The witch goddess slowly walked towards the altar.
The four witch servants stood at the four corners of the altar, all facing her, and the small drums around her waist made a rhythmic sound of dongdong.
The witch goddess stood barefoot in the center of the altar, holding the green leaves in her hand, motionless.
There was no breeze on the altar, but the witch dress on the witch goddess was not automatically.
The moonlight in the sky was scattered on her.
The skin of the witch goddess naked outside the witch girl's skirt was as beautiful as a faint glow, making everyone present unable to see her eyes away.
Dong!
When the ninety-ninth drum sounded, the Witch Goddess finally moved.
She gently raised the green leaves in her hand forward, and then stretched out her two jade hands like a bird spreading its wings.
The pair of beautiful jade feet under the skirt, which were still as white as snow, without any trace of dust, also stretched out an indescribable movement.
The sacrifice began.
The witch goddess is sen in a dance.
Her movements were very light.
Every behavior seemed to contain the natural laws of heaven and earth, and was set against her indescribable posture. The tens of thousands of powerful people in the Chu State who surrounded the wind and rain altar were all quiet enough to hear.
They were completely immersed in the extremely beautiful and graceful sacrificial dance of the Witch Goddess.
It is different from the dance moves of Xu Weiwan, one of the three great beauties in the world.
The dance of the celestial girl is as beautiful and charming as the celestial girl scatters flowers, making people feel endless aftertaste.
But the dance of the Witch Goddess does not please others, nor does it dance to please anyone.
Her dance has nothing to do with anyone in the world. Her dance is just praying to God.
It is precisely because of this.
To a certain extent, the dance of the Witch Goddess is even more wonderful and indescribable than the dance goddess.
The tens of thousands of princes and nobles present were all fascinated by the sight.
Everyone has forgotten the passage of time, and even Yàn Ling is no exception.
At this time, a tall and thin man in a white sacrificial robe emerged from the more than one hundred witch temple guards.
The appearance of this person immediately woke up from his intoxication.
A burst of anger suddenly burst out from his eyes.
How could Yàn Ling forget this person!
This man in sacrificial uniform who came out from the crowd was the priest of the witch temple who joined forces with the three swordsmen at the time and attacked one of the culprits of the father and son!
Yàn Ling looked at him coldly.
The latter was holding a tortoise shell with an inscription pattern in his hand and was full of green jade.
He held it respectfully with both hands and walked towards the altar.
The witch goddess on the altar and the graceful sacrificial dance finally stopped.
When the priest of the witch temple steps onto the altar, he respectfully knelt in front of the witch goddess, and raised the tortoise shell in his hand to his head.
The witch goddess stretched out the beautiful jade hands that were bullying frost and snow, and took the tortoise shell presented by the other party.
The priest of the Wu Temple lowered his head and retreated respectfully.
The Witch Goddess turned around, raised her head lightly, stared at the spotless night in the sky, placed the green leaves in her hand flat in the tortoise shell, and then raised them up.
The drums stopped.
The entire wind and rain altar returned to peace.
The tens of thousands of princes and nobles present stared at the witch goddess on the altar.
Most people have heard of the general process of sacrificial witch goddesses in the Witch Temple.
After the sacrificial dance, it was the turn of the entire sacrificial ceremony.
At this stage, the witch goddess will hold a jade tortoise shell in her hand to welcome the sweet rain brought by God.
At this time, everyone on the altar of wind and rain looked up at the sky.
At this time, the sky was bright and there was not even a trace of dark clouds. Everyone was stunned and questioned in their hearts. How could God bring down the rain in the current celestial phenomena?
Time passes by bit by bit.
Half a cup of tea passed, and the sky did not change at all.
Among the tens of thousands of people, many people have begun to discuss privately, and a slight disturbance is secretly arising.
But the witch goddess on the altar still held the tortoise shell in her hand piously, and the unusually beautiful face behind the golden mask was not seen at all.
Just in front of the altar, Chi Chengjun and other royal people were increasingly unable to sit still.
A dark cloud suddenly appeared in the originally clear night sky.
A cool breeze blew by.
At this moment, someone shouted.
Look, sweet rains are coming from the altar!In front of tens of thousands of people, an amazing scene appeared.
Sweet rain fell from the sky above the altar.
