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But, is the sacrifice?

Looking at Ji Qingyuan's expectant gaze, she didn't say that sentence after all.

She did wear sacrificial wardrobe a lot in her previous life, but she couldn't recall the last time she put on sacrificial wardrobe.

Just because the last time she remembered was not the last time in reality.

Ying Baoyue touched the cloth strip on his left wrist.

When she woke up from the coffin and saw her face for the first time from the bronze mirror on the top of the coffin, she was wearing a sacrificial garment.

The sacrificial garment, as her original body was burned to ashes, was left with only an unburned strip of cloth, which was torn in half by her, half by hanging the red jade on her chest and half by the scar on her hands.

Although the sacrificial garment has been burned out, the appearance of the garment often appears repeatedly in her dreams.

For some reason, the style of the sacrificial garment seemed to be a little different from the style she usually wore when she came to the altar as a goddess to worship the sky.

However, she couldn't remember how she put on that dress in any case.

What happened back then?

But she didn't expect that she would wear a sacrificial uniform again under such circumstances.

"What's wrong with you?" Ji Qingyuan looked at the woman beside him and called, "Sister..."

He suddenly stopped in embarrassment when he called him. He said that he didn't know what to call him in this life. Although he didn't mind, the title she had in her previous life obviously did not meet their age in this life.

"Nothing," Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, then looked at the man in front of her and smiled, "What did you want to call me just now?"

"Give me aside," Ji Qingyuan held his forehead and then looked at her and said seriously, "I haven't asked yet, what should I call you in this life?"

When there are people, they can call each other identities, but when there are no one, they still call His Highness the Princess with their relationship, which is too unfamiliar.

But of course he couldn't call him like her in her previous life...

"I don't mind what you call me. Guichen and the others will call me Mingyue for the rest of their lives." Ying Baoyue said with a smile.

"I don't want to be like them," Ji Qingyuan stared at the girl in front of him.

He knew her much earlier than those kids. Those people only knew her now, but he was different.

"That's it," Ying Baoyue thought for a moment and smiled, "Well, call me my name?"

(Theft is anti-theft later)

Seeing that the practitioners of the Eastern Wu were drunk today, the Eastern Wu obviously had given up the acquired ritual.

After all, Qinglong's nerve tried many times, it was impossible for him to summon it again.

And the Tengshe in the Former Qin Dynasty... should have been like this.

Ji Qingyuan looked at the white jaw of the girl beside her, and she really didn't know what she was going to do the day after tomorrow.

"Ying Xun asked me to tell you when you wake up," Ji Qingyuan looked at Ying Baoyue and said, "Tomorrow... it's dawn, that's today. I'll ask you to go to the Ye Mansion, because you joined later and did not prepare a sacrificial suit for you. He asked someone to make one for you on the spot."

"Are you doing the sacrifice? Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard this, and then smiled and said, "It made him worry."

Ji Qingyuan stared at Ying Baoyue with a complicated expression. Ying Xun's serious expression appeared in front of him when he said this.

If it were in the past, the Former Qin people, including Ying Xun, would definitely refuse to allow this woman to participate in the ritual for the reason of not having any sacrifices. Now they have specifically said that they would make a new product for her.

In the Former Qin Dynasty, he had always been accustomed to simplifying the sacrificial garments. "Qin was the Emperor's throne in the Warring States Period, and the robes of rituals and suburban sacrifices were all made of Xuan." Nan Chu always wore crown garments for ritual rituals, but Qin, who advocated practicality, once abolished the crown garments and only had a set of sacrificial garments that were black from top to bottom, called Xuan.

However, even though there was such a tradition, Ying Xun, as the eldest son of the Former Qin generation, personally asked someone to serve as a sacrificial dress for a woman. In a sense, this was not a trivial matter. At that time, Ying Baoyue fell asleep in the carriage and didn't know. When Ying Xun said this, the other Former Qin teenagers around him widened their eyes, and Ji Jiashu's expression was also a little surprised. Later, Ye Jingshu, who arrived, changed her face directly.

