173. Chapter 173 Princess Saint Virgin was burned to death
Andre rushed up, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the carriage.
The carriages are racing, the horses are racing, and the horses are galloping.
Fang Fei struggled to poke her head out of the carriage, only to see that he had put on a big bamboo hat. At that moment, he had already seen the tear-stained girl's face, so elegant and sad, just like the first time.
Astonished.
However, it was already the last time. He stopped staying, got on his horse decisively, turned around and walked away. In the distance, he could see the billowing smoke in the carnival square, and could vaguely hear the deafening cheers.
He frowned, so disgusted. This was a crazy country. He thought that if he could wait for the day when he came to power, the first thing he would do would be to repeal this terrible and ridiculous law. However, he did not know that his father was
He thought the same way when he was a boy. But in the face of powerful folk customs, even if you are an emperor, how can you really challenge the traditions left by your ancestors?
Carnival Square.
A fire had been lit under the flower stand. It was burning blazingly. The drunken people looked at the girl in white gauze with wide eyes. She was covered with a veil, so she couldn't see her face or figure clearly, but because of her drunkenness, everyone
Everyone used their imagination for the most beautiful thing - that girl was so beautiful that she captivated the city and the country.
She was like the most obedient lamb, lying in a hanging basket of flowers. Then, her body was fixed and limply pressed against the cross. Her body was covered with flowers, and her smile was also like flowers - people who drank too much palm sap,
It was like taking drugs, and my soul was already in a state of ecstasy. I felt that such a beautiful girl was laughing.
The high priest's pigtails were messy, and his hair fell on his face full of scars. He smelled of wine from head to toe, and he had completely entered a state of madness. He was singing and dancing, chanting praises to the great god, and then
, with a wave of the sword, he hit his nose. The bridge of his nose crooked, and blood flowed out from his nose. Infinite joy surged in his heart, and his voice was like a misty magic voice in the sky: "Light the fire..."
The clergy who had been prepared threw the candles in their hands into the fire one after another. There was only a crash and the fire burst into flames.
The flowers, the flames, the girl in white gauze... all these are fixed into the beauty of the carnival. The girl is as quiet as a lamb, and together with the crazy people, she sacrifices herself to the great god.