When the cold wind from the northwest blew through the entire capital region and entered the palace, the banquet was almost over. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info accompanied by the sun slowly rising from the east, a trace of golden light sprinkled on the golden hall, dispelling the chill brought by the cold wind. Most of them, who had already drunk and staggered, were escorted by the guards and left the palace one after another to the rest area in St. Peter's Square.

The festival is about to begin!

At the same time as the nobles left the palace, Pope St. Martin Carol Ramon of St. Peter's Church and Ali Sequoia of the Sisters' Order, surrounded by hundreds of archbishops and priestesses, entered the royal temple. Along the way, St. Peter's chants never stopped, loud and high-pitched, so that the drunken old men were shocked when they heard it, and most of their drunkenness disappeared.

The Prince, accompanied by LaBelle and Tom, was dressed and headed for the temple. The crazy things that happened last night had been completely forgotten by the prince, and he only remembered the wonderful scene of the graceful little palace maid writhing her body under him. Thinking of this, the prince sitting in the sedan chair couldn't help but harden. He quickly sat up straight, fortunately the palanquin was designed for him alone. According to the old practice, the emperor or his heir had to sit in a special palanquin to enter the temple courtyard, and then bow three times and bow nine times to enter the temple hall for sacrificial activities.

The worship of the jongmyo was the exclusive right of the emperor or heir, and only one female priest was allowed to accompany him. The other royals can only wait outside.

The prince felt a little uncomfortable, and there was a faint ache there, and he began to wonder if he had gone too far last night and broken his little brother. Thinking so, he secretly untied the sacrificial costume that the palace maid had worked so hard to tie, and looked down to see that the little brother had already burst out of thin blood. The prince was taken aback, and really regretted that he didn't listen to the advice of the old eunuch Label, what should he do with this Nima? The prince was a little anxious, and in desperation, he lifted the curtains on both sides of the sedan chair and glanced at Label.

LaBelle respectfully followed the side, saw the sedan curtain on his side opened, saw the prince squeezing his eyes at him, and quietly leaned over and asked, "Your Highness, what's the matter?"

"Grass, I'm bleeding!"

LaBelle looked at the prince's somewhat pale face, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, if it were an ordinary person, LaBelle would have fanned it with a big mouth, but in front of him was the prince, since he had already put most of the bet on this little bastard, he had to wipe his ass for him. LaBelle took a deep breath: "Your Highness, don't panic yet," as he spoke, he took out a small bottle from his pocket, "Here are some painkiller powders and hemostatic medicines, you wipe them first, and then think of a way after the sacrifice is over!"

When the prince saw the hemostatic medicine, he happily took it, put down the curtain and began to tinker with it himself. But I didn't see the sinister smile on LaBelle following outside the palanquin.

When the prince's palanquin arrived outside the temple, there were already two lines lined up at the door, the cardinals of the church on one side and the priestess of the sister group on the other. The sedan chair stopped, and the prince walked out of it with a somewhat awkward movement. Tom and LaBelle hurried forward to help. The prince straightened his body, looked into the distance, and fell directly on the group of young and beautiful priestesses. Although they were tightly wrapped all over their bodies, the charming eyes that peeked out from the edge of the scarf could completely make up for it, and the carcass under the robes would be so attractive!

The prince swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the pain below made him have to put aside these nonsense thoughts for a while, and came to the front of the line with the support of the two people. A cardinal in his fifties stopped the three people and said, "According to the usual practice, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should start here and walk in by himself!"

The crown prince looked at the long procession, and his gaze fell on the three people at the end. Although he had never seen it, he could guess that the old man with a pair of piercing eyes and the papal crown was St. Martin, and the little old lady curled up in a robe next to him was the high priest Ali Sequoia, but there was a young and tall priestess standing next to her. The prince understood that this year the young priestess would enter the temple in place of Grandma Ali Sequoia. Thinking of this, the prince suddenly felt that his whole body was filled with strength, he pushed Tom and LaBelle away, straightened his chest, "You wait here!" and strode inside.

This red carpet is more than thirty meters long, but when the prince walked more than ten meters, suddenly a tearing pain between his 11 legs hit his whole body, and the prince slammed and tightened his legs slightly. He swallowed hard, gritted his teeth and walked on, but the steps grew smaller and smaller. The smile and vigor on the prince's face also changed.

