The space magic weapon in Xiao Changqin's arms is of a relatively high level and is specially customized. It is about the same level as An Qingli's tree house. It can be any size and can also be controlled by the owner of the magic weapon from inside or outside.
The real owner of the magic weapon is Ye Zhilan, so when the red arrow of marriage comes, Ye Zhilan can kill the sword energy and block the marriage.
Ye Zhilan and Xiao Changqin thought that their reputation was bad enough, so under the coercion of the Xiao family, they agreed to come to the imperial city to make up for the loss. However, the fifth princess knew that Xiao Changqin had someone in his heart, but he shot the red arrow here.
Isn’t it understandable?
Xiao Changqin and Ye Zhilan felt regret in their hearts, but it was too late.
Both of them were captured. Xiao Changqin was a person favored by the Xiao family, so his life was naturally not in danger. But for Ye Zhilan, the Xiao family intended to use the royal family to get rid of her.
After all, if Xiao Changqin has hatred in his heart from now on, he can only hate the royal family, not the Xiao family.
But how can the Nuo royal family be afraid of the little fear in Xiao Changqin's heart.
Outside the imperial city, there are eight small altars surrounding the palace wall, which can be used to punish those who are disrespectful to the royal family. All officials in the city can come forward to watch the ceremony.
The time of sacrifice is also chosen for small altars. Wancheng Kingdom has several books on sacrifices. The books describe in detail the best time and day to offer sacrifices. They were compiled by the Qintian Supervisor.
There is a kind of cowhide booklet that is extremely popular. Almost every household in Wancheng Country has a copy, and it is updated year by year.
Five days later, Ye Zhilan was escorted to a small altar directly west of the palace wall.
In early winter, when the sun sets in the west and the cold and humid twilight falls, the children who have not yet become sexually aroused wear a thick layer of clothing.
Ye Zhilan, who was in thin clothes, was escorted to kneel on the altar. Her thin white clothes were fluttering in the cold wind, and her sharp chin was highlighted. Looking from the side, there was a different kind of sadness.
Ye Zhilan did not resist, her arms were cut off from behind her back, and she knelt quietly on the stage. Her ears were filled with the righteous ridicule and applause of the people from the Wancheng Kingdom.
If you disrespect the royal family in Wancheng Kingdom, this is what you should get. Everyone is looking forward to the fate of this ignorant pariah.
The sacrificial officer burned incense and prayed, bowed to the sky, and sang sacrificial words in a cadence.
After chanting, I started sobbing again, not knowing what I was saying.
An Qingli, a minor ceremony official, was also present, but he said he was not feeling well, so he only watched the ceremony from the audience.
Ye Zhilan was tied to a short wooden stake like a broken puppet.
Dozens of men and women dressed strangely and with their faces painted in oil immediately jumped on the stage and surrounded the bound Ye Zhilan. They sang and danced, and suddenly made a grimace and approached Ye Zhilan in vain.
Scare Ye Zhilan.
The common people and officials who watched the ceremony were excited and even secretly clapped their hands and applauded.
An Qingli clapped along, but said in his heart: "The royal family always comes up with some frivolous things to fool the world. This kind of sacrifice has too much of a performance component, and if it costs a person's life, it will inevitably cause too much noise.
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That's right, Wancheng Country sees everyone living and working in peace and contentment. How can people here live their lives if they don't do some frivolous things?
The group of men and women dressed in bright and strange clothes danced around Ye Zhilan in circles, and the people in the audience also cheered happily.
This is not a summer ritual.
The sacrifices in summer end with the sacrificer's body and face covered tightly with cowhide and placed under the sun, causing him to die of thirst and dehydration, which is extremely cruel.
In autumn and winter sacrifices, people are burned alive directly after the dance.
Here in Wancheng Kingdom, burning fire is torture, whether before death or after death, and the death on the altar is not death, not the bloody cruelty of the royal family, but called "sacrifice".
After the demons danced wildly on the altar, torches were set up and piled around Ye Zhilan, who was still weak and did not resist.
But An Qingli was reluctant to let Ye Zhilan die.
How could An Qingli let such a Ye Zhilan, which was made from the four-image sacred wood, die?
However, in such a large crowd, it was not convenient to take action at the moment, so we could only act according to the situation.
"Where did the real Ye Zhilan go?" Xiao Lingxi couldn't help but wonder.
An Qingli said: "I'm afraid I might have used a trick to escape and return to Xiao Changqin, or I might have taken the opportunity to escape and hide."
Xiao Lingxi asked again: "Then Xiao Changqin, will you know that Ye Zhilan has a divine tree clone?"
An Qingli pondered for a moment, put himself in his shoes, and then said: "If I were Ye Zhilan, even if I were as close as a friend, I would not take the initiative to tell you about this great opportunity that only belongs to me."
Xiao Jintan also agreed, showing a contemplative look that was increasingly similar to An Qingli's, and thought: "In this way, Ye Zhilan has probably escaped, for her own sake and for Xiao Changqin's sake."
The little Pegasus sighed, "It's a pity. Ye Zhilan has had many twists and turns over the years, but she really has a long life."
But An Qingli said: "However, Ye Zhilan will never let go of her sacred tree. Even if she is not present today, she will take the opportunity to take the sacred tree back to her in a few days."
The fake Ye Zhilan was screaming in pain in the raging fire. The children, who were originally in high spirits, were a little frightened.
In An Qingli's view, this act of sacrifice was actually an act of killing, and it was indeed cruel.
This sacrifice is fake and completely different from the great sacrifice that takes place once in a hundred years. Every detail of that sacrifice is meticulous and rigorous, the talismans are drawn and the formations are drawn, and the blood of the witch clan is used as a guide. It is the great sacrifice that can truly communicate the way of heaven.
False sacrifices.
However, An Qingli hasn't seen it with his own eyes, so it's hard to judge.
The screams went straight into the sky.
Suddenly dark clouds appeared in the sky.
The dark clouds came so unexpectedly, so densely black, and accompanied by strong winds, that the ignorant child was frightened.
There was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.
The little Lingxi opened his Lingxi eyes and looked at the sky, saying that there were Nascent Soul monks high in the sky, holding the concealment talisman and chanting incantations in the clouds to make it rain.
An Qingli took an oil-paper fan from his storage bag and held it above his head. He wasn't surprised that someone was deliberately causing clouds and rain, but he was confused as to who wanted to save Ye Zhilan.
Could it be Xiao Changqin’s instigation?
The heavy rain extinguished the fire all over Ye Zhilan's body. Some people said that Ye Zhilan's life should not be cut off, because God would not accept her.
"This untouchable's life should not be cut off! His life should not be cut off!"
Some people saw something strange and cheered excitedly in the rain.
This kind of situation has happened in sacrifices in the past. In this case, the person who made the mistake must be handed over to the royal family for separate treatment.
The rain is heavy and the thunder is loud.
A bear roared.
The fourth princess, Zhou Zhuoya, rode on the back of a bear and came through the rain. She transformed into two divine guardians, one on the left and one on the right, holding up the canopy to protect her from the rain. Behind her, she was followed by a group of graceful palace maids who nodded and lowered their eyebrows.
When people around saw the black bear, they knew it was a royal princess traveling, and they all fell to their knees in the mud and rain.
"Here comes the robber!"
The little tiger was in the spirit beast bag, glaring angrily at the Black Tooth Princess, full of displeasure. This cruel princess was afraid that she would steal something from her master.