However, no trace of rain and fog fell in other places outside the altar.
The tortoise shell in the witch goddess's hand was quickly overflowing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This rain comes quickly and goes quickly.
When it was over, the tortoise shell in the hand of the witch goddess had already taken a small rain.
The witch goddess's dress was slightly wet, but she didn't care and slowly stepped down to the altar.
At this time, the maid who had been waiting under the altar had immediately greeted him respectfully and took the tortoise shell from the witch goddess's hand.
Immediately, a large number of fully armed palace guards escorted the rain of the witch goddess praying for the king to drive away the disease and rushed to the palace.
After everything was over, the witch goddess walked back to her chariot with her crystal-like barefoot.
With the pious eyes of countless people, the witch goddess's chariot finally left slowly.
Yàn Ling took a deep breath.
After more than a year, I met my once beloved ex-fiancee again.
Yànling suddenly discovered that Qi Xiangjun, who had become a noble witch goddess, suddenly seemed to have become a little strange.
Compared to the Miss Qi family that Yàn Ling once knew, Qi Xiangjun is now more noble and elegant than before and is even more unattainable.
And in front of tens of thousands of powerful people in Chu, she sacrificed and prayed for rain in public, and successfully prayed for God to bring rain.
The Witch Goddess uses her actions to prove her unquestionable honorary status as a new generation of Witch Goddess in the Witch Temple.
Now she gives people the feeling that a goddess is as unattainable as a goddess who has descended on the mortal world.
Even though she thinks she is fully qualified to pursue her nowadays, she still inevitably has the illusion that she is not worthy of her.
Not to mention others.
Yànling took a deep breath and looked at the beautiful figure sitting quietly in the chariot.
Not only did Yànling not retreat, but instead saw Qi Xiangjun again tonight, which made him unable to suppress the surging love that had been hidden in his heart for more than a year.
Suddenly, an extremely strong desire surged in Yànling's heart.
He wanted to return to Chudu with his original appearance and meet his beloved Qi Xiangjun again!
The convoy left slowly.
The Witch Goddess has gone far away.
But the tens of thousands of Chu people around the wind and rain altar were still immersed in the shocking scene just now and could not come back to their senses for a long time.
The graceful and unparalleled holy figure of the Witch Goddess is still imprinted in everyone's mind and lingering, and everyone is shocked and unable to speak.
After returning to the inn, Xiuli and other women also had different expressions on their faces.
Even they obviously did not recall the sacrifice just now.
Xiuli breathed a sigh of relief, and the goddess of the Witch Temple was indeed extraordinary.
There have always been rumors that the spirit of the witch goddess can reach God directly, be able to communicate with the gods and pray for the gods to bring rain.I once asked the Lord about this and asked him to prove it. At that time, the Lord told me that it was true, and I didn't believe it very much at that time.Xiuli sighed softly.
She has always been taciturn and said with rare emotion, "The gods are ethereal and empty, how can people in the world communicate with the gods?"It was not until I saw the Witch Goddess with my own eyes tonight that I realized that what the Lord said was not false.
Sister Xiuli, you are different from you. The ancestors of our Feiying Clan have witnessed the miracle of the witch goddess praying for with their own eyes. Some of the tribesmen have always believed in the tradition of witch temples.
Qianhui, who was beside her, had a hint of piety in her eyes and said: Therefore, the people of our clan have no doubts about the ability of the witch goddess.Coral sat at the table, her chin supported by her snow-white jade hands, and her beautiful eyes were savoring something else.
The Witch Goddess is really magical. She has naked feet, but along the way, her feet are spotless and white without any impurities.
She looked at Yànling, Brother Yànling, did the Witch Goddess look like this before?Coral's words pulled Yàn Ling back from her meditation.
He thought, Xiangjun has been different from other people since childhood. When she was very young, she already had an indescribable feeling, as if...
Yànling frowned, as if thinking about how to describe it.
Until his eyes looked at Coral with a flawless face.
He couldn't help but blurt out: If corals are pure, then Xiangjun has a holy meaning since he was a child.
Yànling sighed immediately.
But after becoming the witch goddess, she changed a lot, so big that I couldn't recognize each other.Coral asked innocently and romanticly: Brother Yàn, do you think the sweet rain that the witch goddess prayed to God is useful to your king's illness?
