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On the day of the sacrificial ceremony, Zhao Yutang was called up before dawn to wash and dress up. The person who came was the queen's personal maid. They are so covered up that they cannot be recognized at a glance.

"Why is it painted like this?"

Cai Lian couldn't help asking, because of Zhao Yutang's embarrassing status, she was not recognized by the elders of the Qin family, and she was not listed in the Qin family tree, so she was not allowed to participate in the previous sacrifices. This is the first time, Cai Lian originally wanted to dress up Zhao Yutang beautifully, but who knew that the queen would send someone to make him look like this.

The maid was unsmiling, and kept moving her hands, as if she was afraid that there wasn't enough powder on Zhao Yutang's face, so she put another thick layer on it, like wearing a mask.

Faced with Cailian's doubts, she just said lightly, "This is how the sacrifice is. All the children of Daqin are the people of the gods. The children of the gods should not have a fixed appearance and gender, so they have to cover their faces with white powder." stand, and cover your body with a loose robe."

Cailian suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

Since it's all like this, she doesn't worry about it.

After everything was ready, Zhao Yutang was carried out of the palace by a sedan chair and into the spacious street.

From top to bottom, Daqin paid great attention to the worship of the gods, so the streets were overcrowded and very crowded. It took a lot of time to walk out of this street. Zhao Yutang would look outside through the gaps in the curtains from time to time.

In the beginning, there were sedan chairs coming out of the palace, and there were probably other princes and princesses inside. The surroundings gradually became quiet. The sedan chair she was sitting on walked up the mountain road and entered a place full of broken walls.

Zhao Yutang had seen this place in history books. It was the first royal capital established by Daqin. Later, most of it was destroyed by a natural disaster, so Daqin moved the capital to build another, and this place was abandoned.

Zhao Yutang turned his head to look, and found that all the maids he had brought were gone, replaced by dozens of old women in black robes.

"Aren't you going to the altar? Where is this?"

The woman closest to her didn't look up, but whispered, "This is the altar."

The official altar is for the emperor to pray for blessings, it is a decoration, and now this abandoned city is the real place for worship.

Zhao Yutang realized something was wrong, but the sedan chair was surrounded by well-trained guards, it was impossible for her to escape.

Soon, the sedan chair stopped.

"Princess, please get off the sedan chair."

More than half of the buildings in the waste capital have collapsed. The house in front of me is simple in style and exquisite in materials. It is obviously not one of the collapsed buildings. It should be one of the surviving buildings.

Zhao Yutang observed the surrounding environment, and found that the women in black robes were talking to the guards in a low voice. Then, Zhao Yutang was grabbed by a woman's wrist tightly.

Her hoarse voice made people shudder, "Follow me, don't look up."

She took Zhao Yutang into the main house, and it was pitch black inside, without a single window, and the light was completely blocked by the thick walls.

No windows in the house... unless it's not for people to live in.

This hall was surprisingly large, the more he walked in, the more clearly Zhao Yutang could smell an old smell of earth and blood, and the surrounding was cold and damp, as if he was walking underground.

It's not like a house, it's more like a den.

"do not move."

The old woman scolded in a low voice, and soon she let go of Zhao Yutang's wrist, forcing her to kneel on the ground.

Her tone was gloomy, as if threatening, "You can't get up until I come, you have to keep kneeling, and you won't want to know the fate of angering God."

For the people of Daqin, the God of Clan is an existence beyond the emperor. When parents educate disobedient children, as long as they mention the God of Clan, the children will not dare to cry, and the deterrent effect on adults is even more amazing.

So the old woman left with peace of mind after saying this threatening sentence, as if she was sure that this little princess who had never been out of the palace since she was a child and had been ignored by no one had the guts to do anything out of line.

In fact, as soon as she turned around on her front foot, Zhao Yutang stood up very quickly from the ground, taking advantage of the darkness around her so she couldn't see her.

Her footsteps were light, and after getting used to the darkness, she could see the outlines of things clearly, and groped forward.

The place was very empty and very quiet. Zhao Yutang could hear her own slight breathing. She walked about 15 meters forward when she touched a hard object with her toes.

It seems to be steps.

She measured it with her toes, and walked up the steps slowly. The steps were unexpectedly long, and she walked up thirty steps before reaching the end.

If this is the case, then the place where she is standing now should be the highest place in the entire lobby, almost close to the roof.

Zhao Yutang thought to himself, this place is obviously useful, and there are no windows around, so there must be something for lighting here.

She looked around for a while, and sure enough, she found the candle and lit it up smoothly.

Unable to adapt to the sudden light, Zhao Yutang blinked, walked to the center with a candle in his hand, and suddenly found a large stone shrine in front of him.

In the middle of the shrine is enshrined a half-human statue of a god. The statue is carved lifelike, with both human vigor and divinity. This is not even a craft that humans would have. It is as if this statue was born like a god, and it is heaven and earth. creation.

Is this the God of Qin?
Zhao Yutang circled the statue with the candle in his hand. During this time, the candle was tilted, and a drop of burning wax tears fell on the clothes of the god. Soon the flame was extinguished, and the wax tears solidified into a small oval.

"Feel sorry."

Zhao Yutang hurriedly wiped the statue clean with his sleeve.

In front of the shrine was an altar table, on which were placed some exquisite fruits and snacks, which should be changed every day depending on the freshness. Zhao Yutang picked the innermost one and took a few bites, and then stuffed it back intact. Fill your stomach in no time.

The woman in black robe would have to wait until the next day. This seemed to be some kind of specific ceremony for them. Zhao Yutang guessed that he must have become a sacrifice, but they obviously didn't intend to kill her immediately.

Now that she knew so little, Zhao Yutang could only wait and see what happened, and found a place on the edge of the shrine to rest, which was the closest to the steps, so that she could return to the previous place before the black-robed woman found out.

At night, the house was filled with gloom, and the shrine shone with a faint light, and a hazy figure floated on the half-human tall statue.

Qin Wu opened his eyes, looked at his torn sleeves and lost himself in thought.

With a flick of his sleeve, the pastries on the table were swept away, revealing the gnawed pastries underneath.

Hmm... rats in the shrine?