"Ah!" Baoluo suddenly sat up a petite figure in the gauze tent, with black hair scattered on the plain white bedclothes embroidered with large magnolias.
From the corner came trotting ladies rest room, separated by curtains and asked, "Tai Ji, how do you?"
The girl one pair of delicate hand on his own neck, fingers trembling slightly, "Pei Yun, someone tried to strangle me ......"
gauze Flicked away, a plain and gentle face came in. Fortunately, there was only a silk quilt specially prepared for summer on the bed, crumpled up. The noble Di Ji sat stiffly with her knees folded, desperately clutching something in front of her neck, her eyes full of panic.
Pei Yun saw that the skin exposed under her collar was scratched with a few red marks by her fingers, and hurriedly pulled her hand away: "Don't be afraid of Di Ji...have a nightmare."
Di Ji Duanyang exhaled a long breath. Lying on her back on the bed, her loose hair pressed under her body, her delicate face full of exhaustion.
Three beautifully carved large tripods were placed in the three corners of the room. Large chunks of ice were placed inside the tripods, which were slowly blowing white air upwards. Even though the scorching sun outside is like fire, there are still gusts of wind in Fengyang Palace, which is cool and comfortable.
Pei Yun held the gauze tent: "Di Ji, do you want to dress and take a bath?" The
person on the bed turned over, frowning, and a trace of impatience appeared on his handsome face: "Dressing? What's the matter today?"
"In the afternoon, Princess Zhao I want to go to Xingshan Temple to pray for blessings, I want Emperor Ji to accompany you..." Before the
voice came, Emperor Duanyang's pupils tightened, and one turned over and sat up, his back pressed tightly against the wall, shaking all over: "My palace is not going to Xingshan Temple! "
Di Ji..." Pei Yun was startled. "But isn't this what you said when you visited the Toffee three days ago?"
Duan Yang's ear seemed to echo that weird voice again, calling out in her ear. "Goddess..."
"Who is talking?" The
ancient trees in the temple towered to the sky, the bluestone slabs were covered with moss, the wind blew the leaves and the leaves made a rustling sound, and the bronze bells hanging on the cornices quivered.
"Goddess, hurry up with the villain. I have been waiting for you for a long time." The
surrounding scenes changed rapidly, and the raised cornice in the temple quickly changed into dense forest, and then to a large wasteland, the mountains were undulating like waves, and the green wheat fields were endless. In the end, he returned to the temple where the temples stretched.
"What is this doing?" She looked around, the same as when she first came, except that the sky was very dark, and the sky seemed to be covered by a huge cloth, airtight, and there was dead silence all around.
"The position of the goddess is wrong...now it's right."
"Who are you, why call me goddess?"
The voice laughed, and then ups and downs followed countless laughs, some of which were thick and some Old, some immature, there are as many as a hundred people.
She took a step back, and looked back, the ground was densely packed with people kneeling. They slumped on the ground in a pious manner, as if they were enshrining her as a god: "Goddess has arrived, and the ceremony has begun."
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