"Although I can't deal with the True Immortal Realm, I think it should be no problem to escape from the hands of the True Immortal Realm!" Xie Yunxiao's words are tentative.
How smart is Li Yuxuan? Naturally, she understood what Xie Yunxiao meant. She smiled calmly and remained noncommittal.
"Okay, I have to deal with some things first. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here!" Xie Yunxiao said.
February has passed now, and it will be the death anniversary of the late king in a few days.
This year, on the advice of the civil and military officials, we will go to the tomb of King Ning to hold a sacrificial ceremony.
Feng Chang has been very busy recently.
Prime Minister Li Chi, who had an overview of political affairs, was naturally busy with him.
Qin Zheng made up his mind. Every day, the Prime Minister, Feng Chang and others would go to Qin Zheng's imperial study to discuss many matters after going to court.
In this way, as Prince Ning, Qin Zheng is naturally the busiest one.
Xie Yunxiao entered the palace and came to the imperial study room.
At this time, the Prime Minister and Feng Chang had just left. Qin Zheng leaned back on the chair and stretched out his hand to gently rub his temples. At this moment, Lin Bao came in to report that Xie Yunxiao was here.
At this moment, Qin Zheng became energetic. She walked out of the imperial study room and met Xie Yunxiao. The moment their eyes met, Xie Yunxiao had a gentle look in his eyes, while Qin Zheng's eyes were soft and like a Hongqiushui.
"Master, you are here!" Qin Zheng said, and she took a step forward.
Xie Yunxiao nodded, and the master and apprentice walked around the imperial study room, walked to the yard behind, and stopped in a pavilion beside a lake.
The wind blew, and ripples suddenly appeared on the water surface, just like the two people's mood at this time.
"Master, if this situation is settled, can everything be brought to light?" Qin Zheng's eyes were full of expectation.
Xie Yunxiao actually had no idea in his heart, but when Qin Zheng said this, a confident smile suddenly appeared on his face and he said, "Yes!"
"That's great. I'm looking forward to this day!" Qin Zheng said.
Xie Yunxiao took a deep breath and said: "This day will not be too far away!"
"Master, by then, you will no longer be my master!" A playful look suddenly appeared on Qin Zheng's face.
Xie Yunxiao was stunned for a moment, "Are you trying to bully your master and destroy your ancestors?"
"No!" Qin Zheng said. She glanced at Xie Yunxiao, her eyes gentler than before, and said: "Master, you know what I mean!"
Xie Yunxiao's heart trembled violently, as if he was touched by something. His mind had already returned to calmness. At this moment, like a stone falling on the lake, ripples suddenly rippled out.
He didn't dare to look at Qin Zheng, especially those affectionate and charming peach blossom eyes.
There was a slight smile on the corner of Qin Zheng's mouth at this time. She was a little shy and did not dare to look at Xie Yunxiao. Therefore, at this time, she naturally did not know Xie Yunxiao's reaction.
Obviously at this time, the two masters and disciples had different thoughts.
"Zheng'er!" Xie Yunxiao suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong? Master?" Qin Zheng asked.
Xie Yunxiao said: "No matter what the future holds, no matter how many thorns there are on the road, we will go on together!"
"Okay!" Qin Zheng agreed. At this time, her peach blossom eyes were filled with indescribable expectations.
No matter what difficulties she encounters, no matter what dangers there are, as long as Xie Yunxiao is here, she, Qin Zheng, will have the courage and confidence to face all difficulties.
The royal mausoleum is the resting place of many ancestors of the Ning Kingdom and has always been guarded by troops.
On this day, the death anniversary of the late king finally came. Civil and military officials had already arrived outside the palace to wait, and then headed to the royal mausoleum under the leadership of Qin Zheng.
Those who can participate in this sacrificial ceremony are not just ordinary people. Inside the carriage, many civil and military ministers are naturally excited.
What happened today will definitely look bright when I talk to future generations about it.
The royal mausoleum is not too far from Xianyang. It took nearly an hour.
The officials guarding the royal tomb have already been waiting outside the royal tomb.
When Qin Zheng's chariot arrived, the officials and soldiers guarding the mausoleum knelt on the ground to greet him one by one.
Qin Zheng came out of the carriage and said, "Everyone in the Qing family is alive!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" After the officials and generals guarding the mausoleum saluted, the next step was to go to Qin Zheng's father's mausoleum.
As Prince Ning, Qin Zheng was standing at the front, while the civil and military officials stood in their own positions according to their status.
Lin Bao, the eunuch who presided over the ceremony, brought up the sacrificial inscriptions that had been prepared long ago. Once Feng Chang said it started, the sacrificial ceremony would begin.
Qin Zheng looked at the tall mausoleum in front of him, with a somewhat inexplicable complexion in his eyes.
"Father, if you knew that your daughter was born a girl, would you blame her?"
Qin Zheng thought that now that King Xianning had passed away, the question in Qin Zheng's heart naturally had no answer.
The wind blew, and the hair on Qin Zheng's forehead swayed, and there seemed to be a voice ringing in her ears, "You did a good job, how could my father blame you? As long as you are here, Ningguo will be prosperous!" "
"Father, is this your voice?" The complex look in Qin Zheng's eyes was more intense than before. She knew that this was not the voice of King Xianning, but the voice she was expecting in her heart.
