"Zi Mo, why do you look bad? Haven't you been sleeping well these two days?" Chang E asked tentatively.

After eating his fill, Heidan put down his bowls and chopsticks and sat down regularly: "My mother is in poor health, so she needs to take care of her." The child spoke word by word, as if he had been practiced.

Chang E nodded. Looking at me in the morning, Cheng Jieyu's face was indeed not very good.

"Mother Chang, can I come to eat often in the future?" Amu held the table with his fat hands and looked at Chang E timidly. The palace servants in Chaoyang Palace did not treat him harshly, but they had no good face. It seemed that serving him was a chore. Facing the group of cold palace servants, he felt scared and could not have a good meal.

"Okay, come every day." Chang E couldn't help but pinch Amu's chubby face. When she was in Jiuru Town, she was too poor and wouldn't leave other people's children to eat. Now it's different. The palace has plenty of food. After being promoted to Concubine, she couldn't finish every meal. She didn't have to eat a little bite of the child.

After receiving Chang E's approval, Amu was extremely happy. From this day on, he followed Chen Ziqi back to Qingyun Palace to have a meal every day at noon. Hei Dan would occasionally come with him, but he kept talking very little and never saw Cheng Jieyu send someone to find him.

After taking a bath for seven days, it was finally time to worship the heavens.

In the month of midsummer, worshiping gods is a tradition of the Yuzhang royal family. It is said that every emperor is chosen by the gods, so when the prince is not determined, the sacrifices in the midsummer are particularly grand.

After taking a shower, in the small hall where sandalwood was lit, Chen Ziqi put on clothes to worship the sky. The sky-blue wide-sleeved brocade robe was very soft, and he tied the top belt, and the whole clothes were attached to his body. Except for the prince's jade pendant, he no longer wore any accessories, and he didn't even tied the jade belt, but only a blue waist rope. The hair was tied loosely behind him with a sky-blue hairband.

Chen Ziqi looked at her outfit and seemed to be devoted no matter how she looked, and she felt very nervous.

When we arrived at Zhanghuatai, it was dusk. The orange-yellow sunlight fell on the smooth and visible bluestone slabs, dyeing the entire Zhanghuatai light gold.

The national master was wearing a snow-white sacrificial robe, and his long clothes were one meter long, spread neatly on the ground. The sunset light shone on the hem of the clothes, and the cloud patterns embroidered by silver thread reflected a colorful halo, just like a white peacock with a wide open screen, which was so beautiful that it was beyond square reads;.

"The bloodline is already in place, and now you can ask the spirit. The ancestor god is above, so I will bless me with a big chapter." His cold voice was like a bird singing solo in Shibuya, ethereal and lonely.

Emperor Zhenglong did not go to Zhang Huatai, but stood in the audience and let the princes go up by themselves.

Chen Ziqi glanced at him and always felt that the emperor seemed a little guilty. This discovery made Chen Ziqi even more nervous. No one told me what to do when I went to the altar. I hurriedly found the prince who fell among the people. Could it be that he was looking for a scapegoat?

The eleven princes stood behind the national master in order of age, listening to him chanting slowly. Except for the first few sentences, the ones behind them were completely unaware. It seemed to be a very ancient language, with the tones of bytes and tones like birds singing.

This long chanting lasted until the bright moon rose in the east.

"In the midsummer month, the emperor first recommended the temple with peaches. Those with peaches are cherries. You are the princes, but they are not as good as the emperor. You should hold them with your mouth to show respect." The national master looked at the Zhanghua Hall not far away and slowly explained to the prince behind him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter in white clothes came to Chen Ziqi with a plate of beautiful cherries.

"Your Highness, please choose a cherry." The waiter in white was wearing a veil and couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Chen Ziqi looked around and saw that there was a plate in front of each prince. The eldest prince and the second prince had already sacrificed their lives once, and they were familiar with the road. They picked a cherry casually, put it in the palm of their left hand, and held it flat in front of them with their right hand.

The cherries were just washed, with some water droplets, which was very attractive. They had been standing there for an hour, and Chen Ziqi was so thirsty that his throat was about to smoke. Looking at the cherries, he couldn't take his eyes open for a moment.

The cherries on the plate were full of grains. Seeing that there was no difference, Chen Ziqi picked one of the reddiest ones, followed the other princes and held them in his hands. He took two more dipped in water and quickly stuffed them into his mouth.

The sweet water droplets moisturize the almost chapped lips. When biting open the round cherries, the sweet and sour juice immediately filled the tip of the tongue, relieved the thirst in the mouth and brought a sensation of comfort.

The waiter didn't react for a moment, and stared at Chen Ziqi's actions in a daze. It was too late to stop him, so he had to pretend that he didn't see it. He lowered his head and took back the plate, and with the other messengers, he left Zhang Huatai.

"The gods are coming, princes, please." The national master closed his eyes lightly and signaled everyone to enter the hall.

Twelve peacock candlesticks are placed in Zhanghua Hall. The candlesticks are made of brass, each with thirty-six lamp bowls, which are unfolded in sequence like a fan. The twelve candlesticks are lit at this moment, reflecting the entire Zhanghua Hall as if it were daytime.

Chen Ziqi knelt on the cushion and looked up at the tall statue of the god. No one has ever mentioned what the god worshipped by Dazhang is. It seems that only the royal family knows that the people only call it the national protection god. At this moment, Chen Ziqi suddenly felt deceived... Isn't this an ordinary dragon and phoenix present auspiciousness?

