Luo Qianqian got down from the carriage at this moment, the hollow carved purple and gold crown on his head tied up his long hair, and he was wearing a dark color narrow-sleeved python robe, and the auspicious cloud pattern embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs shone slightly silver under the reflection of the torch. A wide belt with moon-white auspicious cloud patterns around the waist, where the dragon-shaped jade pendant originally hung has been replaced by Luo Qianqian with a pure white drop-shaped mutton fat jade, which is crystal clear. The slender and upright figure stands against the wind, and the whole person is plump and handsome, revealing the innate nobility.

Luo Qianqian knew that Long Yunche had always been a person who was not leaky on the outside, so he still had a cold face at the moment, and he couldn't see the slightest expression on his face, which made people feel unattainable. But the agility in the depths of those eyes was absolutely different from Long Yunche's coldness.

Looking at the kneeling crowd in front of her, she cleared her throat and imitated Long Yunche's tone and said, "Flat." ”

The prefect Jiang Heng hurriedly thanked him, got up and led his officials forward, leading Long Yunche and his party towards the high observation platform opposite the sacrifice.

The wind wing followed Luo Qianqian's side step by step. Originally, I was worried that Luo Qianqian would show his feet, but he never expected that Luo Qianqian had done a very good job so far, and he really looked exactly the same as the prince.

He would not have thought that Luo Qianqian, a modern person, has been influenced by many film and television dramas and online novels, and he still knows some simple etiquette. And I heard him say some things about Long Yunche, and I also roughly deduced Long Yunche's character, so it is not difficult to learn.

The position on the observation deck has been arranged, and Luo Qianqian is arranged in the middle main seat, and next to him is the Jiang Governor's Mansion. Maybe it's really too excited, this Jiang Governor's Mansion has been talking about various topics all the way around. Even though Luo Qianqian cautiously did not respond much, the prefect was still looking for various topics to talk to her.

Feng Yi on the side frowned, and his heart was dark: If it is the real prince, one look can shut up this nagging old man!

And Luo Qianqian went in one ear and out the other, listening to the introduction of Jiang Zhifu to do a sacrificial thing, but his eyes began to look at this sacrificial venue.

The whole sacrificial square resembles a small stadium in modern times, except that the stands are relatively low, and people stand to watch. In the middle of the square stands a tall wooden platform that spirals upwards and is three stories high at its top. At the highest point, there is something that looks like a ding.

Jiang Zhifu saw Luo's shallow gaze looking at the high platform, and immediately explained: "Lord Wang, the highest place is the important item of this sacrifice: the harvest tripod. ”

Luo Qianqian became curious about this unheard item and asked, "What is the purpose of this tripod?" ”

After nagging for a long time, the prince finally responded, which shocked Jiang Zhifu's spirit, and he hurriedly replied: "This is the tripod donated by the family of the founding general Ouyang, at the end of the sacrificial activity, as long as this tripod is lit and burned until the next rainy day, it will be extinguished by the water of heaven, and then the tripod will be sent to the Liuyunguan in the city to pray for blessings, then we will ensure that the wind and rain in our northern county will be smooth all year round." ”

Luo Qianqian nodded, thinking how this was similar to the modern Olympic flame.

Jiang Zhifu had just finished speaking, a person dressed as a little Taoist boy walked quickly from the side, whispered a few words to Jiang Zhifu, Jiang Zhifu hurriedly bowed to Luo Qianqian and said: "Lord, the auspicious time has come, do you think the sacrifice has begun?" ”

Luo Qianqian continued to pretend to be deep, just waved his hand, and the wind wing on the side hurriedly said: "The prince is approved, let's start!" ”

When the little Taoist boy heard this, he immediately bowed deeply and retreated. After a while, only the bells and drums rang out, and a group of burly and sturdy men dressed in sackcloth and wearing masks on their heads, with eight big men carrying a log platform in the middle, slowly walked into the center of the square with the beat of the drums.

Jiang Zhifu leaned over and said respectfully beside Luo Qianqian: "Lord Wang, this is a sacrificial dance to be danced every year. The one on the original stage is the prayer girl selected this year. ”

Luo Qianqian had already seen a woman sitting upright on the log platform. I saw her wearing a fiery red dress, with long black hair pulled up on her head, a shining peacock crown, and a red light veil on her face, and her face could not be seen clearly from a distance.

To the rhythm of the drum, the woman slowly stood up from the log, and her willow-like waist swayed and jumped with the rhythm. From a distance, it looks like a flickering flame. As the drumbeat became more and more intensive, the woman began to spin on the log platform, and the fiery red clothes slowly spread out, like a blooming peony flower, accompanied by the firelight, Luo Qianqian found that her wrists and ankles were wearing silver jewelry, just like the flowing fireflies on the fiery red flowers, shining in the light of the fire.

The strong men around him also followed Huhe's rotation, bent over and squatted up, and that action turned into a busy scene of clearing wasteland and farming in Luo Qian's eyes. Such a blessing dance made Luo Qian's eyes look intently, and Jiang Zhifu on the side also touched his beard and nodded again and again.