Surely useful.Xinqi, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but interrupt and said.
I heard that there are very few witch goddesses in all dynasties who pray for sweet rain to God, but once they pray for sacrifices and rain, they will definitely cure all diseases.
Qianhui also nodded in agreement.
Although they were born in the Feiying clan and believed in the tradition of the witch temple, they were so confident.
But Yàn Ling couldn't answer the question of Coral.
Because he himself didn't know whether the sweet rain that Qi Xiangjun prayed for was really as magical as the rumored one?
If so, why didn't she pray for her deceased grandfather?
Yàn Ling shrugged, whether it will be clear in a few days.
The arrival of the Witch Goddess brought a rare peace to Chu Du, who was originally chaotic.
It was only two days before the time when the Witch Goddess was offering sacrifices to the King of Chu to get rid of his illness on the wind and rain altar.
An amazing news swept across the entire capital like a whirlwind.
The King of Chu who has been seriously ill for two years and is bedridden.
After taking the witch goddess prayed to God for the sweet rain, she recovered her consciousness the next day and was able to eat normally on the third day.
The news came out and the whole country of Chu was jubilant.
Previously, the sudden death of the crown prince Beilinjun caused the entire Chu to fall into chaos.
But with the recovery of the King of Chu's consciousness, there will be no more turmoil in the short term.
In Chu State, King Liu of Chu has unquestionable absolute authority. If King Chu was not seriously ill and was as tough as King Beiling, he would not have the courage to be as unscrupulous as under the eyes of King Chu.
As the news of the rapid improvement of the Chu King's health spread throughout the royal capital, the reputation of the witch goddess Qi Xiangjun was also pushed to the peak at the same time.
night.
Jiang's mansion.
At the moment of the year, Yàn Ling quietly came to the study where his mother was.
Jiang Qingyue was already waiting for her son here, but she was not seen in the study.
When Yànling came, he happened to see Qi Qing leave from the small building where his mother was, and his steps were in a hurry.
He knew very well that his mother and Qi Qing were in a passionate relationship at the moment, and it was too late. According to normal circumstances, Qi Qing was ready to spend the night in his mother's building.
He was only sent away by Jiang Qingyue for a moment now.
Nowadays, the passionate relationship between Qi Qing and Jiang Qingyue and the former staying overnight in Qingyue Tower is well known to everyone in the entire Jiang family.
So much so that in recent days, every time he sneaked into the family to discuss things with his parents, it is difficult for him to meet his parents at the same time.
After the mother and son met, they inevitably talked about the body of the King of Chu.
Yànling asked in a deep voice, "Did the king's illness really recover so quickly?"
Not only fast, the recovery of the king's body is much better than Ling'er imagined.Although he still couldn't get out of bed, the king's consciousness had returned to normal and he had normal food.In a short period of time, the king will surely not have the previous chaotic storm again.
Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but sigh, the sweet rain prayed by the witch goddess can cure all diseases as rumored, and it is so magical that people can't believe it.
The palace also decided to hold a grand banquet in three days, and any powerful and powerful person with great strength will attend.The king's pseudonym of Ling'er also came to the king's ears. The king was very happy to hear that there were merchants from Yin. If nothing unexpected happened, Ling'er would also become one of the guests of the king.
Yàn Ling is not allowed.
The power in the hands of the King of Chu is far from comparable to those of Beilinjun.
But he was seriously ill after all, and the power of Chu State in the future will still fall into the hands of his sons.
Even though his identity was valued by the King of Chu, Yàn Ling didn't plan to use it for long.
There is another extremely important reason that drove Yàn Ling to make this decision!
Yànling solemnly proposed to Jiang Qingyue that he wanted to return to Chudu as his original identity!
After hearing this, Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but hesitate.
She stared at her beloved son with a firm look in front of her and sighed.
She knew in her heart how strong the arrival of the Witch Goddess had had on her beloved son.
Most of his spirit now has attracted the Witch Goddess.
Although Jiang Qingyue believes that it is still not the best time for Ai'er to come back.
But she also understood how deep Yànling's love for the witch goddess was.
Even though she strongly opposed it, her son might temporarily dispel this idea for her sake, but he could not object for a long time.
