Chapter 151 Unknown
Helian Qi narrowed his eyes, suddenly put away his Miao Dao, turned around and left on his horse, leaving Lu Qianshan alone.
When he was riding past Xie Zhaochu, he whipped Xie Zhaochu's horse's buttocks again. The black horse neighed and rushed out suddenly.
Xie Zhaochu cried out in surprise and instinctively leaned over to hug the horse's neck. The wind whistled in his ears and his heart was pounding.
But she didn't fall.
Lu Qianshan felt uncomfortable watching this, but after Xie Zhaochu sat down, he turned around and looked at him, then followed Helian Qi away.
His hand on the hilt of the sword was clenched until it turned white. It was better to have less trouble than more. If he lost his temper now, he would be letting Xie Zhaochu down.
Xie Zhaohe will not have an easy time in the court either.
They watched Helian Qi and his group go away until their backs disappeared from everyone's sight.
Chang An stepped forward and said, "Master, everyone has left. It's time for us to return to the Protectorate."
Lu Qianshan pursed his lips, turned his horse, and returned with the bride's escort. Chang An could see that his master was feeling uneasy and muttered softly, "The Southern Barbarians are really going too far. We've already accommodated their customs. Our Ministry of Rites has been busy preparing Princess Mingyi's dowry for so long, and in the end, they still insist on letting our princess ride into Southern Xinjiang on horseback."
"If it weren't for the current shortage of gunpowder, I wouldn't have agreed to Mingyi's marriage when I returned to the capital. And what about Helian Qi..."
He sighed deeply, and began to doubt whether it was right to let Xie Zhaochu marry. Today, he was still present, and Helian Qi dared to be so arrogant. What about the future?
Could it be really as Xie Zhaohe said?
Would the marriage alliance only embolden Southern Xinjiang's arrogance? Since she was so sure and had the imperial seal in her hands, if she insisted on stopping it, it would be useless even if Lord Pei talked to him to death.
Xie Zhaohe, why do you always like to keep things in your heart?
Am I not your husband?
Halfway through the journey, Chang An asked again, "Speaking of which, why is it that only the Young Master of Southern Xinjiang is here? Where is the High Priest of the Moon Worshiping Cult?"
The actual person in charge of Southern Xinjiang is the King of Southern Xinjiang, and the religious person in charge is the high priest.
Moon worship is prevalent in the southern Xinjiang area, and even the royal family is no exception. The Moon Worship Cult serves the Moon God, and the high priest is considered to be the human incarnation of the Moon God, so he is almost a god-like existence in the religion.
"The royal family's wedding is such a big event, and the high priest of the Moon Worship Cult doesn't show up?" Chang An asked.
"The high priest is the incarnation of the Moon God, but he is not the real Moon God. People like him are not destined to marry, and they have to avoid such things in the secular world."
Chang An sighed after hearing this. He hated these kinds of pretentious things. He didn't believe in religion and didn't understand why the people in Southern Xinjiang were so weird. He immediately said, "The only ruler of the world is the emperor. Where did this Moon God come from?"
Lu Qianshan glanced at the mountains in front of him. He came here shortly after he and Xie Zhaohe got married and has stayed here ever since. At first, he didn't believe in the gods and ghosts in southern Xinjiang, but as time went by, there were always some things that he couldn't explain.
He sighed deeply, "It's better to believe it than not. With more than half of the people in Southern Xinjiang believing in the Moon Worship Cult, it must have some extraordinary qualities."
Southern Xinjiang is separated from the Central Plains by only one mountain, which is so high that it reaches the clouds, as if separating heaven and earth.
When Princess Mingyi first arrived in Southern Xinjiang, she was required to pay homage to the Moon Temple according to etiquette. The high priest Feng Qi presided over the ceremony. His silver mask covered half of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as cold as frost.
When Xie Zhaochu knelt down, the candle on the altar suddenly flickered without wind, and the oracle bone in front of him suddenly cracked into a fine line - this was a warning from the Moon Goddess, foreshadowing something ominous.
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