Prince Nan Huai and some royal relatives also came up. After the royal relatives came up, officials above the second rank in the court began to come up, and the rest were at the lower level.
This huge altar can accommodate two to three hundred people. Now, there are more than a hundred people including royal family members, officials above the second rank, and guards deployed by Murong Jie, and there is still a lot of space on the altar.
The emperor first walked to the side of the altar, held the railing and waved to the people below with a smile on his face. Although he looked weak, he still had the demeanor of an emperor.
The weather today was very good, with clear skies, but the wind was particularly strong, which was very bad for the emperor's condition. Lupus erythematosus was not suitable for exposure to wind, so he felt a little dizzy after standing for a while and was supported by the guards.
At noon, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven officially began.
Exactly one and a half hours had passed since I left the palace.
Prince Nan Huai was not at all conspicuous among the royal family members because he deliberately stepped back a little bit, covering half of his body.
He kept staring at the emperor's face and found that, just as Sun Fang'er said, there was something wrong with the skin on his face. It was very white, but the wrinkles were very deliberate, which showed that the wrinkles were artificial.
He stared at it carefully, trying to see if he could see the red spots through the skin, but it was obvious that Xia Zian's craftsmanship was very good, and there was no trace of them at all. In addition, the skin was well fitted and there was no trace at all on the temples.
He also saw Xia Zian, who was dressed as a man, and couldn't help but sneer. She was dressed quite well, with her skin painted dark. It was a pity that a careful person could still see it at a glance.
The Imperial Observatory lit three incense sticks and handed them to the emperor. The emperor took them in his hands, respectfully bowed three times towards the altar, and then personally inserted the incense into the incense burner.
Afterwards, he knelt on the cushion, and all the officials knelt down immediately, and King Nan Huai also knelt down.
The words of the prayer were drafted by the Imperial Observatory and read out by the emperor.
When the emperor read the letter, Nan Huai Wang watched carefully. When he spoke, his face was very stiff and fake. In fact, if you look closely, you can see it, but who would stare at the emperor's face? Even if you can see that there is a problem, who dares to rush forward and tear it apart
After reading the words of blessing, the Imperial Observatory asked all the officials to come up, and he led them to kneel and worship God. The emperor felt a little dizzy, and Zi'an waved his hands, and immediately several guards surrounded him and supported him.
King Nan Huai naturally saw it, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, ready to change his face.
He had already given orders that anyone who surrounded the emperor should be assassinated immediately.
Sure enough, several black shadows fell from the sky. Their targets were clear, and they directly stabbed the emperor who was surrounded by guards.
Several people suddenly swooped down, and the guards on the side were unable to rescue them at all. Only a few guards beside the emperor hurriedly drew their swords to resist, but in this way, they were all scattered.
Because there was an assassin, everyone rushed to the emperor, shouting, "Protect the emperor, protect the emperor!"
Nan Huai Wang was the first to rush forward and grabbed the emperor. Before he could even look at the emperor's face, he grabbed his hand and pushed him to the railing, making him face the people below, shouting, "Protect the emperor, protect the emperor!"
When several assassins saw that Prince Nan Huai had pushed the emperor away, they immediately scattered. These people were all excellent in light skills, and the guards had no way to chase them. Murong Jie caught up with one, but the man was already dead before he could pull him down. He had taken poison.
Zi'an sneered, took out the Scar Rope and released it. The Scar Rope flew directly towards an assassin, and automatically wrapped around the assassin's mouth twice before flying back.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise. King Nan Huai did not look back, but only looked at the people below. Seeing that the people covered their mouths and exclaimed in surprise, he curled up the corners of his mouth with a cold and vicious smile and raised his head to look at the emperor's face.
He was stunned. There was nothing wrong with the emperor's face. His skin was still warm and even more natural than before. What was going on
It's impossible. Sun Fang'er said that his facial skin would melt in about two hours and he would have to replace it. He just saw with his own eyes that the assassin arrived before he even started to replace it.
This is impossible!
"Eighth Brother, let me go, the assassin is gone!" The emperor looked at him calmly and said.
King Nan Huai let go as if he had been electrocuted, and subconsciously looked back, only to see Xia Zian, who was dressed as a guard, dragging an assassin. The assassin's mouth was tied up, so he couldn't bite the pill to commit suicide.
His face turned pale at that moment.
Xia Zian used a needle to seal the assassin's acupuncture points, untied the scar rope, then clamped his cheek, took out a handkerchief, wrapped his fingers, put them into his mouth to take out the poison, then wrapped it up with the handkerchief, and pushed the man to Murong Jie.
Murong Jie kicked him, and the man's acupuncture points were sealed, so he could not move. He had to endure the kick. Murong Jie ordered, "Take him away and interrogate him strictly. Do whatever it takes to find out who is behind him."
"Yes!" The guard stepped forward, dragged the man away.
King Nan Huai was terrified when he saw the assassins being taken away. He just hoped that these people would rather die than confess. But once they were put in the Heavenly Prison, they would enjoy death. No one could withstand the torture. And he had no poison, so how could he commit suicide
I'm afraid this is going to happen.
Because of the appearance of an assassin and the fact that the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was almost completed, Murong Jie ordered the emperor to be escorted back to the palace.
The purpose of this trip was only to let the people see that the emperor was not a ghost-faced sore and to quell the rumors. Now that the goal has been achieved, everything else is not important.
Murong Jie was a little surprised about the assassin being caught. On the way back to the palace, he kept looking at Zi'an, "You use the Scarface very well!"
"Not bad!" Zi'an smiled. Thinking back to when Aunt Ashe told her about the magical effects of Scar Rope, she didn't believe it. She thought that it was amazing that Scar Rope could attract poisonous snakes. How could it possibly become an independent and thoughtful weapon
But apparently, old man Scarlett can do it.
At that time, I thought it was a shame to have the Soul Ring taken away and replaced with Scarsaw. But now it seems that Scarsaw's weapon, which can be used for a lifetime without charging, is really useful and can be controlled by mind power. It's amazing.
"What other uses does Scarclay have?" Murong Jie asked. He knew how powerful Scarclay was, but he didn't know what other skills Scarclay had besides these.
"Aunt Ashe told me to explore it slowly, and it would be best if I never use it in my lifetime," Zi'an said.
"The old ancestor has many treasures. If you can please her, she will give you one or two of them, and you will enjoy them for the rest of your life."
Zi'an smiled, "One scar rope is enough."
"Really? I heard that our ancestors had many famous medical books, and she herself knew medicine. But I just couldn't understand why she didn't treat the emperor."
"Didn't we say before that our ancestor knows medicine, divination and astrology? Maybe she knew that the emperor's disaster was not serious and someone would resolve it, so she simply didn't take any action." Zi'an said jokingly.
Murong Jie shook his head, "How can it be so mysterious? There must be some hidden secret. If you can cure it, then she can definitely cure it too."
Zian rolled his eyes, "Yes, you have always looked down upon my medical skills."
The words he spoke were always full of thorns, and not a single word was nice to hear.
(End of this chapter)