The last violent beating of the drum was followed by a sudden pause, and the strong men snorted, each kneeling on one knee, facing the woman, raising his hands above his head, and then bowing down in unison. The woman in the middle was already standing there, her hands folded in front of her chest, quietly receiving the worship of the people around her.

At the end of the blessing dance, all the people around me cheered. The people in the stands also clapped their hands and nodded. Luo Qianqian secretly admired the artistry of the working people, couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his lips, and nodded again and again.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhifu, who had been paying attention to the prince's every move, rolled his eyes, and hurriedly turned his head to order the person around him, and the person took the order and left.

After the blessing dance, I saw a group of people dressed as Taoist priests hugging this Taoist who looked like a fairy wind and bones slowly ascended to the high platform. I saw him holding a peachwood sword at the big table set up in front of him, and there were words in his mouth, and the peachwood sword was waved and slashed, and occasionally a handful of rune paper was sprinkled and fluttered all over the sky. The people below held their breath and didn't dare to say more. For fear of disturbing the Taoist chief above, pray for blessings.

Luo Qianqian looked at it expressionlessly, in fact, she was still a little nervous in her heart. Although she crossed over here by accident, she was no longer so suspicious of the so-called Taoism after a trip to the underworld. I also know that there will always be a few true cultivators in this world, if I see that she is now a lonely soul, will I cast a spell to drive her out of this body?

Listening to Qing Ling's meaning, she doesn't seem to be able to survive with a soul body until she finds her true body, and it seems that this issue must be discussed with Qing Ling next time.

Staring at the Dao Chang for a while, and seeing that the Dao Chang was just dancing around with a wooden sword, Luo Qianqian relaxed his heart, and then felt quite bored. Withdrawing his eyes, he looked around. The high platform was surrounded by people watching the excitement, and most of them looked at the Taoist chief with a reverent face and prayed for blessings, after all, this is related to the harvest of the year. But there are also some people like Luo Qianqian, their eyes are not on the Taoist on the high platform, but looking around.

It's just that some people's eyes seem to be looking at the viewing platform intentionally or unintentionally, if it weren't for the fact that in the body of Long Yunche, a martial arts master, Luo Qianqian really couldn't see so clearly at night.

His heart suddenly moved for no reason, frowning slightly, and Luo Qianqian turned sideways and called, "Wind Wing." ”

Feng Yi hurriedly bowed down and responded, "Lord Wang." ”

"I suddenly had a bad feeling, isn't your prince worried about a killer this time? I don't think you have many guards with you. ”

Luo can't be blamed for being shallow and timid, she still has lingering palpitations after two assassinations. When I went out last night, curiosity overcame fear, and now thinking back on Long Yunche's identity, I don't know why I suddenly felt uneasy in my heart.

Feng Yi frowned when he heard this: "Don't worry, the prince has his own arrangements." ”

Luo Qianqian felt that something was wrong there when he heard this. At this time, the Taoist on the stage had already finished the practice, wrapped a ball of rune paper on the arrow of a feather arrow, walked down the high platform to the front of the viewing platform, bowed deeply, and said: "Lord, Lord Prefect, after the poor Dao practice is completed, please also make the final ignition prayer." ”

Ignition? The corners of Luo Qianqian's lips moved slightly after hearing this word, if he came to use the bow and used archery to light the fire, it would really be like the Olympic ignition ceremony.

She was thinking about it, but she saw Jiang Zhifu hurriedly waving his hand behind her, and a person who looked like a small man walked over with a longbow.

Luo was stunned for a moment, and said secretly in his heart: Is there really a bow?

Jiang Zhifu stepped forward to take the arrow in the hand of the Taoist priest, with a smile on his face, and said respectfully to Luo Qianqian: "Lord, it is a blessing for the people of our Beijun to invite the prince to participate in this year's prayer festival in the north city. As he spoke, the old man knelt down on his knees and raised the feather arrow in his hand above his head to Luo Qianqian.

Seeing this, the rest of the officials and the people actually knelt down and said in unison: "Please bless us!" ”

Luo Qianqian suddenly had the urge to hit himself in the crow's mouth!

Feng Yi on the side was also a little dumbfounded, he had never participated in this prayer festival, and he didn't know that there was such a process in the end. If it was the original prince, it would not be difficult to shoot an arrow to light a fire, but now it is another woman's soul in the body.

Judging by her reaction to the assassins on the previous two occasions, she must not know any martial arts at all, so how could she shoot arrows?

Feng Yi had a cold face, stepped forward and said, "Governor Jiang, do you think this matter should be done by a prince?" ”

Originally, the final blessing was done by people with high qualifications, good archery skills, and superior family backgrounds selected from the army. But yesterday, after Jiang Zhifu invited Long Yunche, he felt that this was a good opportunity to make a fool of himself, which not only showed the prince's martial arts, but also made the prince fall into a good reputation of loving the people, and he could still let the prince remember, wouldn't it kill three birds with one stone? It's up to the people who are chosen to come and don't have to come.

As soon as he heard Feng Yi's words, Jiang Zhifu's originally excited heart became a little uneasy, for fear that he would be slapped on the horse's leg this time. Just as he was about to kowtow and ask for sin, he heard the prince say: "Okay, this time let this king pray for the blessings of the people!" ”