The doubt in Chi Jingxi's eyes was fleeting, and his eyes never stayed on Wen Yantong.
General Mu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "You rebellious son! It seems that the lessons of last year didn't make you remember! How dare you do this this year!"
Mu Yang cried, "Father, won't you call me before you leave?"
General Mu was furious, but considering that there were people all around him, he looked around and suppressed his voice and said, "You're not filial, you're blaming me instead! I didn't want you to sleep more! Before leaving, we arranged three Is it not enough for someone to call you?"
Mu Yang knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to talk back.
General Mu swept his eyes and saw Wen Yantong who was leaning on crutches behind him, and then saw that her right leg was wrapped in cloth, and immediately said in shock, "What's going on?! You knocked someone lame on the road?"
When Wen Yantong saw it, he knew it was his turn to play.
She took two steps forward with her cane on her crutches, first saluted with difficulty, and then said, "I have seen Mr. General, the name of this little man is Wen Yantong, he is a classmate of Young Master Mu, and he also studied at Songhai Academy. A while ago I broke my leg during the day, but today I want to participate in the Qixue Festival, but it is difficult to travel, Young Master Mu kindly wanted to help Xiaomin, so he delayed the time, I beg General Mu not to blame Young Master Mu, it is Xiaomin's fault."
What Wen Yantong said should be said, anyway, Mu Yang dragged her here for this reason, seeing that the Qixue Festival is about to start, presumably General Mu will not ask more questions.
This General Mu's real name is Mu Yuan, and his calligraphy is Xuewen. The name looks very educated, but before the age of twenty, it was a big illiterate with a lot of characters, and it was only after being taught by the emperor that it became literate. But he himself is the student who likes to study the most, especially Songhai College.
So Wen Yantong suddenly became more pleasant, and said with a smile, "You and Xiao Yang are classmates, and it's only right for him to help you if you're injured, so don't worry about it."
"Thank you General for your magnanimity, I am grateful." Wen Yantong said along the way.
Fu Zixian just ran all the way out of breath, now he recovered and saluted Mu Yuan.
Seeing that his crisis had been resolved, Mu Yang also knew that the Qixue Festival was about to begin, so he said to Wen Yantong, "Stand back a little bit, be careful of people squeezing your legs."
After finishing speaking, he whispered, "Thank you this time, I owe you a favor."
The favor of Master Mu's concubine is quite valuable. Wen Yantong smiled in satisfaction, nodded at him, and then bowed and said goodbye, "General Mu, Young Lord, Xiaomin will leave first."
After hearing that Yantong left, Mu Yuan's face suddenly changed, he nodded to Mu Yang and said, "Fake good intentions regardless of time and occasion, I will deal with you when I go back."
Mu Yang shrank his head. Fake kindness is kindness in the end, it's better than oversleeping and delaying the time.
Chi Jingxi rescued him, "Uncle Mu, the sacrifice is about to begin, we should stop chatting here."
Mu Yuan glared at Mu Yang unhappily, but when he saw Shang Chi Jingxi, he was all smiles and said, "You are still sensible, if my dog son is half as good as you, I can save a lot of worry."
After saying that, the two walked towards the stone platform, and the dog son Mu Yang was half a step behind, not daring to make mistakes.
Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian walked out of the encirclement of the crowd, and stood far away, only to have a little more space. Just standing in such a remote location, Wen Yantong couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, so he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.
After a long bell rang in the distance, and then a very loud singing, "The emperor has arrived—"
In an instant, everyone knelt on the ground together and shouted at the same time, "Long live my emperor—"
Wen Yantong struggled to kneel, and could only support with half of her body. Everyone lowered their heads, and she didn't dare to look up. I only heard a series of footsteps passing not far in front, and then heard singing, "Pingshen—"
Only then did he stand up slowly, looked up and saw the emperor wearing a black gold cloak with a dragon body embroidered on it, and red sable fur. He wore a very dazzling crown on his head, surrounded by attendant eunuchs.
This is the emperor of Shaojing, and there are several princes standing beside him.
Wen Yantong couldn't see what he looked like, but after such a distance, he could still feel the coercion from the emperor.
He stood on the stone platform and said something, Wen Yantong didn't hear a word, only to see four people walked up to the stone platform after he finished speaking, and then took something like a mallet and knocked on the big square tripod .
Immediately, the faint sound came from far away, and then the sound of singing sounded. Many people put their hands together and prayed sincerely.
Behind him was a guard holding a tray on which were placed a white porcelain bowl and silver needles wrapped in brocade cloth. They walked to the officials in black and gold clothes one after another.
"What is this for?" Wen Yantong couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't see clearly, and couldn't understand, so he had to ask.
Fu Zixian said in a low voice, "Collect the blood of hundreds of families to worship the heavens, and pray for the first snow to come. Those who wear sacrificial clothes are all important officials and descendants of the court, and they are the blood of the entire Shaojing."
Wen Yantong nodded half-understood, and saw the guards walking to the cauldron one after another holding white porcelain bowls, stepping on several steps and pouring the contents of the porcelain bowls into the cauldron.
In the end, there was another piece of music and singing interlaced with drums and pianos. After hearing the sound, all the people knelt down again. The emperor and officials saluted with palms together, and worshiped at the tripod.
When Wen Yantong got up, he saw the golden light in the eastern sky, dyeing half of the sky bright, the figures of the emperor and everyone were shrouded in golden light, and the outlines became blurred.
Half of it is golden and the other is blue. Under this incomparably magnificent sky, Shaojing is still a peaceful and prosperous empire.
In a trance, she seemed to see Chi Jingxi's back.
A few years later, the emperor passed away, and the forces in the court were severely divided. In the battle for royal power, only the Seventh Prince faction headed by Cheng Xiao and the Houye faction headed by Chi Jingxi remained.
Wen Yantong breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he left Chaoge before the struggle started, there would be no danger. She claimed that she didn't have that much ability to change the fate of those people and the direction of the story, as long as she could save her life, it was enough to save the Wen family.
At the end of the Snow Festival, Wen Yantong knelt down again and sent the emperor and the princes away. Then the officials left one after another, and the people gradually dispersed.
Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian slowly left with the crowd, and after they got off the stone ladder, they were stopped by the attendants left by Mu Yang, who invited them into the carriage.
It turned out that Mu Yang thought that their carriage was damaged, so he took Chi Jingxi's carriage back and left his own carriage to send them back.
Wen Yantong said goodbye to Fu Zixian, returned to the dormitory and fell asleep. Originally, she had already developed a fixed time to go to bed and wake up these days, but today she woke up early suddenly, which made her a little uncomfortable.
After this sleep, I slept until the evening and woke up hungry.
She got up in a daze, twisted her sleepy muscles and bones, and called for someone to come in.
The maid who was guarding the door opened the door and walked in. First she saluted, and then said, "Mr. Wu came to the door and said he wanted to see him."
Wen Yantong was still a little dazed, but then he thought, isn't Mr. Wu the same as Wu Yutian
What is this little bastard looking for her for