Chapter 861 Epidemic (4)

Yu Shilang? ! Concubine Zhang's face sank, Yu Shilang was a close confidant of the emperor Han Lingfu. Last time, because of the Xirong envoy, Yu Shilang was already displeased by the emperor, and now Yu Shilang's son is...

What a coincidence! Is it possible...

Concubine Zhang gave the queen a heavy look, wondering if the queen, or even the people of the Marquis of Pingyang, did it secretly?

The girls below all looked at each other in dismay, but the emperor Yehun encountered such a thing, and it felt really unlucky!

When such a thing happened, the Empress had no intention of feasting again, and drove to the Emperor's Hall of Light.

The girls quickly got up to send off the Queen, Concubine Zhang, and Concubine Li. After that, the girls left the Fengqilin Palace in twos and threes. The night passed in the minds of everyone's suspicion...

Halfway through the autumn hunting, according to the rules, the next day is the sacrificial ceremony during the hunting. The emperor will sacrifice the prey he hunted from the hunting ground to God.

On the first day, only half a head appeared, and Nangong Yue accompanied everyone to the hunting platform, knelt down and prayed for blessings.

The emperor stood in front of the altar in front, and all kinds of prey were piled high on the table.

At this time, the emperor was reciting obscure sacrificial texts on the hunting platform, praying to heaven, praying for the prosperity of the country and the people, praying for good weather, and praying for no disasters...

After reciting the sacrificial text, the emperor held three pillars of incense, bowed to God three times, and then placed his hands on the incense table.

The next step is the sacrifice. The sacrifice is very simple. As long as the emperor himself ignites the prey and burns the prey to the ground, it means that the god accepts the sacrifice.

This process is absolutely impossible to go wrong. The palace servants have already smeared the prey with sesame oil. As long as the torch touches, the prey will surely burn.

Now I just wait for Si Tianjian to light the torch, and then hand it over to the emperor... But Si Tianjian didn't respond for a long time.

The little maid next to him couldn't help but feel anxious, coughed dryly, and reminded: "Lord Li..."

Si Tianjian seemed to have reacted just now, and hurriedly picked up the flint. His hand trembled slightly, like a sapling shivering in the cold wind, making it impossible to ignore.

The little maid was a little anxious, and wanted to step forward to help, but found that Si Tianjian's face was extremely ugly, his face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Shouldn't Mr. Lee be sick? The little maid froze for a moment, then leaned over to the side of Si Tianjian and said in a low voice, "Lord Li, please..."

He never had a chance to finish his words again, and with a plop, Si Tianjian had fallen to the ground, his eyes were closed, his lips were white and dry, and he was already unconscious.

At such a critical juncture, Si Tianjian suddenly collapsed!

This is really unheard of!

The emperor's complexion suddenly changed greatly, and even the officials below who were waiting to complete the last ceremony were dumbfounded.

What to do now?

Will this sacrificial ceremony continue?

The emperor shouted with a livid face: "What are you doing, you still haven't come to Fusi Tianjian."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The two servants responded with trembling voices, hurried to the front of Si Tianjian, and carried him down as quickly as possible.

For a while, the audience was silent, and the air was frighteningly dull. Such an accident in this sacrificial ceremony is really a bad omen!

At this time, Uncle Xuan Ping narrowed his eyes and said smartly on the ground: "Please also ask the emperor to light the torch himself to complete the final sacrifice ceremony." This sacrifice only requires the emperor to personally light the prey as a sacrifice. Who will light it? Torches are actually not important, but how could the emperors of all dynasties condescend to light any torches, but now the scene is rounded up.