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Suddenly, Mo Ran felt a strange gaze, with deep exploration, which did not fall on her on purpose by accident. His eyes slightly sternly. Mo Ran looked in the direction of his feelings, but saw that his gaze came from an old man, sitting at the lower left of the queen, wearing a strange robe, with a lot of gray and white long and dry, but neatly combed.

That man...is the priest's assistant.

In those dim eyes, there was a completely different indifference and bystander than ordinary people. She calmly looked at everything around her, as if she could block the glitz of expression and see the ugliness and desires hidden in people's hearts. This may be the difference between the priests. There is no emotion in their eyes, even if she is just the priest's assistant.

Seeing Mo Ran raise his head, the old man still looked at her openly, while Mo Ran remained silent and nodded slightly before turning his eyes away. She did not say hello to the priest, but after a short look at each other, she always felt that such people were a bit dangerous because their inner world was completely different from normal people, and Mo Ran could not guess what they would think.

This assistant is already so sharp, and I don’t know how capable the real priest of Fengming Kingdom is...

After finally getting over the banquet, Mo Ran barely remembered who came today even if he was not interested. After the banquet, Mo Ran and his two mothers returned to the prince's mansion. Feng Jiaren also knew that she wanted to give Mo Ran a space to reunite, so she did not follow him.

This is the first time Mo Ran has arrived at the Prince's Mansion. It is very gorgeous and grand. There are many gardens and courtyards on the mansion, but there is no sense of belonging that Mo Ran wants. Looking at the servants who pass by occasionally, Mo Ran feels stranger.

"Oh, does your father miss me? He is really not in a hurry at all, and he doesn't say he will take us back." Qiqi Gnanqin went to the soft couch and said boredly.

"It should be thought about it." Mo Ran said.

But Qiqi Gnanqin glanced at Mo Ran and said, "Personal."

Mo Ran said again: "I must have thought about it. My father is just a slut. You should know more about Sanniang than me."

Qiqi Gnunchen nodded, "This is true, but you are more introverted than your father, and Sanniang knows it too."

Mo Ran choked, what does it have to do with her? It really caused a fire to burn her body.

"I agree with Sanniang's words." As she finished speaking, Tang Tian walked in, stretched, looking like she had not woken up.

"I am not afraid of my shadow slanting. What do you say?" Mo Ran said, and she thought these two people had been holding on here for a long time and used her for fun.

Tang Tian drank a few cups of tea, and after a little sober, he said, "Feng Yiren is afraid that she will really do something big this time. The disciples of the Shenyin Sect have lurked a lot in Phoenix City, and their cultivation is excellent. Feng Yiren has been here for more than a month. This old guy is afraid he still wants to be the emperor of Fengming Kingdom."

Mo Ran said: "The disciples under her are not worth worrying. Feng Jiaren will not be unable to deal with these people. The key is what Feng Yiren plans to do? Where will she start."

Tang Tian said: "I have carefully checked the altar of the awakening ceremony. The location of the Phoenix Flower is in the center of the altar. If Feng Yiren takes action, she will definitely choose there."

Mo Ran said: "Who is closest to that?"

Tang Tian said: "You, your mother, and Feng Jiaren."

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows, "If Feng Yiren takes action alone, it would not be difficult for me to hold her back. In addition, Feng Jiaren is almost foolproof."

Tang Tian said: "That's right, I'm afraid she will come prepared or there will be any variables on the scene."

Mo Ran said: "Then I will let Bai Qi and Tang Jinyin respond. There is no need to tell Feng Jiaren about this. My task is to solve Feng Yiren, and the rest of the things are Feng Jiaren."

Tang Tian couldn't help but look at Mo Ran jokingly. She was becoming more and more cunning, but it was becoming more and more surprising.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the awakening ceremony. Early in the morning, Mo Ran and Zheng Yuwei were taken into the palace. They were surrounded by a group of people to change clothes, put on makeup, and dance the sacrifices. The makeup was often very gorgeous, like many colorful things in nature, with strange patterns on their bodies and extremely bright makeup on their faces. When everything was finally over, Mo Ran looked at the person in the mirror and couldn't react for a long time.

She raised her hand, and the person in the mirror also raised her hand, reflecting her shocked expression. Mo Ran was sure that it was her.

It was a bit too charming. Her eyes were already long and narrow, and it was already very attractive without applying makeup. The red rouge lifted the ends of her eyes into her temples. When her eyes moved, it was fascinating. The palace maids standing beside her secretly glanced at them from time to time. The stunning in their eyes was so strong that they had never seen such a beautiful woman. They didn't know how to describe the beauty. They just felt that it would be worth it for a lifetime to be able to see her in this life.

Mo Ran stepped back and looked at it. The person in the mirror was mysterious and luxurious. The red clothes were painted with extremely fine feathers, and the feathers of monsters were sewn up. At first glance, it looked like a phoenix's tail feather, arrogant and eye-catching.