After hesitating for a while, Jiang Qingyue replied: Mom understands what you mean. Mom has no objection to this matter.
Yàn Ling was relieved when he heard this, and said, "Thank you, mom!"
But at this time, Jiang Qingyue sighed lightly.
Although my mother promised you, you also have to promise another thing for me.
Mom, you said.Yàn Ling said with a relaxed expression.
Jiang Qingyue looked at him intently and said softly: If Ling'er wants to come back as her original identity, then your marriage to Miss Gongsun must also be put on the agenda.
The joy on Yàn Ling's face suddenly slackened slightly.
It was his turn to show hesitation and indecision on his face.
Seeing that his son hesitated, Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but say softly.
Miss Gongsun's beauty is also famous in Chu. My mother has seen her. She is a well-educated, gentle and generous beauty.After getting married to Ling'er, Ling'er will definitely fall in love with her.
Yànling frowned and sighed softly. I know what my mother said, but...
Jiang Qingyue shook her Ai'er's hand and said softly, "Mom knows that you can't forget Miss Qi's family in your heart, and Mom is also very clear about this."
Mom is not trying to oppose your pursuit of Miss Qi again. On the contrary, Ling'er's current identity is the successor of Lord Sword Saint. It can be said that the match between him and the Witch Goddess is not only a chance, but on the contrary, Ling'er's chances are much greater than theirs than others.
Jiang Qingyue patiently explained, but this matter is of great importance after all, and it is very involved, so we must take it slowly.
My mother and your father have already discussed this matter and support you in pursuing Miss Qi again. However, before that, the marriage between you and Miss Gongsun must be completed as soon as possible, which is also an explanation from our Jiang family to repay the Gongsun Mansion.
After hearing this, Yàn Ling exhaled heavily.
Jiang Qingyue's words have already reached this point, and he also understood that the current identity of the Witch Goddess is no longer the same.
It is not something that can be pursued just by pursuing it.
Jiang Qingyue was under a lot of pressure to support him.
Thank you for understanding the child's willfulness.
Jiang Qingyue smiled, clenched Yànling's hand and said softly.
You are the mother's child, and of course you have to consider your own child.In fact, you didn't blame your mother for resolving the marriage between the two families, so she should understand Xie Ling'er.
Things are settled. After Ling'er comes back, your marriage with Miss Gongsun will be completed within half a month.
Yàn Ling nodded silently.
Return to the inn.
the next day.
The people from the palace brought the handwriting of the King of Chu and invited Yàn to attend the palace banquet held by the palace two days later.
He has never had any interest in this kind of feast.
But since Jiang Qingyue said that the Witch Goddess will be the host and guest at this banquet, Yàn Ling will never miss this opportunity to see the beauty in her heart.
Yàn Ling naturally responded happily.
On the evening of the following day, Yànling did not bring his entourage, and he went to the banquet with light clothes.
Yàn Ling, whose pseudonym was Wang Shu, was no longer considered a new face in the royal capital. When the palace attendant guarding the entrance of the palace saw him, he immediately sang loudly: Wang Shu, the prince is here.
Then the maid from the palace led him to the main hall.
At this palace dinner, all the followers of anyone must stay outside the hall. Only those with sufficient identities are qualified to enter the main hall.
But even so, when the Yàn Mausoleum arrived, the main hall was filled with princes and nobles, who knew or did not know each other, and they gathered together to chat, and it was very lively.
Yàn Ling glanced around her eyes and had not seen the person he longed to see yet.
As the master, the King of Chu naturally had not appeared yet.
As time goes by, more and more people in the hall, and Yànling saw many familiar faces.
Like his two cousins, as well as some of the royal family members who were once familiar with each other, their location was a little further away from him.
The seats where every guest in the hall are located are particular. The ones that are far ahead of the throne are naturally the sons of the King of Chu.
In the back row, there are royal nobles such as the Shaojun, Che Shaojun, and the next row, it is the turn of ministers like Sima Dao. Yànling's mother Jiang Qingyue is also in this row.
What is more surprising is that Yànling was actually arranged in the middle of this type of seat, which shows that the King of Chu was quite interested in the false identity of Wang Shu.
Jiang Qingyue arrived a little later than him. When she arrived, she attracted the attention of everyone in the main hall without exception.
