The fruit of killing life

Chapter 54
The eaves are dotted with gold, and the colorful paintings are full of dust. It is magnificent and magnificent, which is not inferior to the Luoyang Palace.

The great bronze music resounded.

In one of the halls with carved beams and painted buildings, there is boundless style everywhere.

A group of beautiful young girls in tulle skirts are rehearsing a sacrificial dance under the guidance of the nine officials of the contemporary palace [Fengci].

Although starting from Emperor Taizong Wen, the Dayan court began to implement the national policy of "distributing feudal lands instead of tin soil, ennobling nobles but not facing the people, eating salary but not governing affairs".

However, the nine subordinate officials of the Wangfu at the beginning of the founding of the country were still retained, but all the personnel were appointed by the court and were no longer the private ministers of the vassal.

It even vaguely meant to monitor every move of the vassal king.

And [Fengci] among the Nine Officials is in charge of the sacrificial music and dance.

Half a month later, King Yili's 200th anniversary ceremony not only made the tomb guards in Daling Village feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

It is also a top priority for the descendants of Luoyang Wangfu, who must be cherished and cherished legally.

At that time, thousands of males from each branch and vein that have multiplied since Yili King Zhou Yi will not be able to sacrifice in the family temple as usual, but will go to the royal tomb in person to sacrifice in the hall of enjoyment.

The "sacrifice dance" in the sacrificial ritual is a very important part of it.

However, the [Fengci] with a big beard in the main hall had a broken face. It seemed that he almost wanted to crash directly into the Jinsinan pillar in the hall.

His face was mournful, sighing and angry:
"The ancestors of the Zhou family, the old ministers are sorry for you!"

At this time, the girls are dancing the Prince Sacrificial Rites stipulated by the etiquette law of the Great Yan Dynasty: "Four Generations Music" and "Chaotian Music".

The reason why Fengci is like this is not that they dance badly, it's just that...
Stomp, twist hips, clap hands, turn left, turn right.
Dressed in white gauze skirts, fiery red gowns, barefoot, and extremely cool, beautiful girls danced the solemn dance steps used to worship ancestors very seriously.

Simultaneously.

But there was a fat man with a white body covered in fat, and he kept shuttling through the queue.

For a while, he led the dance with very dexterous steps, and for a while, he dragged out a girl whose movements did not meet the standard, and "wonderfully punished" in front of the public.

The sound of clothes being torn, laughter, and cries for help can be heard endlessly.

The sacrificial dance, which was supposed to be solemn and solemn, suddenly became a mess, unsightly.

Even the bronze Da Le, which has been handed down for thousands of years, seems to have been stained pink and become unclean.

Even though this Fengci official was used to all kinds of "big scenes" in Yiwang's mansion, seeing this situation, he wished to detain a pair of his tricks, wash them and stuff them back.

Ritual and music, ritual and music, there is no separation.

Even the sacrificial dance prepared for the ancestors has been turned into a prop by Zhou Wenye, the contemporary Yi king.

The sacrificial dance should be performed by the children of the family, but by men!

Not only was he replaced by a beautiful girl with a wave of his hand, but he also gave them all away during rehearsal.

It seemed that the sacrificial dance and the girl were actually dedicated to him.

In short, he can't take off this licentious and shameless hat no matter what.

The Fengci official planned to write a letter when he went back later, reporting all this to Da Zongzheng, who was in charge of the royal family affairs, and it would not take long for the emperor to know about the scandal here.

Will make a decree to warn the king of Yi.

'Yes, that's the case with Yi Wangkuang, I want to give you a hard copy! '

But reading the previous book is already the greatest power in the hands of a petty official like him.

There is nothing stopping a prince from doing anything.

After half an hour, perhaps the nearly fifty-year-old Yi Wang had enjoyed himself to his fullest, or the bowl of ginseng antler and deer blood soup he had swallowed had gradually lost its efficacy.

Only then tremblingly got up and dressed.

But he was so pampered and overweight that he had to have two maids to support his fat belly before he could tie a belt for him when dressing, the scene was beyond words.

Subsequently.

Zhou Wenye, who was full of satisfaction, drove everyone out of the hall, and sat himself on the throne that symbolized King Yi's power.

From his pocket, he took out a golden copper coin tied with a red string and engraved with the words "Tongbao", and rubbed it silently for a while.

Only then did he casually pick up the unfinished memorials on the case and check them out.

"Heh, the Luoshui River Basin is flooded again and again, and the crops are failing. All farmers are asking for rent reduction to survive the disaster year?"

"The state government asked me to take the lead in opening a warehouse to help the victims?"

With a sneer, he picked up the Zihao pen on the table and with a flick of the pen, rejected all the documents requesting to reduce land rent and open warehouses to release grain.

As the largest landowner in Luoyang, his pen will mean that tens of thousands of lives near Luoyang will be ruthlessly murdered!
And the golden copper coin hanging on the red rope suddenly moved without wind, and seemed to be very happy about this scene.