But Mo Ran frowned and suddenly felt disgusted by her outfit. No matter how beautiful the makeup looked, it became disgusting in her eyes. With a wave of her hand, the mirror was broken by the palm wind, cracking countless lines, and the portrait in the mirror suddenly blurred.

Mo Ran turned around and asked coldly, "Where are my mother and the prince?"

The palace maid Mo Ran suddenly got angry for some reason and was so scared that she knelt down and replied, "Go back to the prince, right next door."

Mo Ran stepped out of the door, but did not go directly to find Zheng Yuwei and Feng Jiaren, but walked into the garden. The weather was not good today, the sky was low and clouds were everywhere. It seemed that there would be wind and rain soon, just like today's awakening ceremony, with a surging tide.

When the wind blew, Mo Ran's anger that had just risen inexplicably dissipated a little. She looked down at the bright red clothes, but still couldn't like it. After watching it for a long time, she even had the urge to take off and burn it clean!

Mo Ran had somehow had to compete with a piece of clothing, so he raised his head and looked at the sky, trying to ignore his current dress.

Soon, a scream came from behind, and it was Feng Jiaren's voice.

Mo Ran turned his head and saw that Feng Jiaren and Zheng Yuwei were both out. Their clothes should be the same, but the colors were different, which made the temperament completely different. Feng Jiaren's clothes were white, lively and elegant, while Zheng Yuwei's clothes were blue, cold and noble.

Feng Jiaren's eyes turned back and forth on Mo Ran and Zheng Yuwei several times, and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful! Today's dance of Fengwu, if you don't believe that the ancestor of Fenghuang is unmoved, it will definitely protect the prosperity of Fengming Kingdom's inheritance and prosperity."

Feng Jiaren's ambition did not infect Mo Ran. Mo Ran just glanced at her indifferently and went out first.

There were three sedan chairs parked outside the garden, which were specially used to pick up the three of them. The sedan chair passed through the palace and walked all the way to the altar outside the palace. There was only gauze around the sedan chair. People outside could not see the appearance of the person inside, but could see the dignified figure. The dancer who danced to the phoenix today is an extremely noble character. Such a grand appearance is also part of the ceremony.

There were crowds of people on both sides of the street, and the crowd was excited, and they were still shouting the names of the three people. Mo Ran was listening there, and he felt like millions of fly in his ears, extremely upset, and his eyes gradually became a little more irritable. He wanted to drink and stop shouting, but they held their hands tightly, and they didn't know how much effort they had to endure it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the gauze curtain next to it swayed gently, as if nothing had happened, but after a while, a low laugh suddenly came, "Haha..."

Mo Ran was shocked and turned his head suddenly, but saw a person leaning against the curtain on the right, Xuanyi Mo, the corners of his mouth were evil, his eyes were half-hung, extremely lazy and extremely strange.

"Leng Yu, why are you here?" Mo Ran asked in surprise. Isn't that man the Ghost King?

He was close to the corner of the curtain, which happened to be a visual blind spot, and people outside could not see it.

The Ghost King curled his lips and smiled: "Today, my dear master is dancing in costume. Of course, I have to stand nearest and see the most clearly."

The expression in Mo Ran's eyes suddenly softened. The Ghost King must have cared about her. He knew that she could stand alone, but he still came, "Leng Yu, come here."

The Ghost King raised his eyebrows slightly, and was a little absent-minded by Mo Ran's soft voice. The tears at the corners of his eyes shook and said with a smile: "What are you doing?"

Mo Ran said, "I want to hug you."

The smile on the corner of the Ghost King's mouth suddenly widened, and he swept around and said with great interest: "Of course I have no objection, but you are not afraid of these people seeing it?"

Mo Ran also looked around, but it was fine if she didn't look at it. When she saw it, the irritability that had just come up again. She took a quick breath and said, "Leng Yu, come here."

The Ghost King flashed and just as she finished speaking, she stretched out her long arms and hugged Mo Ran into her arms, lowered her head and kissed her vermilion lips. The rouge that had been applied not long ago was all wrapped in her mouth by the Ghost King. Her flexible tongue pried open Mo Ran's lips, and swept across like a storm.

Mo Ran was very excited for some reason, so she took the initiative to cooperate and even kissed her more intensely.

There was a burst of surprise and anger outside the sedan chair. They looked at the man who suddenly appeared in the sedan chair in disbelief, and they couldn't believe that he was kissing Mo Ran fiercely.

"Who is that man! Let go of the prince!"

"Kill him! He dares to insult the prince! Blasphemy the awakening ceremony!"

"How can the prince do this? She is not worthy of dancing to the phoenix dance again!"

Everyone shouted, trying to rush over, but was blocked by the soldiers along the way. The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the sedan chair was blocked, leaving and stopping.
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