Luo Jia looked at her a few more times. It was a girl's expression, which quickly flashed with a hint of joy and a hint of cunning, and then returned to the despairing silence. He was startled, thinking that he had been deceived. He tried to call her again.
: "Fangfei, Fangfei?"
She slowly opened her eyes and smiled slightly.
He asked subconsciously: "Why are you laughing?"
"Father..." She didn't know why she called him like that. The tone was affectionate, a kind of desperate intimacy. Only then did she realize that she had received so little tenderness in her life, so even if she was cruel,
Luo Jia, even if she occasionally showed a little warmth; even the prince's dispensable warmth, she was fully exploited and came to an end.
Then I remembered that they were enemies. Luojia and the prince were both enemies. And he was a remnant of the country's subjugation.
It wasn't until this moment that I completely gave up on him. The last "Father" was the only comfort I had in saying goodbye to myself and others.
"You always say that I am vicious and a monster. In fact, you are the most vicious. You used me to save you and save the prince. Now that there is no use value, you can kick me away and give me a
A crime to satisfy your conscience."
"Fangfei, you didn't harm Concubine Zuo Shu?"
She looked strange and stopped answering. Even a girl who was inexperienced in the world understood that if someone set up a trap, in fact, the ultimate goal was not to kill herself. Perhaps, the final target was Luo Jia. She was fighting for this
Happy to discover.
"Your Majesty, your harem and the people around you are all as hypocritical as you. You want to know the truth of the matter, why don't you go and investigate it yourself?"
He became anxious: "Fangfei, what do you know? Tell me quickly."
She leaned against the stone wall tiredly: "I'm sleepy, Your Majesty, please go out."
"Fangfei..."
Her eyelids widened: "Your Majesty, what are you doing? Are you going to stay in the room of the Holy Virgin Princess again until you accompany her to meet your great god?"
Luo Jia was shocked and couldn't ask any more questions. The moment he turned around, he suddenly saw tears falling from her face.
Little thing, this poor little thing.
But what else can he do? Jun Wuxi said that the burning flower stand was already being set up. Fang Fei, she was doomed.
Luo Jia strode out and clenched her fists tightly. Who said this was her life?
At dawn, hundreds of small boats carried thousands of people onto the large square of the temple to participate in the annual carnival. Of course, wine is indispensable for the carnival, and the wine brewed from cactus in the North is not enough to meet the needs of everyone.
, more wine comes from palm trees. The square is surrounded by thick palm trees. At this time, the palm trees have been cut down, and a huge fire is lit in the middle of the square. The palm trees are scorched in the fire.
The juice flowing out in this way is ready-made natural wine.
The high priest and a large group of clergy all held huge wine bags to drink wine, because they could only do it when they were drunk; while other people took various vessels to catch the hot juice of the palm trees, and everyone got very drunk.
, singing loudly a hymn to the great god.
They also noticed that a high altar was erected in the square this year. They originally thought it was for praying for rain, but a well-informed person revealed that the high altar was not for praying for rain, but for offering sacrifices. Only then did everyone remember that,
Another eighteen years has arrived - it’s time to see the beauty of the Holy Virgin Princess again. The Holy Virgin Princess is as inviolable as the Great God and can only be witnessed once every eighteen years during the sacrificial meeting. On that day, everyone
Everyone was drunk, and what everyone saw was the wonderful moment of her ascension to heaven. According to the old people who had witnessed it, this scene was unforgettable for a lifetime, as if your soul was close to the great God in an instant.
Jar after jar of wine was delivered in an endless stream, and no one in the square was sober. Because of this year's drought and various plagues, everyone was not in a relaxed mood. But under the magic of alcohol, everyone quickly
I was so excited that as the high priest's call sounded, everyone sang a song of praise together and began the first round of salute to the great god.