good today. Although he was calm, he always felt that he had something on his mind.

Xia Zhaoyi took out the chopsticks from the chopstick holder, wiped them with a clean handkerchief, put them on the handkerchief, and looked up at the closed door.

The major event of the country is between the priests and the soldiers, and the scale of the battle outside can almost be imagined.

What's more subtle is that she has lived for so long in her previous life, but she has never seen the emperor sacrifice to heaven. She only heard this scene mentioned by her family, especially the second brother, who said that she must experience the power of the emperor.

She has never been interested in it, it's just offering sacrifices to heaven, which she often does.

This day is here, this place is here, anyone can sacrifice, anyone can worship, everything is a dog, no matter what kind of emperor you are, it is your life, old age, sickness and death, you still have to live, old, sick and die.

But now, Xia Zhaoyi knows that this sacrifice to heaven is not only for the sky, but also for the people who are shouting long live, and for the whole world.

She looked away, still restless in her heart.

Last night's horoscope made her uneasy.

At this moment, the guy suddenly ran over in a panic: "Little guest officer! Little guest officer!! It's not good, little guest officer!"

Xia Zhaoyi looked back: "What's wrong."

"There's a dead man! There's a dead man outside!" The man pointed to the backyard, "There's a dead man lying by the well!"

Xia Zhaoyi nodded and asked, "Brother, where are my steamed buns and tofu soup?"

The guy was confused by her overly calm reaction, but he felt that he was too excited, and said softly: "Little guest officer, dead man..."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled very lightly: "People who are already dead should be under the supervision of the government, brother."

"But……"

"Where's my steamed bun?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at him and said, "Brother, I'm going to go out later, I'm really hungry, can you get my steamed bun first?"

The man frowned, and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll get it for you..."

With a soft murmur, the man turned and left.

But after not going out for a long time, the buddy rushed in again: "Little guest officer, it's not dead, it's alive, it's alive! I checked it again just now, and it's really alive. He moved. Hurry up!" come and see!"

Xia Zhaoyi laughed helplessly, shook his head, pushed the table away and stood up.

Song Qingtang's head ached dizzily, and a gust of morning wind blew, freezing him so cold.

He opened his dim eyes and wanted to look around, but he felt that his eyelids were heavy, as if he was being pressed down.

Not only his eyelids, but his whole body, as if someone poured a lot of sand into his body.

what happened……

He muttered, struggling to get up from the ground, while recalling what happened before.

"There, there!" Someone in the distance spoke in a very low voice, and the tone was a little hurried.

Song Qingtang finally regained some strength, and sat up with effort to support his upper body. At this moment, he was suddenly taken aback, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Where are my clothes! !

Song Qingtang was dumbfounded, and his chaotic thoughts finally faded away.

He was naked from top to bottom, except for a short jacket covering his waist, he had nothing on.

Another morning breeze blew, and he shivered from the cold.

Where did the clothes go?
Song Qingtang was stunned, reaching out his hand to touch his naked body in vain, trying to find out something.

"It's really not dead, I saw him move!" the man said again, his voice was very close.

"Oh shit!"

Song Qingtang didn't have time to think about anything else, so he hurriedly got up, stuck his short jacket under his waist, and prepared to find a place to hide it.

He looked around, flustered, and before he could find a place to hide, he heard that voice whispering: "Oh my mother!"

Song Qingtang looked back, and saw a man who looked like a waiter covering his mouth, and there was a little boy standing beside him.

The little boy blinked and looked at him in a daze.

Song Qingtang hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his buttocks, and at the same time, the short jacket in front fell off a little, but luckily he caught it in time so that it didn't go away.

He covered himself one after the other, so annoyed, he avoided their eyes uncomfortably, paused, suddenly startled, then hurriedly raised his head to look at the little boy, then widened his eyes: "Ali! !?"

In the morning light, the boy's skin was fair and smooth, his eyebrows were delicate, and he nodded blankly: "It's me."

boom!
Song Qingtang's whole body is not well.

(End of this chapter)