Whether or not anyone slept peacefully that night, no one knew. Everyone breathed peacefully, and when everyone opened their eyes, their eyes were clear.
This night was not as peaceful as imagined. At the sleepiest moment in the middle of the night, there was a strange sound of wind inside and outside the wall. When the wind sounded, Feng Zhiwei opened his eyes, and He Lianzheng, who was sleeping on his stomach beside him, did not She moved, her fingers gripping the corner of her bed tightly.
When the sky was about to dawn, there was a long sound of horns in the distance, which very penetratingly unveiled the spring of the day when King Shunyi ascended the throne.
He Lianzheng sat up and said softly, "What will happen today?"
"Today." Feng Zhiwei sat cross-legged, her long hair cascading down like water, her smile was shallow, dazzling in the sunlight.
"Everyone will be in his place, and everyone should have a verdict. Those who should come will come, those who should go will go, the old ones will be swept away, and the fresh ones will be held out. Those who count doom, die in doom, set traps Those who die in the trap."
It was a clear day, so clear that one felt that nothing strange would happen under such a day.
The ceremony was carried out on the grassland outside the royal court. A high platform and colored shed had already been set up, and the red was flying for ten miles. The king's army patrolled the surrounding ten miles, with blue birds, white deer and fire fox three clans in the middle to protect them. The pot was filled with the smell of mutton, and someone could not stop picking up the cooked meat with huge claws, and cut it into head-sized pieces with a murderous long knife. After rolling in spiced salt water, a large wooden plate was placed, and the water flowed They are usually sent to the noble seats of the leaders of various ethnic groups near the high platform. The smell of meat and wine is swept away by the unfettered wind, and people can be drunk a few miles away.
All ethnic groups from far and near came here in their costumes, singing and dancing, and the women in flowery skirts, like countless gorgeous flowers blooming in the same color of deep emerald green.
In the apse, Feng Zhiwei personally corrected the seven-treasure golden crown for He Lianzheng, looked carefully at the handsome man in a golden gown trimmed with black edges, jasper ties and colorful waist knives, and said with a smile: "You are more handsome than when I first saw you." too much."
"You will find that I am more good." He Lianzheng has never understood modesty, staring at Feng Zhiwei who is in a black dress and simply tied with a silver belt, he said: "Why don't you change your clothes?"
"Wang Ting prepared a red robe for me, but I'm still in filial piety." Feng Zhiwei took him to walk outside, and said calmly, "And... maybe I don't necessarily need to change clothes."
He Lianzheng looked at her sideways, but didn't speak, Mei Duo suddenly followed, saying: "A Zha, I'll follow you too!" As she spoke, she took his other arm.
He Lianzheng pushed her away and stared at her red robe, it was the color of fire, the golden belt was studded with agate and amber, it was very similar to the princess' formal attire, He Lianzheng regretted not being able to see Feng Zhiwei Seeing Mei Duo dressed like this, she frowned immediately, wearing the luxurious appearance of the grassland concubine.
"Aunt Mei Duo." He said, "You can go with my concubine mother, but you can't wear this robe, don't let people see it and misunderstand it."
"What's the misunderstanding?" Mei Duo looked blank and ignorant.
I wish they could be misunderstood, Feng Zhiwei saw it, smiled, and his eyes flicked past Mei Duo's hand tightly grasping He Lianzheng's belt.
"You know there is a misunderstanding." He Lianzheng pulled her hand away without showing mercy.
"Empress." Mei Duo unexpectedly turned around and grabbed Feng Zhiwei's belt, "This is a new dress I rushed to make for the grand ceremony. I spent a month of work on it. Do you want me to take it off now?"
Feng Zhiwei looked at her pleading face, recalled her arrogance when they first met, thought it was very funny, and couldn't help laughing.
When she smiled, something special appeared in her eyes. When Mei Duo looked into her eyes, she suddenly felt a shock in her heart, and she unknowingly let go of her hands.
He Lianzheng immediately took Feng Zhiwei and walked away, Peony Hua'er came up from behind, smiled and hugged Mei Duo's shoulders, and said: "Let's go, I have something good to tell you."
A moment later, Feng Zhiwei who was walking in front heard Mei Duo scream, her voice was full of unbelievable anger.
Feng Zhi smiled, gestured to Zong Chen beside him, and left quickly.
When he was about to step out of the last gate, a group of young lamas came quickly and stopped Feng Zhiwei.
"Dharma Allah says please don't go to the ceremony."
"What?" He Lianzheng's expression darkened immediately.
"Dama Allah said, if you really love the grassland as you said, then don't affect the most solemn celebration in the king's life on this auspicious day, and cast dark clouds over his future." The lama saluted Feng Zhiwei, then turned to He Lianzheng, "My lord, Allah said that if she attends, he won't appear."
"Then don't show up." He Lianzheng said without hesitation, "I don't believe that without the enthronement ceremony of the living Buddha's prayer, I would really be cursed!"
"King!" The patriarchs who came to welcome him exclaimed.
"The decree of the gods needs the guidance of Dama Allah, and the birth of the grassland kings of all dynasties cannot be separated from the father of Allah!" Hu Tejia, the patriarch of the blue bear, knelt on the ground and looked earnestly into He Lianzheng's eyes. It's just not participating in the ceremony, Dharma Allah has already made concessions, don't be willful anymore!"
"My lord, the ceremony without the living Buddha will not be recognized by the people!"
"The concubine can choose another day to stand again, no matter what, the enthronement ceremony is the most important thing!"
There was a rush of persuasive voices, and someone was secretly pulling Feng Zhiwei's sleeve, signaling her to resign.
"Your Living Buddha, insist that I not appear at the ceremony." Feng Zhiwei finally spoke, with a calm tone, "You all heard."
Everyone nodded, not understanding why she emphasized this.
"Then I won't go." She said the next sentence lightly, turned around and left, "Please protect the king."
"Zhiwei..." He Lianzheng called out in a long voice, Feng Zhiwei had already left without turning his head, and opposite, Dama Living Buddha's ceremonial weapon, meandering all the way out of the yard.
Dama, who was sitting on the chair, looked even more decrepit today, he was lying there limply, and the embroidered gold robe was floating empty, he raised his eyelids on the chair and glanced at Feng Zhiwei, Feng Zhiwei smiled at him , made a mouth shape.