If it weren't for the Northern Wei saint who suddenly sent someone to send a message to meet the Ye family's legitimate daughter, Ye Jingshu would have started a fuss on the spot. In the end, Ye Jingshu reluctantly restrained herself to the private room where the Northern Wei saint was. No one else objected again, and the matter was settled.

Thinking of the complicated expression at that time, some of the teenagers of Former Qin opened their mouths, but wiped the sweat from their foreheads and finally bit the other Former Qin people who gritted their teeth and made no sound. Ji Qingyuan looked at the girl beside him.

In a sense, in such a complex background, identity and interest entanglement, other Former Qin people could not speak, perhaps only she could do it.

Under such adversity, this girl is gradually being recognized by the Former Qin people.

This is her.

She was so excited that he was looking forward to.

"No matter what kind of sacrificial dance the Former Qin Dynasty is about to dance," Ji Qingyuan looked at Ying Baoyue beside him and smiled, "I am looking forward to seeing you in sacrificial clothes."

As the representative of the goddess and his mother, she also wore sacrificial clothes to participate in the sacrifice of heaven many times, but he was too young to meet him at that time.

Ten years have passed, and he is finally qualified to see it.

"Is that true?" Ying Baoyue smiled when she heard this, "Then you must look at me well then." Seeing that the practitioners of the Eastern Wu were drunk today, the Eastern Wu obviously had given up the acquired ritual.

After all, Qinglong's nerve tried many times, it was impossible for him to summon it again.

And the Tengshe in the Former Qin Dynasty... should have been like this.

Ji Qingyuan looked at the white jaw of the girl beside her, and she really didn't know what she was going to do the day after tomorrow.

"Ying Xun asked me to tell you when you wake up," Ji Qingyuan looked at Ying Baoyue and said, "Tomorrow... it's dawn, that's today. I'll ask you to go to the Ye Mansion, because you joined later and did not prepare a sacrificial suit for you. He asked someone to make one for you on the spot."

"Are you doing the sacrifice? Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard this, and then smiled and said, "It made him worry."

Ji Qingyuan stared at Ying Baoyue with a complicated expression. Ying Xun's serious expression appeared in front of him when he said this.

If it were in the past, the Former Qin people, including Ying Xun, would definitely refuse to allow this woman to participate in the ritual for the reason of not having any sacrifices. Now they have specifically said that they would make a new product for her.

In the Former Qin Dynasty, he had always been accustomed to simplifying the sacrificial garments. "Qin was the Emperor's throne in the Warring States Period, and the robes of rituals and suburban sacrifices were all made of Xuan." Nan Chu always wore crown garments for ritual rituals, but Qin, who advocated practicality, once abolished the crown garments and only had a set of sacrificial garments that were black from top to bottom, called Xuan.

However, even though there was such a tradition, Ying Xun, as the eldest son of the Former Qin generation, personally asked someone to serve as a sacrificial dress for a woman. In a sense, this was not a trivial matter. At that time, Ying Baoyue fell asleep in the carriage and didn't know. When Ying Xun said this, the other Former Qin teenagers around him widened their eyes, and Ji Jiashu's expression was also a little surprised. Later, Ye Jingshu, who arrived, changed her face directly.

If it weren't for the Northern Wei saint who suddenly sent someone to send a message to meet the Ye family's legitimate daughter, Ye Jingshu would have started a fuss on the spot. In the end, Ye Jingshu reluctantly restrained herself to the private room where the Northern Wei saint was. No one else objected again, and the matter was settled.

Seeing that the practitioners of the Eastern Wu were drunk today, the Eastern Wu obviously had given up the acquired ritual.

After all, Qinglong's nerve tried many times, it was impossible for him to summon it again.

And the Tengshe in the Former Qin Dynasty... should have been like this.

Ji Qingyuan looked at the white jaw of the girl beside her, and she really didn't know what she was going to do the day after tomorrow.
Chapter completed!