This is a guest room specially provided for the nobles and nobles from the North who come to pray for blessings. It is not luxuriously decorated, but very elegant. Every year during the carnival and sacrificial ceremony, the princes and princesses will come here from top to bottom. Although this is also a temple.
, but it has been separated from the temple by two or three miles to maintain the absolute sanctity of the temple. Only women praying for rain can enter the temple, and no one else will be allowed to enter.
In the first main guest room, Concubine Lin Xian couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up from the simple chair and walked to the door. Over the years, she was completely at the level of a queen. It was just Luo Jia who wanted to commemorate the deceased prince's biological mother.
There was a delay and no queen was established. But she was recognized as the ruler of the Sixth Palace.
She looked at the door anxiously, and finally heard the footsteps. She immediately went up to meet you and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, I finally see you..."
Concubine Lin Xian is already in her early thirties, but she is good at dressing up, has a rosy complexion, is full of charming charm, and is considerate. Although she also has a son, she does not dare to do anything in the harem where beauties are emerging in an endless stream.
Relax and worry about other beautiful women all the time. Luojia is full of energy, and you never know who his new favorite will be at the next moment. However, due to her age and the protection of her son, Concubine Lin Xian's status can be regarded as obscure.
Rules the sixth house.
Today, I don't know if her unabashed longing and jealousy is because Luo Jia is in a bad mood. Seeing her, she can't feel relieved at all.
Concubine Lin Xian held Luo Jia's hand affectionately and said angrily: "Your Majesty doesn't know how to take care of yourself. Look, I haven't seen you these days and look so haggard. I really feel sorry for my concubine... Come here and stew it for Your Majesty."
The ginseng soup is served..."
The two palace ladies hurriedly brought the ice box, which contained stewed ginseng soup. It was very well preserved and you could smell the fragrance.
Luojia became energetic, took a big drink, and said with a smile: "My beloved concubine is still considerate. Why are you here so early?"
"Well, I saw that His Highness the Crown Prince was ill. This is the foundation of the country, so I wanted to come and see it early. In addition, the sisters all wanted to come out early and pray for rain with all their heart and soul. I hope the gods will bless my northern country with good weather..."
"Forget it, I have to go back to the palace to deal with some things first, and then come back on the day when I can officially pray for rain. I will try my best to lead the female family members to pray for blessings and move God."
"It's my honor to be able to share your Majesty's worries. It's not hard for me."
Concubine Lin Xian said again: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is ill, and I would like to visit him."
Luojia hesitated for a moment. The prince had no choice but to leave the palace for treatment, and he did not want to make a fuss known to everyone. Moreover, he claimed that the high priest was doing the treatment, but he did not dare to tell the story about Fang Fei. However, Concubine Lin Xian had a different identity, and
She is a female family member. And she is about to leave, so it is naturally more appropriate for Concubine Lin Xian to take care of her.
"Your Majesty, although the prince is not my biological son, I have always regarded him as my own..." Concubine Lin Xian spoke sincerely, and Luo Jia immediately agreed happily.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Before Luo Jia returned to the palace, he remembered some things he needed to give instructions to, so he came to Fang Fei's bedroom again.
The sky was gloomy that day. Two palace maids saw him and were about to salute. He waved them aside and saw not far away, a girl in white gauze sitting on a tree stump, constantly tearing the petals in her hands.
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"Fangfei."
She didn't even look up.
He was slightly stunned, but she still didn't raise her head when he called again.
He had no choice but to walk to her side. What was this little man so angry about? He said in a gentle tone: "Fang Fei, what's the matter?"
She suddenly raised her head, her eyes were about to burst into flames, it was the pain of being deceived, all her hopes were shattered, she was just a tool for him to use.
"You lied to me, you keep lying to me..."
Luo Jia frowned: "Why did I lie to you?"
"You're still pretending! Do you think I don't know? The sacrificial fire platform in the square is already being set up. I went to see it myself..."
"So what?"
"It's impossible for you to convince the high priest to let me go, but you lied to me to cure the prince first. You lied to me... If you hadn't lied to me, well, Your Majesty, do you dare to promise me right away and let me go?"
This little thing has never been willing to suffer any losses. The emperor Wu Jing said that he returned to the palace this time to find a solution, but what is her coercion? Who dares to threaten the emperor like this? This little girl is getting more and more unreasonable
That made sense. Luojia was slightly angry: "Fangfei, you are the Holy Virgin Princess of the North. It is your duty to treat the prince. You should not put any conditions at all..."
"What bullshit obligation? He is his life, but I am not my life?" Her eyes were red from the stimulation of the fire platform she had witnessed. Soon, she would be placed on it and burned alive. That feeling, that feeling
The terrible taste... She was tortured to the point of losing her mind. There was nothing but rage in her body. The resentment she had felt since she was a child. The hypocritical, cunning and untrustworthy devil in front of her, the terrible fate that she was destined to be unable to change. She should have thought of this a long time ago.
The sacrifice is under the sole responsibility of the high priest. How can the sacrifice that has been raised for seventeen or eight years be let go so easily? No! Even if he is Luo Jia, even if he is the Northern Emperor, he has no right to let him go.
.
However, he kept deceiving himself, just like a bait, luring himself to take the bait, treating the prince, and then burning himself to death without mercy.