Almost every minister in the hall was eager to come forward and chat with Jiang Qingyue, but unfortunately, Jiang Qingyue was not alone.
In addition to a young man from the town, Qi Qing, who was the flower-protecting person, there was also a gentle beauty wearing a goose yellow palace dress, holding hands with her, whispering quietly while walking.
Jiang Qingyue clearly didn't want to socialize, so everyone naturally knew that they had no past.
Yànling's eyes fell on the woman who was having a close conversation with his mother, and was slightly stunned.
He was a tall and gentle man in his early twenties.
The other party was born with a beautiful face, and her face was no longer inferior to Qianhui and Xiuli. She had a gentle temperament like a poetic and picturesque one, which was particularly charming.
Jiang Qingyue held her hand and talked intimately with her. She didn't know what interesting things were said, which made the latter chuckle with her sleeves. The gentle appearance of the trembling branches made it difficult to remove her eyes.
The one who can make Jiang Qingyue so favored and so close to her is naturally not an ordinary noble lady.
This gentle beauty in palace outfit knows her, she is Gongsun Qinghua, who is currently in the name of a engagement with him.
By heart, this Miss Gongsun is indistinguishable from her appearance and behavior.
As long as a normal man is, he will never refuse such a beautiful and gentle beauty to be his wife.
But the most important position in Yànling's heart has always been occupied by the witch goddess Qi Xiangjun.
He did not want such a unique beauty to be a replacement for another woman in his heart.
The Witch Goddess is unique and no one can replace it.
Similarly, such a unique beauty married herself only because of family marriage, and Yànling did not have any sense of accomplishment in his heart.
Just then, a commotion came from the hall gate ahead.
The Witch Goddess has arrived.
Everyone in the hall stopped talking and bet on their eyes.
Accompanied by two witch temple priests, the witch goddess in witch costumes came quietly.
The Witch Goddess appears tonight, of course, not like last time.
She stretched out a pair of white shoes as white as snow, and finally she didn't wear a mask on her face, revealing her beautiful face.
Everyone in the hall who saw the face of the witch god, the witch god, felt shocked in their hearts.
The true face of the Witch Goddess is so beautiful!
Her delicate and clever facial features are hard to find in the world. Her eyes are clear and bright, just like the stars and moon hanging high in the sky.
Her skin was as crystal clear as jade, as if a faint light was permeated.
The noble girls in the hall who claimed to be fair and delicate skin all lost their courage in front of the witch goddess.
The witch goddess walked in a straight and generous manner.
Her delicate red lips slightly closed, giving people a kind of beauty like an ice sculpture.
If Jiang Qingyue’s beauty is so beautiful that it is impeccable.
Then the beauty of the witch goddess is not the beauty of the world, and that kind of beauty is extraordinary.
There are many noble ladies in the venue, and the only one who can compete with the Witch Goddess is Yue Ji and Jiang Qingyue, who are also the three beauties.
But compared to Jiang Qingyue, the witch goddess Qi Xiangjun has a trace of holiness and mystery that the former does not have.
This is where the witch goddess is slightly better than Yue Ji.
She walked slowly, and the crowds ahead were all separated by a spacious passage, and most ministers and nobles lowered their heads slightly with pious eyes to show their respect for the witch goddess.
What everyone unexpected is.
Seeing this, when the witch goddess walked slowly, her originally slightly closed red lips raised a moving arc towards the people on both sides.
A beautiful and indescribable smile appeared on her beautiful face without any flaws.
This smile is like a moonlight that breaks through the clouds and casts on the earth.
All the princes and ministers who made the way out felt a sense of panic.
The Witch Goddess is not as high as everyone imagines.
Instead, she was more approachable than everyone thought.
Yànling's heart was even more like being hammered by a big drum, making a thud!
As the Witch Goddess sat in her separate seat, everyone woke up from their dreams and entered the seat one after another.
At this time, the King of Chu also sat down under the stewards of his servants.
Since then, the banquet has finally begun.
Only then did Yànling reluctantly take back the present from Qi Xiangjun and look up at the top.
The King of Chu was much older than what Yàn Ling saw in the past.
His hair was completely gray and his face was covered with deep wrinkles.
The fat body in the past has lost a lot of weight.