"No matter what, Ningguo, which belongs to our Qin family, will always be named Qin. I believe Master thinks the same way. When we complete our mission, this throne..."
Just when Qin Zheng was thinking of this, Feng Chang's voice sounded, "Your Majesty, the time has come!"
After sorting out his thoughts, Qin Zheng ordered the sacrificial ceremony to begin. The incense was lit and smoke filled the air in all directions.
All civil and military officials looked ahead with extremely serious expressions at this time. Under the leadership of Qin Zheng, they began all the actions to be taken during the sacrifice process.
After everything was completed, Lin Bao handed over the memorial text.
Li Chi originally said that he could write this memorial text, but Qin Zheng felt that it was not sincere enough and could not reflect her filial piety, so she wrote the memorial text herself.
Although Qin Zheng grew up in the State of Zhao, he was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and had read many books on history and geography, so he was extremely knowledgeable.
If he hadn't seen Qin Zheng's bookstore, how could Xie Yunxiao have the idea of unifying the nine states?
It is precisely because of this that the memorial essay written by Qin Zheng is of brilliant literary talent and full of emotion, which can be vividly reflected between the lines.
After Li Chi saw it, he admired Qin Zheng even more.
This is not just because Qin Zheng is Prince Ning, but also an affirmation of his talents and abilities.
Qin Zheng didn't think about this. She was Prince Ning, and what she had to consider was how to handle the affairs of the court and how to make Ningguo grow stronger and prosperous.
As for literary talents, they are of little value to Qin Zheng at the moment.
Xie Yunxiao was also in the crowd, but he was not among the civil and military ministers, but stood with other generals.
As the commander-in-chief of the Royal City Guards, Yang Ji was naturally there.
He fought side by side with Xie Yunxiao and looked ahead. At this time, Yang Ji's eyes also had an extremely serious expression.
Only Xie Yunxiao still looked indifferent at this time.
Amid the expectations of many ministers, Qin Zheng took the memorial text in her hand, but she started reading it without reading a word.
Naturally, I knew every word of the memorial poem I wrote, and every word came from the bottom of my heart.
For a time, many civil and military ministers had sore noses, and some of them shed tears.
It's not that they, as courtiers, are deliberately showing off, it's just that this memorial text is so touching.
Xie Yunxiao felt uncomfortable listening to this.
He could hear that Qin Zheng actually didn't want to be this Prince Ning, and he was full of guilt towards Prince Xianning, because Qin Zheng had never told Prince Xianning the secret that she was a daughter, and she also became Ning's daughter. king.
After knowing that Qin Zheng is a daughter, will King Xianning pass the throne to Qin Zheng? Xie Yunxiao didn't know, and neither did Qin Zheng.
"Everything will pass, but this day may come a little later!" Xie Yunxiao thought in his heart.
Thinking of this, Xie Yunxiao couldn't help but shake his head.
He has nothing to do with Prince Xianning, but Qin Zheng is Prince Ning's daughter. At this moment, the guilt in her heart is something that Xie Yunxiao cannot understand.
"Zheng'er, I'm sorry, but we have no choice now!" Xie Yunxiao sighed secretly in his heart. He looked at Qin Zheng, his eyes filled with guilt.
In the blink of an eye, the time for a cup of tea had passed. Qin Zheng had finished reading the memorial text, but there was silence everywhere.
Obviously, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty had not recovered from Shicai's emotions.
"Burn it!" Qin Zheng handed over the ritual inscription. Lin Bao took it, brought over a basin, and began to burn paper in the basin.
The wind blew, and the burned to ashes suddenly flew all over the sky. For a while, many civil and military ministers could not open their eyes.
Qin Zheng just moved his sleeves slightly, and the dust that was whizzing in was instantly blown away.
Next comes the last step of the sacrificial ceremony: burning incense!
Not only Qin Zheng had to offer incense, but also the civil and military ministers behind him.
Once this step is completed, today's sacrificial ritual will be considered over.
Qin Zheng was Prince Ning, so she was naturally walking in the front. The lit incense was placed on the incense altar, and the smoke filled the air.
After nearly half the stick of incense had been filled, only a few ministers were left without the incense.
The lingering smell of smoke could not help but linger in the air at this time, and the surroundings seemed to be shrouded in gray mist.
Xie Yunxiao frowned slightly at this time. There seemed to be something wrong with the fragrance.
"Oops!" Xie Yunxiao's expression suddenly changed. He looked up and saw that many ministers had fallen to the ground unconscious.
Qin Zheng was in the center of the smoke. She staggered slightly, but she shouted: "Master!"
"There is something wrong with the fragrance, please hold your breath!" Xie Yunxiao's voice exploded like thunder, but at this time, all the civil and military ministers inhaled the problematic fragrance.
Xie Yunxiao also felt top-heavy at this time. At the critical moment, he used the power of the law of Fusion Dao Heavenly Art to quickly resolve it.
If it weren't for the special skill, he might have fallen into the trap at this moment.