Immediately, Zhou Wenye raised his head and looked in the direction of Beiman Mountain.

The eyes are dark, like a deep pool, where is there even half of the lewd look in front of the servants?
After a long time, he said indifferently to himself:
"You don't want to die? My king. Why do you want to die?"

With a flick of his hand, the report on the disappearance of his third son Zhou Jingyao on the desk was directly swept under the table and disappeared.

Since the opening of the first accompanying tomb, another three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The night was dark.

Except for a few dogs barking, the whole village was silent.

The mausoleum guards in Daling Village who are in charge of night watch also serve as part-time watchmen.

There are two groups of people with knives on their waists, one holding a gong and the other holding a bang. It doesn't take long to patrol from south to north.

Looking at the pitch-black ancient village in front of him, the younger man suddenly tightened his clothes and started a conversation:
"Third brother, do you feel that it's getting colder and colder during the night watch these few nights?

It was obviously summer, but at night it was like staying in a graveyard. "

This is not an adjective. There are graves everywhere on Beimang Mountain. Basically, every child of the Wang family has the experience of hiding in the caves of the graves when they were young.

The two of them really knew what it was like inside the grave.

"Isn't this obvious? Since the opening of the first accompanying tomb on the mountain three days ago, the old things in the pension pavilion have been found.

In the past few days, the patriarch and Tao Xianzi have taken action in person, opening one or two accompanying tombs every day.

Although he has learned his lesson, at noon when the sun is the most poisonous, taking advantage of the weakest [weirdness] of those Yin creatures, he nailed them to death in his tomb immediately.

But it's all weird and unpredictable [weird], and it's possible to cause any weird things, just keep your spirits up. "

Saying "Third Brother", he stretched out his hand and pointed at the sky.

The moon on the Beiman Mountain seems to be slightly bloody, and it looks a little oozing.

"Speaking of which, we are much stronger than those bandits in the green forest.

Going to the tomb these days, in order to test those [weird] abilities, they have always been the first to take the lead.

I heard that although Fairy Tao successfully crucified the [Treasure] today, she also snatched a [Strange Thing].

But when the other Jianghuzi were digging the [Fengci] companion tomb, three more died.

So far, even those 'integrity' players who don't have much in the entire Wang family, have more than half died, right? "

"Tsk tsk, but, seriously.

If I can get Fairy Tao to treat her favorably, even if she asks me to go straight to the 【Tomb of the God of Xiao】, I am willing. "

After all, the two brothers looked at each other, no matter whether they were married or had mother-in-law and aunt, their thoughts were the same.

Immediately, the faces of the two became stinky again, and at the same time they looked at the courtyard in the village that belonged to Tao Xianniang, and cursed with envy and hatred:
"Damn Cui Tong!"

"I really want to chop him up!"

The news that Wang Yuan survived after staying in Taoxianniang's yard overnight had already spread to the ears of all the men in Daling Village.

During these three days, the two were inseparable.

Almost want to live together aboveboard.

"Cui Tong", who got his shit luck, naturally became the object of everyone's envy and hatred.

At this time, even if Wang Yuan told others that they hadn't done anything, even a three-year-old would not believe it.

The night was getting darker and darker. When the two passed by a small shed with lights on at the entrance of the village, they glanced at the hourglass inside and found that it was already midnight.

then.

The rhythm of the crisp bangzi sound changes, one slow and two fast, bang——!Bang!Bang!
shouted:

"Heaven, earth and man are in harmony, the best blessing is Hengchang, midnight, midnight!"

However, the voice of the tomb guard just fell.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
In this alley, the courtyards where those Jianghuzi lived concentratedly opened the courtyard doors at the same time as if they had made an appointment.

The five bandits who lived here were only wearing their sleeping jackets and came out with bare feet.

The two mausoleum guards heard the sound and looked, and found that although these people had their eyes open, their faces were all stiff, like wooden figures.

"Third brother, something seems wrong."

"Stop talking nonsense, send a signal!!!"

The successive strange things that have happened in the past few days have made them decisive enough, not to mention that when it is midnight, when they realize something is wrong, they immediately want to call someone.

The guardian of the mausoleum uses a ringing arrow with one end as a whistle and one end as a tail feather. When thrown with bare hands by martial arts warriors, they can make a sharp neighing sound, which can be heard for miles.

however.

tread!
At this time, the five of them had already stepped forward in unison.

This step also seemed to step on the hearts of the two tomb guards, and all their minds were attracted to it.

He didn't even pick up the loud arrow that was already in his hand when it fell to the ground.

Stomp, twist hips, clap hands, turn left, turn right, take a step forward.
The five people immediately started dancing like puppets on a string, dancing exactly like the palace maids.

It was used for the Prince Sacrifice - "Four Generations Music", "Chaotian Music"!
The two mausoleum guards seemed to be attracted by the strange beauty of this sacrificial dance, and automatically made up a bronze song in their brains, and they couldn't help but join them.

They lined up neatly and twisted their bodies together.

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