He sat on the throne above, accompanied by two imperial doctors, with pale face and extremely heavy breathing.
The King of Chu looked like a stubborn person.
But in fact, his ability to attend the banquet means that his health has improved greatly. He no longer needs to lie on the couch all day long like before, and life is worse than death.
Yànling was originally worried that the King of Chu would personally ask him questions about Yin during the banquet.
Now seeing his appearance, I feel relieved.
The host of this banquet was on the surface the King of Chu, but the person who actually hosted it was Shen Yaojun, the fourth son of the King of Chu.
Not only Yànling, but also many princes present also noticed this.
Yànling was very surprised.
It was not the second son of King Chu, Pingling Jun, or the third son of King Chi Chengjun.
It is not everyone's expectation that the fourth son, Shen Yaojun, presided over this grand banquet with the participation of the witch goddess.
Every discerning person knows what is behind this scene.
That means that in the chaotic storm in the previous capital, the fourth son of King Chu, Shen Yaojun, was the biggest beneficiary!
On behalf of the Chu royal family, Shen Yaojun said many words of gratitude to the Witch Goddess and the Witch Temple behind him, and his words were very sincere.
In front of everyone, the witch goddess replied with a smile.
Xiangjun himself is also from Chu, and he will not change the fact that the identity of the witch goddess is a tragic person. It is regrettable that the crown prince’s unfortunate death is also a serious illness. Xiangjun is just doing his best and not worth mentioning.
Her voice is soft and pleasant, and every sound is full of round characters, just like the most moving sound of nature in the world.
The many princes and ministers here were intoxicated and all of them were respectful to their faces.
As the witch goddess is transcendent to the outside world, even if she does not pray for sacrifices, the condition of the King of Chu has improved significantly. As her identity alone, even if the monarchs of the Central Plains meet her, they will treat her with the courtesy of the guests.
Shen Yaojun was very grateful to her on behalf of the Chu royal family, and there was no need for the Witch Goddess to respond so seriously.
But the Witch Goddess still told everyone in front of everyone that she had reasons to sacrifice and drive away disasters as a Chu person.
At this moment, not to mention the many princes and ministers present all showed pious expressions.
Even the royal nobles such as the arbitrary Ling Shaojun, or the Che Shaojun and other royal family members all showed unconcealed admiration.
Even Princess Linyang Shang Die, who had always had prejudice against Qi Xiangjun in the past due to her own reasons, had no hostility in her eyes when she looked at the Witch Goddess.
The witch goddess's compassionate heart successfully conquered everyone here.
Yànling couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The more holy and perfect the Witch Goddess became, the harder the road would be.
Before he could take over the Tianyun Sword in his grandfather's hand, his identity as the successor of the Sword Saint was not yet announced.
Thinking of this, Yàn Ling couldn't help feeling sad.
The approachable nature of the Witch Goddess made the atmosphere of the whole banquet extremely warm.
The King of Chu spoke hard. After a banquet, he said less than three words. Most of the time, he couldn't even listen. He sat on the throne and was drowsy.
But this was enough to reassure the ministers present.
What surprised and delighted everyone here was that as the host and guest, the Witch Goddess, who was the guest, smiled at the corner of her lips, making everyone feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze.
The royal ministers and nobles here realized that the witch goddess was not as noble as they imagined and kept others from a thousand miles away, but was more approachable than they thought.
Only the one who is familiar with her is clearer about Qi Xiangjun.
Her appearance gives people a kind of condensed beauty, like a cold beauty.
But when you get to know her, you will find that she is elegant and calm in dealing with people, kind and natural, and is never as cold as she looks on her appearance.
During the whole banquet, his eyes were mostly on his once beloved fiancée.
In fact, except for him, most people on the field are the same.
Especially the young nobles in the hall, their eyes were almost impossible to leave the Witch Goddess.
It goes without saying that he is lustful as a young master. Even the gentleman's style has always been in the royal family. He heard that Che Shaojun, who never lingers in the fireworks, looked at Qi Xiangjun with admiration.
The Witch Goddess responded gracefully and calmly to the guests' greetings.
Only in such an occasion can Yànling be so bold and bold in staring at Qi Xiangjun without worrying about being considered a disciple by others.
