Chapter 1733: No, the person on the stage is not Yimo
Pomegranate didn't understand why her lady did this, but she obeyed and put on the bell and started to dance the rain prayer dance.
"Dingling...Dingling..."
The crisp sound of bells sounded along with the dancing steps of pomegranate, and the sugar baby smiled and rolled his eyes.
The next day, Tangbao had breakfast and went to Yimo's yard.
Yimo had a gloomy face, and his eyes shone with malice and resentment.
Today is such an important day, but she can't go. It's all because of this dead girl!
If this damn girl hadn't been protecting those damn bald wolves, how could she have ended up in this situation?
Tangbao ignored Yimo's ugly face and said with emotion: "Speaking of which, Miss Yimo's foot injury is really timely. Otherwise, Miss Yimo is afraid that Miss Yimo will be asked to preside over the rain praying ceremony.
It’s because we don’t pray for rain at all. After all, the bell never rang when Miss Yimo performed the rain-praying dance.”
Yimo: "..."
His expression changed, and he was hit directly by Tangbao.
She wanted to say that she could definitely ask for rain, but—
She had danced so many times to pray for rain, but the bell on her body never rang.
Yimo suddenly felt strangely in her heart that what Tangbao said actually made sense.
Tangbao glanced at Yimo, with a look of justice on his face.
"In front of everyone, if Miss Yimo doesn't pray for rain and the bells on her body don't ring, I'm afraid the identity of the high priest's heir will be lost." Tangbao continued: "Because Miss Yimo injured her foot,
I'm in a bad mood. I didn't argue with Miss Yimo before, but now I have to make it clear that Miss Yimo, you can avoid being embarrassed on stage today, all thanks to my big wolf."
After Tangbao said this, he paused, looked at Yimo's expression of almost vomiting blood, and continued: "My big wolf is spiritual. He must have seen some cause and effect, and deliberately helped Miss Yimo. Miss Yimo, you
But you can't repay kindness with hatred and bully my big wolf in the future." m.gΟиЪ.ōΓＧ
"Su Tang! Shut up!" Yimo resisted the urge to vomit blood and hissed: "That damn beast, I will never let it go!"
I will never let you go!
Yimo never said this sentence.
After all, she still expected Sugar Baby to heal her injuries.
Tangbao gave Yimo an "ungrateful" look.
Yimo: "..."
What's that look in your eyes?
Tangbao successfully aroused Yimo's anger, made Yimo angry, and left in a good mood.
However, when I left, I had an extra baggage in my hand.
Xiacheng is built on a mountain, and the rain praying ceremony is held halfway up the mountain.
On the high altar, there is a bronze statue of a flying dragon.
There are four large bronze tripods at the four corners of the east, west, south and north.
The open space under the altar was already crowded with people who came to watch the rain praying ceremony.
Tangbao and Xuanyuan Jin, as distinguished guests of the priest's house, were arranged at the front.
However, only Zhao Wu was around the two of them, and Pomegranate was not there.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
As the drums sound, the rain praying ceremony is about to begin.
Taylor looked down the mountain anxiously.
The time is coming soon, why hasn't eldest brother come yet?
"Sir Taylor, why hasn't Miss Yimo come yet?" A man with a sturdy back and rich clothes said meaningfully: "Today's rain praying ceremony is of great importance. Could it be that Miss Yimo is worried that she will not be recognized by the gods, so she doesn't
Dare you come?"
As soon as the man finished speaking, the sugar baby immediately pricked up his ears for gossip.
Coming, coming...
She knew that Xia Cheng must have voices against Taylor and Yimo.
After hearing what the man said, Taylor was so angry that her nose almost crooked.
Who in the entire Xiacheng doesn't know what happened yesterday?
This Jingman did it on purpose!
Huh! When Mo'er inherits the position of priest, he will definitely make this Jingman look good!
"Mo'er was injured and couldn't come. Otherwise, I would be able to pray to the gods for rain today!" Taylor said while holding back his anger.
Jingman has a certain degree of power in southern Xinjiang, and Taylor does not dare to completely break up with Jingman now.
"The high priest is here..."
Someone in the crowd whispered excitedly.
People looked back one after another and saw the high priest wearing a silver robe with wide sleeves and a silver mask on his face, slowly walking up the steps.
The whole person is as ethereal as a fairy, exuding an otherworldly aura.
Taylor's face was happy, and then he thought of something, and his expression was a little dull.
"Meet the high priest!"
The people knelt down and worshiped.
Tangbao once again felt the high priest's distinguished status in southern Xinjiang.
The high priest walked to the altar and raised his hand slightly.
"Everyone, get up."
The people who were kneeling on the ground stood up one after another.
"High Priest, these clothes of yours..." Taylor walked up to the High Priest and whispered anxiously.
This is clearly not a costume for praying for rain.
The high priest glanced at Taylor and said in an indifferent voice: "Let's get started."
Taylor: "..."
Even though he was puzzled, he still had to bow and say: "Yes, High Priest."
After Taylor finished speaking, he turned around and announced loudly.
"The rain praying ceremony begins!"
As soon as Taylor's voice fell, the drummer standing on the side of the altar immediately started playing the drum desperately.
The intensive sound of drums seemed to beat on people's hearts. The people who had just stood up knelt down in the direction of the bronze statue with a roar.
All of them looked pious and prayed in their hearts to their gods to send down rain and alleviate the drought.
Taylor also knelt down.
Everyone was waiting for the high priest to come on stage to pray for rain, but the high priest stood still.
At this time, a tall girl with a silver scarf on her face walked towards the altar step by step along the white jade stone steps on the side of the altar.
The girl wears an exquisite silver crown on her head, a gorgeous black dress embroidered with the Five Poisons pattern with silver thread, and a string of silver bells on her wrists and ankles.
"It's Miss Yimo!"
"Why are Miss Yimo here?"
"Isn't Miss Yimo injured?"
"Didn't you say that the high priest personally prayed for rain?"
"..."
When the people kneeling on the ground saw the girl walking up to the altar, they couldn't help but talk about it.
Taylor also looked stunned.
Is Mo'er's foot injury healed?
No! This is not Mo'er!
Taylor's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Who is this?
Taylor was about to stand up and ask, when Jing Man next to him said with an ugly face: "Sir Taylor kept it a secret. It seems that Miss Yimo's injury has recovered."
After saying that, he glanced at Taylor and said, "I just don't know if Miss Yimo can get the approval of the gods and send down the rain?"
Jing Man's tone was full of doubt and unwillingness.
His son died in Yimo's hands!
He only regretted that he could not find conclusive evidence and could not avenge his son!
After hearing Jing Man's words, Taylor suddenly paused when the words came to his lips, and a flash of light quickly flashed in his eyes.
Now, everyone regards this woman as their daughter. If this person can ask for rain, then it is his daughter who asked for it. If not...
Humph! Pretending to be your own daughter and disrupting the rain praying ceremony is a capital crime!