Jing Qiandai was wearing a long skirt with a golden and white background, covered with a red cloak, and stood slim in front of everyone.

Los Angeles stood not far from her, quietly staring at her.

Usually Qian Dai is beautiful enough, but today, she must be the most beautiful woman in the entire Dragon Kingdom, no, the whole world, because even if she never showed a smile, the look in her eyes was also thrilling and seductive, coupled with her well-dressed face, Luo Cheng believed that at this moment, all the days were under her skirt.

Luo Cheng's face was crimson, but he looked at her intently, Qian Dai seemed to have noticed his gaze, turned his head and smiled slightly, but when he looked back, he withdrew his smile and stood beside the emperor obediently.

Everyone got up at the end of the day, but in fact, it was not until the end of the day that Yiyou would go up to the altar to listen to the saints, and from now on, for nearly two hours, everyone could only stay under the altar and listen to the heavenly master reciting the sacrificial mantra on the altar that no one could understand.

Just now, everyone stood dizzily and listened to this jerky language, and no one could concentrate. Some people even thought that these Heavenly Masters are not deceiving, and what they say is nonsense, but in fact, they don't even understand what they say.

But this kind of talk can only be thought about in the heart at most, if you really want people to know that they have this kind of thought, ten heads are not enough to kill the head. Chen Junyan gritted his teeth in the crowd, and he could still find some reason in the dizziness, so he only dared to think about it now.

At this moment, not only him, but everyone under this altar is complaining, but they are all the same, they only dare to complain in their hearts.

Sixteen years have passed, and the important ministers of the court have basically changed several batches, all of whom are still young and don't know what this festival is all about. As for those elderly ministers of the court, Jing Qianyun naturally wouldn't let them stand with them for two hours. Now that it's winter, this cold wind gusts, if these old heroes are also frozen, it will be terrible.

As a princess, Qingyang is naturally blessed, and she took Chen Junyue to sit happily next to the queen mother, and Chen Mowei naturally got some blessings as a concubine. As for Chen Junyan, he could only stand outside while being blown by the wind while listening to the unknown language that came out of the mouth of the heavenly master.

Who calls themselves curious to come and see? Chen Junyan really can't say it, this morning to get up and blow the cold wind here for two hours, just don't need to take a fan to pretend to fan, but the heavenly book in the mouth of the master that day is really drowsy, but this cold wind is blowing, even if you want to sleep, it is impossible to sleep, as for holding a fan to cover it, it is even more impossible, do you think this is going to the Qinglou to play, this kind of occasion can be allowed to take you with it is good, as for holding it in your hands, no one needs to drive you out, The disdainful gaze of the person next to you is enough to kill you. If it weren't for the presence of so many people, he would be stared at if he moved a little, and Chen Junyan really wanted to leave.

But even a young master like Chen Junyan is a little unaccustomed to it, and if he changes someone like Luocheng who has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, this kind of thing is really nothing. It's just L.A., but it's obviously not in a state.

No way, for him, the damage caused sixteen years ago was the heaviest.

That day was a little different from today.

There was no bright sunshine, and the sky was a little gloomy from the morning, but the festival continued even after heavy rain, so even in this weather, no one cared. Perhaps the only thing that worries Los Angeles is that it is such a weather, and the body bones of Qiandai, who is not very warm, can stand it.

That day, everyone was shivering in the cold wind, and even the emperor couldn't support it, but the Heavenly Master was reading it on the altar, and who would dare to interrupt it.

Finally, the long incantation was finished.

After all these years, he didn't know if the things that this Heavenly Master had read out were the same as they were sixteen years ago. But not to mention that it has been so long, even if the festival is held once every five years as before, it is impossible for anyone to clearly remember what this Heavenly Master recited. In everyone's hearts, no matter how studious nerds are, they just want to end it all as soon as possible at the moment.

Luo Cheng looked at the Heavenly Master as he did sixteen years ago, and ordered the boy beside him to walk to Yiyou with a basin of clear water, no, now it is Qingmeng's side. The chosen princess washed her hands with the water in the basin, and then, by herself, slowly, slowly, walked towards the altar.

The altar is far away, but it will eventually go up.

Luo Cheng's heart suddenly pinched.

As the defense officer of this festival, he knew the next steps better than Jing Qianyun. Princess Qingmeng would walk up to the altar and stand beside the Celestial Master, who would still speak something that people did not understand, and then send Qingmeng to the center of the altar and light torches around her.

That fire was just to cover up the body of the Listening Sage, and it didn't hurt her, and Los Angeles ordered people to try many times, many times, as long as they didn't deliberately look for death, no one would be fine. When the fire is at its highest, the Celestial Master shouts to the sky, and all the soldiers shout along, and she dances inside.

It must be the most beautiful scene in the world, in the jumping sparks, an elegant but fierce figure leaping in it, it must be spectacular and beautiful, just like now, Princess Qingmeng, who is already sitting in the center of the altar, waiting for the divine fire to be lit.

But Qiandai couldn't wait for this beautiful moment, and she would never be able to wait for this moment.

As she climbed the steps of the altar, an arrow, straight at her heart.

It's too unexpected, and again, it's too late.

The guards will only be under the altar and will never be allowed to go up. And on the high altar, there is only the Heavenly Master and his acolyte, who have no power to bind the chicken.

But Yiyu was shot by an arrow in the middle of the steps.

The arrow, in front of everyone, pierced Qiandai's body, and before everyone had time to react and there was still a smile on their faces, Qiandai fell on the steps.

No one has time, no one can have time to save her, let alone such a grand ceremony, who would have thought that there would be an assassin. Even if there is, the target should be the emperor who is smiling and staring at his daughter, not her, the princess.

But that's how things happened in front of everyone.

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