Tom, who was waiting in the back, immediately understood, turned his head and exchanged glances with LaBelle, "This ......"

"Don't worry, it's okay!" LaBelle smiled confidently, and then led the rest of the people who didn't want to do it to a palace not far from the temple. Because of the meeting, the members of the royal family will come to the outside of the temple.

The prince finally walked through the long carpet to the Pope and his grandmother, paused slightly, and slowly knelt down on one knee. The Pope stretched out his hand and placed it flat on top of the crown prince's head, and said: "Merciful St. Peter, your magnificence travels through the past and the present, and blesses the entire empire. The Pope's hand left the Prince's head, and the Prince took the wrinkled and somewhat dry hand and kissed the somewhat cold ring on it: "Amen!"

The prince stood up, moved to Mama, knelt down on one knee, and Mama bent down and kissed the prince lightly on the head. The prince got up, and Mama took the prince's hand, and then placed it in the hand of the priestess beside her. The prince felt the smooth and soft hands of the young priestess, and a heat rose in his lower abdomen.

The prince looked at the stunning face under the veil in a daze, and unconsciously had been led to the temple by the priestess. The doors of the temple were slammed shut, and the papal chant rang out outside, and then hundreds of bishops and priestesses sang a loud chant!

"What's your name?"

"Your Highness, you can't speak during the sacrifice, this is a great disrespect to the ancestors, and you will be punished by the ancestors!" the priestess struggled to break free her hand from the prince's hand, her robe was crooked, she tidied up her clothes, and said righteously.

The prince put his hand in front of his nose and sniffed it, and a faint fragrance rushed into his nostrils. The prince took a deep breath, then closed his eyes with great enjoyment. "My ancestors didn't know who I was. I don't know them either!"

"Your Highness, you can't say such things!"

When the prince opened his eyes, the excited expression on his face changed to a slight anger, but when he saw the beauty in front of him, the anger quickly dissipated. He smiled slightly, "Well, okay! So, let's get started!"

The priestess looked at the heir of the empire with some inexplicability, this was the first time she had performed this kind of sacred temple sacrifice, although Ali Sequoia had told her a lot before, and she had practiced several times, but she was disrupted by the prince in front of her. She calmed down a little, closed her eyes, and began to recite the eulogy to the rhythm of the chant outside the temple!

The prince listened to the humming chants outside, and listened to the crisp but tiresome sound in his ears, and felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He moved his knee and knelt for a few minutes feeling a little pain. The priestess walked slowly around her in a circle preparing for the worship of her ancestors. The prince lowered his head slightly, noticing the little pink feet that inadvertently peeked out of the robes as the priestess walked. Rubbing nail polish!

The prince was shocked by his discovery, can the priestess also wipe nail polish? He shook his throat and slowly raised his eyes, and just as the priestess walked in front of the prince again. The Prince's gaze fell on the priestess's writhing buttocks, which, though concealed by the wide robes, could still imagine the seductive melody that swayed with the priestess's steps.

Soon, the thing in the crotch of the prince's pants 2 reacted again, and with the slightest pain, the pants pushed out of a protrusion.The prince subconsciously tightened his legs, and his mind echoed with the cute little feet of the priestess with nail polish. The crown prince frowned, what does this mean? He thought, his mind was not on the sacrifice at all.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, should you kowtow?"

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"Your Highness, it's time to kowtow!" The priestess was almost speechless, her first time she was defiled by this prince, in case Mama asked, what should she say? He is the future emperor, and he must not tell the truth to Mama, saying that the future emperor actually thought about it when he worshiped his ancestors. But lying was a big no-no for priests!

The prince glanced at the priestess standing on his left, obediently kowtowed to the ground, and when he lowered, he glanced at the priestess's cute little nail polished feet with crooked eyes. When he had finished, the priestess said a long prayer, and the prince prostrated again. This time, the prince finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, and when he lowered his head, he grabbed the priestess's foot at once.

"Ah!" the priestess exclaimed, and stepped back, but her foot was still in the prince's hand, and the other foot stepped on the hem of the robe, and her body immediately lost her balance, and fell to the ground with a thud. As the priestess's body fell backwards, the hem of the robe flew up, and at that moment, the prince clearly saw that the priestess was actually not wearing pants!