Song Qingtang has dealt with many people with perverse temperaments and weird tempers in his life.
Not to mention anything else, he, Song Qingtang, was also such a person before.
But now looking at this girl, Song Qingtang found that he had completely lost his temper.
First of all, this girl has done nothing evil. On the contrary, if those rumors are true, she is still the number one contributor.
Secondly, this girl is too young, and her demeanor and behavior are a bit too much to offend and approach. I didn’t feel that way the last time I met her in Chongyi.
Song Qingtang continued to follow and said: "I just said that many people are looking for you, and these many people include bad guys. Have you ever thought about what the bad guys will arrest you for?"
"No one can catch me." The little girl kept walking and said without looking back.
"Haha," Song Qingtang really laughed, "don't you think what you said is very arrogant? How old and tall are you, how easy is it to catch you?"
The little girl also smiled, with a bright smile: "Yes, you are right."
"What's right?"
"That's how crazy I am."
Song Qingtang stopped and looked at her little figure still walking.
His back was straight, he was holding a small rope in his hand, and his steps were actually quite fast.
Such an airy look made Song Qingtang suddenly feel angry. He stepped forward and reached out to wrap her around her waist, intending to grab her and put her on his shoulders and take her away.
But his hand suddenly fell into vain.
He didn't even see clearly how the little girl slipped away. She was already standing in front, turning back to look at him: "What?"
"What kind of footwork are you doing?" Song Qingtang asked blankly.
"Although I don't like to repay a favor, I did save you out of kindness and bought you clothes. In the end, you repaid the favor with a grudge?"
"I'm taking you away for your own good."
"All living beings in this world are suffering and life is boring. If I kill you, it will be for your own good. What do you think?" the girl asked.
Song Qingtang frowned: "How can you be so messy and messy! What are you talking about?"
"Because I can only deal with a messy person like you," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the sky and said, "I have something else to do. If I don't get into this useless argument with you, don't follow me anymore."
"But the court is looking for you!"
"That's your court, what does it have to do with me?" Xia Zhaoyi said, "Don't follow me anymore, or I'll be rude to you. Is the scar on your palm healed?"
Song Qingtang paused and subconsciously clenched his fists.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at him again, shook his head, and turned around.
Song Qingtang gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his heels: "Wait a minute, I'll go with you!"
Xia Zhaoyi was angry and turned to glare at him: "Song Qingtang, are you done yet?"
"Is it okay if I don't arrest you and leave? I will go with you now. If you are not going to kill people, set fires, or do other shameful things, then what are you afraid of?" Song Qingtang said.
Xia Zhaoyi took a deep breath, turned around and continued walking, not wanting to care anymore.
Song Qingtang continued to follow.
But it didn't take long for Song Qingtang to realize that he might not be able to keep up.
Because this girl can climb the wall and is very fast, she climbed over it in no time.
Song Qingtang stood under the house and called her, but she ignored him. After she climbed up, the little figure disappeared.
Song Qingtang looked around, then ran around a street intersection and saw the girl turning over another house in the distance, as fast as a monkey.
"Ah Li!" Song Qingtang shouted loudly.
It's of no use at all, the other party doesn't want to pay attention to him at all.
Song Qingtang looked around and ran towards an open restaurant in the distance.
"Hey, sir, the shop is closed today!" the shopkeeper who had just returned hurriedly shouted.
Song Qingtang ran straight to the top floor of the restaurant, holding on to the railing and looking into the distance.
The girl's figure became very small and she was entering a large house.
Song Qingtang turned back and looked towards the way they came, and was suddenly startled.
Only then did he realize that the road this girl was walking was a straight line. There was a road for walking, but there was no road for climbing over the wall, regardless of whether it was a shop or a house in front of you.
This really saves a lot of time, but... it really makes no sense at all.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." The shopkeeper ran up with a waiter.
"It's me! What are you yelling about!" Song Qingtang shouted impatiently, "If I blind you, I won't even recognize you?"
The shopkeeper paused for a moment before he recognized who the person in front of him was: "Hey! General Song!"
Song Qingtang waved his hands furiously and ignored it, continuing to look at the little girl who was almost invisible in the distance.
The streets gradually began to get lively, people coming back crowded into groups, and the noise of talking gradually became louder and louder, like thunder rolling in from a distance.
The little girl is like a boat going against the current, walking in the opposite direction to them. Looking down from a high altitude, the whole Kyoto is like a gaping mouth, and she is a straight arrow.
However, it didn't seem to be a completely straight line. After she entered the sea of people, she would occasionally avoid some houses, which happened to be able to avoid many crowds. The route she took seemed to have been planned before.
However, the direction she wants to go is...
Song Qingtang was stunned, Ah Li was going to Chongtiantai?
He blinked, the thought getting stronger and stronger.
Song Qingtang turned around and ran downstairs.
"General Song!" the shopkeeper shouted when he saw him running down.
Song Qingtang ran away quickly.
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Suburban sacrifices are complicated, and the procedures and etiquette are one after another.
Xia Zhaoyi walked slowly because she knew she could catch up.
The south city gate was in front of her, and she turned over easily. There were guards outside the city gate. She looked around, and finally walked towards the east.
The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the autumn wind is clear and clear, the fallen leaves are withered and yellow on the ground, and there are many standing branches standing guard, some sparse and some dense, connected to the clear stream beside the road.
Xia Zhaoyi went up to a mountain with sloping paths, and then changed his route to the south.
The distant mountain bells ring loudly, resounding through the sky, like thousands of waves rolling together, washing away the heaven and earth.
Xia Zhaoyi stopped and could already see the circular hills on the horizon.
The round mound has a total of nine floors of white marble round altar, with twelve floors on each floor and a total height of six feet. It was built 80 years ago and is six floors longer than the Chengtian Terrace of the previous dynasty.
To the north of Yuanqiu is Dengbu Street, which is more than ten feet wide and one hundred feet long. At the end is Tianqian Hall, which is dedicated to the late emperor and the shrine.
The bells are still ringing, the echoes are far away, stretching to the horizon, and the sky lanterns hanging high all around are extremely magnificent.
Emperor Xuan Yan hadn't arrived yet, and the people under the Jiuchong Stage had become very small in his field of vision.
Guards are guarding the place, ritual officials are standing, the sacrifices are fully displayed around the circle, the gods are in strict order, and the artifacts are in order.
Xia Zhaoyi sat down on the edge of the cliff, taking in the vast mountains and rivers, and finally turned his eyes to the mountains on the other side of Chongtian Terrace.
The more troubled the times, the more we need to sacrifice to heaven.
The more you sacrifice to heaven, the more people will want to cause chaos.
If it were her, what method would she use if she wanted to destroy this sacrifice to heaven?