One dragon and one phoenix are intertwined, appearing as green clouds upwards, reflecting the candlelights all over the room, which is particularly spectacular. However, this cannot be concealed, it is just a dragon and phoenix that presents auspiciousness!

Emperor Zhenglong and all civil and military officials stood under Zhang Hua's stage and looked nervously above.

In midsummer last year, the gods did not arrive, and the emperor forced himself to search for the prince among the people. I just didn’t know if I had found it this time, so I should not make any mistakes.

Now the royal family's prestige is in jeopardy. If there is no miracles, the next monarch will probably be even more difficult.

The national master stood there, quietly looking at Zhanghua Palace.

A quarter of an hour later, the candlelight in the hall suddenly went out. At the same time, the entire Zhanghuatai shone brightly. The golden light suddenly appeared from the bluestone slab, and the dark patterns on the stone slab turned into extremely clear golden patterns, depicting a golden phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly. The fine feathers clearly occupies the entire Zhanghuatai reads. A golden dragon circled the edge of the round platform, firmly surrounding the phoenix.

"God, come." The national master said this softly, slowly knelt down and kowtowed towards the direction of Zhanghua Palace.

The people in the capital knew that they were going to worship the sky today, and they were waiting in the yard. When they saw the golden light of Zhang Huatai, they knelt on the ground and bowed.

Chen Ziqi sat in Zhanghua's hall, not knowing what happened. The moment the golden light on Zhanghua's platform rushed into the hall, he saw the red chicken hiding on the beam of the room.

"Chaotian?" The light was too strong, and Chen Ziqi couldn't help but close his eyes. When he opened it again, the light from Zhang Huatai had disappeared, and the hall was pitch black. There was only a ray of cold moonlight shining in from outside the hall gate, and there was some light. After adapting for a while, he could barely see the things clearly.

"Please take cherries in your mouth and sleep in the cushion." The national master walked to the front of the hall gate. When the princes put the cherries in their mouths, he slowly walked to the statue, took out a very thin incense from his sleeve, lit it, and placed it on the incense burner. Then, he raised his head slightly and looked at the red-feathered chicken on the beam of the house.

One glance.

I looked at the national master's sight and it was pitch black there, but Chen Ziqi knew the location of the chicken, so I was very sure that the national master was just looking at the chicken!

After raising the incense, the national master withdrew from Zhanghua Palace and closed the door. The entire hall was immersed in darkness, and the scattered moonlight shone in through the carvings on the door, but it was not enough for people to see things clearly.

"Ha..." Someone couldn't help but yawn.

The eldest prince was the most relaxed. He lay down on the ground and fell asleep while pillowing on the futon. The other princes were also drowsy and fell on the futon for a while.

Chen Ziqi looked at Amu beside him and had already been sleeping unconscious. He was also very sleepy, but he couldn't dare to sleep. This sleepiness came too fast and too fiercely, so there must be something wrong!

After pinching himself and forcing him to wake up, Chen Ziqi got up and looked up at the chicken on the beam.

The little red bird slowly moved out the shadow and tilted its head to look at him. The moonlight shone on the two hairs on its head, pulling out a long shadow.

The eyelids became heavier and he couldn't hold on. Chen Ziqi couldn't hold it anymore, so he lay on the cushion and looked at the cherries in his hand. The national teacher asked him to hold it in his mouth and not eat it, but he couldn't keep it all. He swallowed it so big. He would definitely choke to death if he swallowed it. After thinking about it, he put the cherries between the upper and lower lips and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

It felt like he closed his eyes for a moment. Chen Ziqi opened it again and saw the furry little red bird standing in front of him. He wanted to reach out to grab it, but he had no strength at all. He could only watch it, slowly approaching his lips, tilted his head, stretched out his tender yellow mouth, and pecked at the cherry.

"Um..." Chen Ziqi widened his eyes, trying to stop the chicken from destroying the cherry. He had only one, and he was eaten by the chicken. He disappeared tomorrow morning, and he might be a serious crime.

The little red bird obviously didn't understand his anxiety, and slowly pecked the mouthful after mouthful. The big cherry was pecked, and the juice flowed to Chen Ziqi's lips, dyeing the tender lips with a layer of crystal clearness. After pecking for a few times, the little red bird picked out the cherry pits, threw them aside, opened its mouth, and swallowed all the cherry meat.

After eating the cherry, the little red bird seemed very happy. It flapped its wings twice, jumped onto Chen Ziqi's head, hooked his hair with its claws, and screamed "chubby".

The crisp screams were very different from the usual screams, like the broken jade in Kunshan, or like the strings of brocade zi shi. The clear sound of Yue rushed straight into the sky, instantly regaining the Qingming Festival.

His head was awake, but his body could not move. Chen Ziqi smacked his lips and watched the little red bird crawl into his soft and smooth clothes, found a comfortable position to step on it, rubbed his head on his chest, curled up in a ball.

The clothes for sacrifice to the sky were not underwear or in the middle, and they were just a sky-blue robe wrapped around their body. The warm fur was thorny on their chest, and they were itchy and wanted to scratch it, but they couldn't move. Chen Ziqi bit his lower lip and endured it for a while. After the itch passed, the little red bird did not come out. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!