Zhang Jing sat in the yard with a cup of hot tea in front of him.

tomorrow,

The ancestor worship ceremony will be tomorrow.

Zhang Jing was very relaxed. When he arrived, he didn't feel the tension he had before.

After preparing for the ancestor worship ceremony for so long, I believe the senior executives of Dongqi must have made some preparations.

And Zhang Jing is just a small leader of the Imperial City Command.

The people who stand are also far away, so it is difficult to affect him.

Besides, Zhang Jing would not rush up so stupidly.

All he can do is protect himself and get some benefits by the way.

......

On the eighth day of September, the 16th year of Yongning, Dongqi.

The place where the ancestor worship ceremony was held was located in the Imperial City Ancestral Temple in Dongqi.

The tablets of ancestors of the Eastern Qi Dynasty were worshipped here, and their tombs and some of the tombs of the founding officials were outside the capital.

The outermost circle of the Imperial City Siwu Guard under Zhang Jing.

As for inside, there are personal guards in the palace guarding.

Rows of personal guards were all wearing golden lock armor.

The armor shines brightly under the sunlight.

It gives people a very majestic feeling.

These personal guards were selected layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by border troops of the Eastern Qi Dynasty and elite troops of the Zhenwusi.

There are not many people, but they are all good players.

Moreover, his figure is very tall.

At least Zhang Jing looked around and found no one was ugly or shorter.

Among the Imperial City Siwu Guards under Zhang Jing, many people were indeed involved as Han Qianshu had said before.

Wang Teng even reported to him, but he suppressed them all.

He also told Wang Teng to say less and do less, just pretend that nothing has happened.

Zhang Jing did not wait outside, but followed Han Qianshu's footsteps.

This was not what he meant, and no one had notified him before.

It seems that Han Qianshu just had a temporary idea.

Han Qianshu took Zhang Jing through several layers of personal guards before stopping.

Because, they have arrived at the place.

This is also the first time Zhang Jing has met the Emperor of Dongqi "Li Ye."

When he was a little distance away before, Zhang Jing raised his head and looked at it.

His face is indeed very majestic, and he may be like this if he stays at a high position for a long time.

Zhang Jing didn't look at it for a long time, just looked at it slightly, and only remembered that Li Ye's nose was tall and straight.

Zhang Jing has heard that the Emperor of Dongqi also has cultivation, but it is not very strong.

If you reach the sky, you will be the first-class peak realm and you will definitely not reach the innate level.

Although the emperor is known as the emperor, he is just an ordinary person without breaking through the innate world.

Moreover, according to the classics in Zhenwusi, the emperor basically did not live past a hundred years old.

At most, he was over 80 years old, and at the shortest, he died at the age of fifty.

You should know that the emperor is not an ordinary person. He will take some tonic medicines every day to extend his life.

Among them is the spiritual tea given to Zhang Jing by the second prince before.

It is very precious to the people below, but to the emperor, it is nothing.

But even so, the emperor's life span is not long.

Many people in the world speculate about the reason for this.

However, the most widely circulated is that the backlash obtained by using the body of a mortal to suppress the destiny of a country is the culprit.

Zhang Jing thinks this kind of rumor is still somewhat credible.

After all, in this world where the peak martial arts powerhouse suppresses a giant mountain with one hand, everything is possible.

"Constructor of the Zhenwu Department, Han Qianshu, please see Your Majesty," Han Qianshu bowed slightly as he said that.

With his strength and status, he has been allowed to meet him long ago.

"Zhang Jing, Zhenwusi, see Your Majesty."

Zhang Jing knelt down on one knee directly, but Han Qianshu refused to worship because he had the strength and status.

However, Zhang Jing did not, so he had to worship.

"Han Aiqing please get up," Li Yexu raised his arm.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Han Qianshu nodded slightly, then stood aside, and Situ Qi nodded to him.

"Zhang Jing? You are the one Zhang Jing who has been ranked 11th in the Dragon and Tiger List before?" Li Ye's thick voice came.

"Your Majesty, it's the empress," Zhang Jing bowed his hand and looked down at him with his eyes.

These etiquette mirrors have been specially viewed, so there is no panic.

"No, not bad, young and promising, Han Aiqing, your military department is so talented," Li Ye laughed and looked at Han Qianshu beside him.

"It's all for your Majesty," Han Qianshu bowed.

Li Ye nodded and said softly:

"Okay, get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Zhang Jing stood aside after hearing the sound.

The second prince and several other princes stood together. When Zhang Jing turned his head, the two looked at each other.

However, there was no speech.

This occasion is not suitable for reminiscing.

This time, the ancestor worship ceremony, is a formality in the official terms.

So basically all the officials from the Ministry of Rites came, and the others were off today.

After all, only a few civil servants have cultivation. If a war really comes, there will be a lot of casualties.

Soon, no one came.

The four-domain commanders did not come because their mission was not here.

The altar before the ancestral temple has been laid out, with two candles on it.

On the desk are pig's head, cow's head and sheep's head.

These three things are the three animals, and in addition to these, there are five fruits.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites are now responsible for all kinds of messy etiquettes.

The most noticeable thing is an old man wearing a Taoist robe before the altar.

The old Taoist's hair and beard were all white and rosy, and his face looked like a fairy-like appearance.

The water vapor and clouds rose all over his body. With a wave of his hand, there were actually some subtle grass sprouting in the gaps in the bluestone slabs under his feet.

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes, and he naturally didn't recognize the old Taoist.

However, the young man holding something beside the old Taoist seemed familiar.

After looking carefully, Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly shrank, and he saw his face clearly.

Didn’t the young man shouted something before: “I won’t eat any shit. Hey, is it just a fool who plays?”

"Why is he here? Or is he just looking similar?" Zhang Jing thought in his heart.

This is simply incredible.

Although he didn't know the old man, Zhang Jing, he could still feel his status and strength.

He is definitely a great master who can be invited to preside over the sacrifice.

The status difference between the two is too great.

Bai Shazi seemed to have felt something, and suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Jing.

Then, he grinned.
To be continued...