"I don't dare to take this responsibility." Xun Yuanzi bowed and said, "Having such a good emperor who loves the people like a son is the blessing of Fengling Continent. Now please stand in the middle and don't move, we will do the rest.
Heaven-sacrifice ceremony.”
Feng Aoran had no doubt that he was there, and stood quietly in the center of the altar, watching Xun Yuanzi holding up the peach wood sword in his hand and mumbling words into the sky. He saw that the previous strong wind was getting smaller and smaller, and gradually became smaller and smaller.
After disappearing, Feng Aoran admired Xun Yuanzi even more.
At this time, a mahogany sword suddenly stretched out. Xun Yuanzi said to Feng Aoran: "I would like to ask Your Majesty to put your first drop of blood on this sword."
"Okay." Feng Aoran ordered someone to take the knife, cut his own finger, and dropped a drop of blood on Xun Yuanzi's sword. Xun Yuanzi pressed his left hand on the spot where Feng Aoran's blood was dripping, like a wise man.
Still waving the wooden sword in his hand.
"Your Majesty, what is the purpose of your coming to worship heaven?" Xun Yuanzi asked.
"For the peace and prosperity of my country, Fengling Continent." Feng Aoran replied.
"Okay." After Xun Yuanzi said that, he danced that weird dance again, but this time he didn't wear a mask, but stared at Feng Aoran closely with his small eyes, his lips flying up and down.
, saying something that Feng Aoran couldn’t understand.
Feng Aoran was in the center of the formation, and felt that Xun Yuanzi's eyes were changing rapidly. They were almost blue but not blue, and exuded a strange aura. Unknowingly, his heart and soul were tightly captured by Xun Yuanzi's eyes.
He couldn't even hear the sound of horns around him, and could only hear Xun Yuanzi's voice. The voice seemed to be far away in the horizon, but it seemed to be speaking close to his own ears.
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
…
These words have been lingering in Feng Aoran's ears, seeming to be engraved in his mind, until Feng Aoran's eyes became more and more distracted, and he could only stare blankly at Xun Yuanzi and said repeatedly: "Shi Mu Yuanda
People are the pillars of the imperial court, so do everything as Lord Shi Mouyuan says."
Xun Yuanzi showed a proud smile and made a gesture to Shi Muyuan in the dark. Shi Muyuan nodded, knowing that his plan had been successful.
Xun Yuanzi put down the wooden sword in his hand and withdrew his soul-grabbing force on Feng Aoran. In just a moment, when he turned around to face the crowd, the colorful pupils in his eyes had disappeared.
It turned into those shrewd but small eyes again.
"Your Majesty." Xun Yuanzi said to Feng Aoran, "The ceremony of worshiping the heaven has been completed. Please return to your throne, Your Majesty."
Feng Aoran was still a little stunned, as if he didn't understand what Xun Yuanzi was saying. It wasn't until Shi Mouyuan ordered someone to blow the horn to return to the palace that he came back to his senses.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?" Concubine Wan was the first to rush to Feng Aoran's side. When Xun Yuanzi announced the end of the ceremony, Feng Aoran had no reaction, which made Concubine Wan worried.
"My dear concubine, I'm fine." Feng Aoran frowned, feeling that his memory seemed a little confused. He shook his head and felt that there was nothing wrong with his mental state, and after Xun Yuanzi's treatment, he even had some energy.
Yiyi looked so cute that she couldn't help but patted Concubine Wan lovingly.
He said with the back of his hand, "I'm fine, let's go back to the palace." "I don't dare to take this responsibility."
Your Majesty, please stand in the middle and don’t move while we carry out the rest of the heaven-sacrifice ceremony.”
Feng Aoran had no doubt that he was there, and stood quietly in the center of the altar, watching Xun Yuanzi holding up the peach wood sword in his hand and mumbling words into the sky. He saw that the previous strong wind was getting smaller and smaller, and gradually became smaller and smaller.
After disappearing, Feng Aoran admired Xun Yuanzi even more.
At this time, a mahogany sword suddenly stretched out. Xun Yuanzi said to Feng Aoran: "I would like to ask Your Majesty to put your first drop of blood on this sword."
"Okay." Feng Aoran ordered someone to take the knife, cut his own finger, and dropped a drop of blood on Xun Yuanzi's sword. Xun Yuanzi pressed his left hand on the spot where Feng Aoran's blood was dripping, like a wise man.
Still waving the wooden sword in his hand.
"Your Majesty, what is the purpose of your coming to worship heaven?" Xun Yuanzi asked.
"For the peace and prosperity of my country, Fengling Continent." Feng Aoran replied.
"Okay." After Xun Yuanzi said that, he danced that weird dance again, but this time he didn't wear a mask, but stared at Feng Aoran closely with his small eyes, his lips flying up and down.
, saying something that Feng Aoran couldn’t understand.
Feng Aoran was in the center of the formation, and felt that Xun Yuanzi's eyes were changing rapidly. They were almost blue but not blue, and exuded a strange aura. Unknowingly, his heart and soul were tightly captured by Xun Yuanzi's eyes.
He couldn't even hear the sound of horns around him, and could only hear Xun Yuanzi's voice. The voice seemed to be far away in the horizon, but it seemed to be speaking close to his own ears.
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
…
These words have been lingering in Feng Aoran's ears, seeming to be engraved in his mind, until Feng Aoran's eyes became more and more distracted, and he could only stare blankly at Xun Yuanzi and said repeatedly: "Shi Mu Yuanda
People are the pillars of the imperial court, so do everything as Lord Shi Mouyuan says."
Xun Yuanzi showed a proud smile and made a gesture to Shi Muyuan in the dark. Shi Muyuan nodded, knowing that his plan had been successful.
Xun Yuanzi put down the wooden sword in his hand and withdrew his soul-grabbing force on Feng Aoran. In just a moment, when he turned around to face the crowd, the colorful pupils in his eyes had disappeared.
It turned into those shrewd but small eyes again.
"Your Majesty." Xun Yuanzi said to Feng Aoran, "The ceremony of worshiping the heaven has been completed. Please return to your throne, Your Majesty."
Feng Aoran was still a little stunned, as if he didn't understand what Xun Yuanzi was saying. It wasn't until Shi Mouyuan ordered someone to blow the horn to return to the palace that he came back to his senses.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?" Concubine Wan was the first to rush to Feng Aoran's side. When Xun Yuanzi announced the end of the ceremony, Feng Aoran had no reaction, which made Concubine Wan worried.
"My dear concubine, I'm fine." Feng Aoran frowned, feeling that his memory seemed a little confused. He shook his head and felt that there was nothing wrong with his mental state, and after Xun Yuanzi's treatment, he even had some energy.
Yiyi looked so arrogant that he couldn't help patting the back of Concubine Wan's hand lovingly and said, "I'm fine, let's go back to the palace."