Chapter 142: Sacrifice to Heaven with the Prince! 2
At an auspicious time in the afternoon, the royal worship team walked out of the palace with great force
Inside Long Xun, Feng Manxiu still has that lazy posture
Murong Wushuang was still sitting not far from him with a calm expression.
Looking at her sideways, Feng Manxiu secretly imagined how Murong Wushuang would look in women's clothes, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Hearing his laughter, Murong Wushuang just ignored it
Two people, one with an evil smile and the other with a cold heart
We wandered all the way to Puji Temple, but no one said a word.
On the rooftop, there are mountains of tributes
Above the incense table, smoke fills the air
Under the sacrificial platform, all the officials bowed their heads, and Jing Jing led the imperial army to strictly enforce the ban.
Offering sacrifices to heaven, offering wine, reciting sacrificial words... everything is in order
Because Murong Wushuang was not from his own country, he could only stand under the eaves of the Yijiao Temple in the distance and watch from a distance.
Looking at the crimson robe on the altar, even when toasting to the sky, he still has a lazy posture with full sleeves.
Murong Wushuang couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips
This guy, even God wants to make fun of him!
When an old minister walked up to the altar and read the long and boring memorial words, Murong Wushuang finally lost interest.
Turning around, she wanted to walk around and take a look
"Master Murong!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as she took two steps, the sound of the mirror came from behind her
Murong Wushuang turned around and said, "General Jing, is there something wrong?!"
Jing Jing respectfully raised his fists towards her with a businesslike expression on his face.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has ordered Jing Jing to carefully protect Young Master Murong. If the young master wants to take a look around, Jing Jing can accompany him!"
Hearing what he said, Murong Wushuang couldn't help but look sideways at Feng Manxiu on the altar.
Even though they were far apart, she still felt his eyes looking towards her.
Is this guy monitoring her words and deeds anytime and anywhere?!
Murong Wushuang secretly despised Feng Manxiu in his heart, but his face remained calm and calm.
"General Jing wants to protect the prince, so Wushuang won't bother you anymore!"
As she spoke, she immediately returned to her original position.
As dusk approached, the monks gathered around the sacrificial platform and recited scriptures