Yuan Song almost wanted to cry, a face was unbelievably beautiful. Just followed Chang Ning's words without hesitation, "Ask the priest to return to his place!" Ask the priest to return to his place! Ask the priest to return to his place! Yuan Song didn't dare to stop at all.

As soon as everyone saw the person standing on the high platform who didn't say a word in front of the great master, they had some conjectures in their hearts, and they knelt down and shouted after Chang Ning. "Ask the priest to return to his place and relieve me of the siege of the southern city."

"Ask the priest to return to his place and relieve me of the siege of the southern city."

"Ask the priest to return to his place and relieve me of the siege of the southern city." The crowd shouted one after another, almost crying.

The young man who brought Mo Qingye and a few people over before was like seeing a ghost, Nima, now I have met the great master and the priest, he is going to be blessed with the rhythm of the sky.

Forgive him, he hasn't read anything in his life. I just think it's a good word.

Mo Qingye sighed in his heart, indescribable feeling. even gave birth to a little guilt, to all those who trusted her and trusted the National Teacher's Mansion.

Seeing the hatred of the golden city lord gritting his teeth, there was also a little anger in his heart. She is a short-term person, as long as she takes people under her wings, she will hardly think about it anymore.

With a cold snort, he raised his hand and slapped it, and with a snap, the Golden City Lord lost two teeth.

This hand shocked everyone even more, and directly confirmed her identity as a priest.

"The Lord of the Bold Golden City, as the parent official of Nancheng, has disregarded the lives of thousands of people. Ignoring the efforts of the people, thousands of catties of food were wasted. This is a great sin! Are you guilty? Mo Qingye had a cold face, and looked at the Golden City Lord who had half of his swollen face blankly.

Jin Shuyi at the bottom had tears on his face, and he couldn't resist the nature of father and daughter. Ran over crying. "Daddy, Daddy. How's it going, Dad? The tears on Jin Shuyi's face fell straight down.

But she never mentioned Mo Qingye's slander of her father.

The Golden City Lord wanted to stand up. But he couldn't lift the slightest energy. He only raised his head, wanting to say something, but spit out a mouthful of blood again. There was a bit of fierceness in his eyes, and he no longer concealed half a point. "The old man is the lord of Nancheng who is ordered by the Holy One, even if he is guilty, he is also the Holy One! Besides, the dignified priest is so irresponsible when he speaks, and without evidence, don't slander the official!! The Lord of Jincheng made a loud noise, and calculated that he was the official of the court, and Mo Qingye could not do anything wrong.

Jin Shuyi was deeply sad, and his cuffs clenched the letter he had secretly picked up yesterday. She didn't know who had delivered the letter. But those notes from her father. Even if she's blind, she recognizes it. Her father had always had a habit of writing secret letters, and there would be a pause every time he cut a few words. And the pause is still regular. These are known only to those close to you.

The prince silently glanced at Jin Shuyi, then closed his eyes and stopped looking at her. A faint smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.

Such a merciless person. Not worthy of family affection. does not deserve to be loved by the people of the southern city. Be in a high position. Nature is tougher than others. What's more, the crown prince is still cultivated by the future prince of the Great Zhou, so he is naturally a little colder than others.

"Evidence?" Mo Qingye chuckled, and his tone couldn't stop mocking.

Smiled at the people on the ground. "Miss Jin, is your father worthy of the love of the people of Nancheng? Is your father working hard for the well-being of Nancheng? Didn't your father poison Nancheng? Every time Mo Qingye said a word, Jin Shuyi's face turned white.

She is already chivalrous, and she is even more bent on taking her father as an example, so she can't accept the facts. At this time, even if he knew that his face was inappropriate, he couldn't control it at all. Every time I asked, I felt a substantial change in the gaze of the people around me.

The Golden City Lord pushed her away, and he almost fell backwards with this push. Cursed angrily, "Waste! ”

Jin Shuyi, who was scolding, almost had red eyes. Biting his lower lip, his eyes were red, and he stood there alone. I wanted to get close to her father but didn't dare to get close, and she looked a little pitiful.

Although the people did not believe it completely, they felt that something was wrong. This golden city lord has always held his daughter on the tip of his heart, but I'm afraid it's really a little boring.

The Golden City Lord laughed lightly, even if he knelt down, he didn't hide the sarcasm in his eyes. "This official is the official of the court, and he has his own holy decision." As long as you avoid today, you won't be able to help Mo Qingye in the future.

Mo Qingye glanced at him meaningfully, with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

The sacrificial dance had already reached a critical moment, and even the great master sat up slightly straight, as if it was a little solemn.

Communicating with the heavens is an extremely delicate ritual. The affinity for people has reached a strange level. He has been sacrificing for so many years, and he doesn't dare to neglect half a point. At this time, he felt the aura slowly gathering, and even the great masters were a little surprised.

He didn't see Mo Qingye pinching the trick, and even she was still talking to the Golden City Lord just now, what's going on?

At this time, the saturation of the aura in the air had reached an extremely full level, but I could only see that the delicate and frail person's clothes were moving slightly, his ink hair was flying, and the aura was circling around her. Seems to be playful. You can see her ease.

The great master pursed his lips, and his face was a little dark. How easy it was when she sacrificed for Mao? She doesn't feel hard because of Mao! The great masters who have been worshipping for hundreds of years suddenly felt a little tasty.

Obviously, it is written in the forbidden book in the door, and those who communicate with heaven and earth will be suppressed, so calm for Mao! Nima, I'm my own!

Seeing that Mo Qingye's body was getting lighter and lighter, the Great Master's face darkened layer after layer. The same people don't have a fate! He was still a little nervous, but Mo Qingye had only returned to the throne not long ago, and Tiandao might not buy it. Even he had the best intention of helping. I didn't know that this was an unbalanced scene.

Seeing this scene at this time, he felt that he was raised by his stepfather. All women are inferior to men! silently glanced at the old sky, which was even a little weaker than the sun.

Even Bai Zijin was surprised. Although his own master does not often preside over sacrifices, he is also physically and mentally exhausted after each sacrifice. It's never been easier. He glanced sympathetically at the master on the high platform, and the silent protector did not dare to speak.

Liang Nianyu lowered her head and stepped back slightly, although she didn't know why the master was suddenly full of low air pressure. But he knew that the master at this time was resolute not to be provoked.

Looking at the small shoulders that seemed to be able to support heaven and earth, Liang Nianyu's eyes were a little warm and warm.

At this time, the heavens and the earth changed drastically, and even in the distance, you could see the clouds surging in the clear blue sky, as if the peace had been disturbed by something. Quickly floated in the sky towards the southern city.

Kyocaka.

Seeing this scene, the whole capital was moved. All the way out, the streets were full of kneeling people.

"This is the priest performing the sacrifice, this is the priest performing the sacrifice." Someone shouted in a trembling voice.

The emperor in the palace also smiled at the corner of his mouth, and even drank an extra bowl of the decoction sent by the concubine. Squinting his eyes slightly, he saw that the wind and clouds in the air had changed color, and only the top of the palace where he was located did not move. In this heart, I have a good impression of Mo Qingye. (To be continued.) )