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The bright moon hung in the sky, and the white moonlight gilded the earth with a thin layer of silver light.

It adds a bit of desolation to the hall within the long palace walls.

Shamanic Priests' House.

Shaman Ranchi sat calmly and calmly on a futon, his head wearing a strange animal face, and the mask was topped by a thick circle of bird feathers.

The clothes on his body were made of various animal skins and colorful embroidery pieces, and he also held a jet-black bone in his hand.

Shamans are the spiritual leaders of clans and tribes, they communicate with spirits and have the ability to foresee the future.

And the status of the Ranch Shaman is very noble in Daewoo, and even His Majesty has to give him the greatest respect.

Not far in front of Shaman Lanqi, there was a large incense burner with a copper tripod, three incense sticks inserted into the incense burner, and the pale gray smoke slowly diffused out.

Behind the incense burner sat a man in his forties with a solemn expression in a brocade robe and a golden crown.

"How's it going?"

Shaman Ranchi raised his narrow eyes under the mask and said lightly, "You have won." ”

The man's face was relieved, but he didn't believe it all, and pulled the corner of his lower lip, "Why is there no news?" ”

Shaman Lanchi's eyes were fixed on the incense burner, his eyes were gloomy, and he murmured, "Tomorrow at night, the fate will come to an end." He is not the embodiment of Kowloon after all......"

"Tomorrow?" The man's heart rose again.

"There is no escape!" Shaman Lanchi's heavy voice rang out.

"I'm afraid there will be changes." Still not at ease.

Shaman Ranchi didn't get angry at the man's questioning, he just digressed the topic.

In a gentle voice, he continued: "Some time ago...... Mother Dokoho gave me a prophecy. ”

The man was stunned, and his heart trembled suddenly, the prophecy of the Mother of God?

Shaman Ranchi whispered, "The prophecy says...... After the flame of Phoenix Nirvana burns, the City of Goddesses will be born, and the Eight Desolate Lands will rise again. ”

Hearing this, the man's body trembled violently, and his eyes widened suddenly.

The City of Goddesses?

"The city of goddesses was born, and the blessings and misfortunes of the world are unpredictable!"

"Lan ...... Strange...... Has this prophecy been communicated to Your Majesty? ”

The man seemed to be covered with a chill all over his body, and his eyes hidden in the darkness were gloomy and staring at his feet.

Shaman Ranchi shook his head, and he glanced at the man with deep meaning, "There is no need to inform Your Majesty about this matter at this moment.

The matter of the goddess is arranged by the Mother of God and cannot be changed. Don't even think of changing your life against the sky, even Your Majesty can't stop it, otherwise ......"

The man's eyes darkened, since this is the case, let's borrow a knife to kill.

……

After eating supper, Qian Junbao stood up from the stone chair.

Ye Qing also got up, in fact, she said that she was not tired, but she had not rested well since she got up early in the morning, and she was already a little lacking in energy.

She only yawned, and Qian Junbao knew that she was sleepy, and said softly, "Let's go back."

These things are placed here, and tomorrow morning the servant will be cleaned up. ”

"Woo~Hmm! Good ......"

She wanted to sleep a little, and when she stood up, she couldn't help but yawn again.

When he returned to the Red Lotus Courtyard, Qian Junbao called out the girl on duty at night and ordered, "Bring two basins of hot water." ”

"Uh, do you still want to take a shower?" Ye Qing raised his somewhat sleepy eyelids and asked.

"It's just a matter of washing your hands and face." After he finished speaking, he stretched out his fingers, gently picked up her soft hair along her ear, and put it on the back of her neck, "You sit here, I'll wash it for you." ”

His slender cold fingers touched her ears, but Ye Qing felt that the tips of his ears were burned.

When the two maids came over with the hot water in the copper basin, Qian Junbao personally twisted a handkerchief.

He took the handkerchief and began to gently wipe it on Ye Qing's face, and then gently scrubbed her hands a few times.

Under the reflection of the candlelight, his whole person became more and more plump, and there was only the woman beside him in those light-colored eyes.

He did it naturally, very focused. Even if he is doing such a thing, he is still noble, outstanding, and graceful.

It was as if the woman under his hand was his rare treasure.

Ye Qing's heart trembled slightly, and he was a little sleepy, but he obediently squinted his eyes and cooperated with him, like a well-fed baby.

One of the delicate and pretty little maids watching from the side was obviously surprised, and her eyes were firmly fixed on her young master Bao of the Zhilan Jade Tree.

Gently washing the ugly Ye and wiping her hands, as if she was serving a three-year-old child, she bit her lip secretly, with envy and jealousy in her eyes.

Qian Junbao glanced at the maid slightly, and said to them lightly: "You guys go out, without my orders." In the morning, you don't have to come in again. ”

The little maids could only nod, and the pretty maid glanced at Qian Junbao again, and then turned around and went out.

Qian Junbao walked to the side of the bed, lifted the red mandarin duck quilt, and a snow-white brocade cloth appeared.

Ye Qing, who followed over, was just stunned for the moment when he looked at the Jinpa, and he was not ashamed, thinking that the customs of the ancients were like this.

She quietly glanced at Qian Junbao, but saw him reach out and put away the snow-white brocade and put it at the end of the bed.

Qian Junbao looked at her who was a little stunned, but just smiled and said, "Lady, you sit here and take off your shoes." ”

Ye Qing was stunned and sat on the edge of the bed obediently.

Yiyan first took off his embroidered shoes and white socks, and was about to start taking off his outer clothes and preparing to go to bed.

saw Qian Junbao suddenly squatting down, putting another basin of hot water under her feet, and then stretched out his hand.

Seeing what he wanted to do, Ye Qing's face was as red as cooked dried shrimp, and he hurriedly shouted, "I'll come by myself." ”

Qian Junbao lowered his head and said softly: "Lady, just sit down." ”

"No, I'm going to be very uncomfortable with you." Ye Qing shrunk his feet.

Qian Junbao's gaze froze slightly, watching her retract her feet into the embroidered shoes.

His gaze froze, and he didn't say anything, just raised his head and stared at her with round, watery eyes.

But Ye Qing was panicked by his gaze, and couldn't help curling his toes again.

"I ...... The feet are ugly. She licked her lips and said with a twist.

Actually, her feet are not ugly, but she thinks it is her own aesthetic.

Ye Qing heard that many women from rich and noble families have the habit of binding their feet, and some white-faced scholars and gentlemen are even more sought after for the beauty of the three-inch golden lotus.

Ye Leek Ya has a mother like Ning Ruoxi, so it is naturally impossible to bind her feet since she was a child, and now she is fat.

Her pair of feet, let alone three inches, seven or eight inches must be there!

"Ya'er, you are beautiful everywhere in my eyes. Relax, will you listen to me tonight? ”

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