Looking at the witch goddess who became the center of the whole banquet, Yànling felt sad when suddenly, a pair of graceful eyes of the former suddenly floated onto his face.
The two pairs of eyes finally met.
A faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the Witch Goddess's mouth. She glanced at Yànling with a deep look before turning her head.
Yànling's heart sounded like a huge hammer.
If it weren't for the mask, others would have noticed that some sweat had already oozed out of his forehead.
The look that the Witch Goddess floated to his face just now was meaningful.
That look is not unfamiliar with Yànling.
When he came to Qi Mansion to meet her, Qi Xiangjun often looked at him like he had just now.
Cold sweat oozed slightly from Yànling's forehead.
Qi Xiangjun... shouldn't recognize him anymore, right?
How is this possible?
Yànling shook his head secretly in his heart, thinking that this was absolutely impossible.
In the following time, the Witch Goddess did not look at him.
It made Yàn Ling both breathe a sigh of relief and feel disappointed.
Finally, the banquet ended, and Yànling was about to leave.
At this moment, the beautiful priestess among the two witch temple priests who followed Qi Xiangjun stopped Yàn Ling outside the hall.
Mr. Wang Shu, please stay.
Yàn Ling looked stunned and stopped.
The priestess had a smile on his face and said to him politely that the witch goddess had always yearned for the simple and simple Yin Di. When she learned that Mr. Wang Shu and the two major clans of Yin Di were at the same time, she was happy and asked me to invite Mr. Wang Shu to sit in the witchyard tomorrow.
The priestess finished his unrecognizable voice.
The nobles of the royal city around the hall all threw envious expressions on their faces at Yànling.
Although the Witch Goddess has arrived in the King Capital for several days.
But in the past few days, there are only a handful of guests who were invited to the royal family to prepare for the witch goddess to stay in the witch garden.
Although Wang Shu was just a foreign businessman, his status was far inferior to those of the powerful ministers and nobles.
But what makes him unique is that he comes from the mysterious Yin land and is at the same time friendly with the two major clans.
This is the main reason why he was able to get the witch goddess to look at her and invite her to speak out.
Yànling felt a thrilling drama in his heart.
Only he himself knew in his heart that the Witch Goddess invited him was not as simple as others thought.
He almost doubted whether his identity was discovered by Qi Xiangjun.
Yàn Ling took a deep breath in his heart.
He replied politely: The witch goddess has a life, and of course Wang Shu dare not refuse.
The priestess of the witch temple smiled and said: So, tomorrow morning, we will have a special person to go to the inn to pick up Mr. Wang Shu.
After saying that, the priestess went back to the temple to report to the witch goddess.
Yàn Ling returns to the inn.
That night, he tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep.
Finally, I endured the next morning.
The Witch Goddess sent someone to pick him up and arrived after breakfast.
The place where the Witch Goddess was staying was called the Witch Garden. The latter was actually a royal garden and was a residence specially arranged by the royal palace for the Witch Goddess.
This garden covers an extremely wide area, with a total area of more than 400 acres, which is larger than the residence of the Jiang clan, which shows the royal family's solemnity towards the witch goddess.
The Witch Garden is not far from the Royal Palace, only a few streets away. Not long after, the car arrived.
After Yànling got off the carriage, a waiter from the Wu Temple came forward and led him into it.
Yànling followed the waiter through the garden and walked a distance, and finally stopped in front of a quiet bamboo house.
The other party made a gesture of invitation to Yànling and said: The Witch Goddess is waiting for the young master in the house.
A strange feeling flashed into Yànling's heart.
His eyes and ears are far more intelligent than before.
Yànling heard clearly that there was only a faint breath in the bamboo house in front of him.
There is no second person besides that.
The Witch Goddess actually met him alone.
Yàn Ling took a deep breath and walked into the bamboo house.
Qi Xiangjun's familiar and beautiful voice came into Yànling's ears.
Please come in.
The sound came from the inner room inside. Yàn Ling took a deep breath again and pushed the door open and entered.
This bamboo house is simple outside, but the interior is very elegantly decorated.
When Yànling walked into the inner room, Qi Xiangjun, wearing witch suit, was kneeling in front of a short table.
A pair of crystal-clear hands were gracefully brewing a pot of tea.
The room was filled with the fragrance of tea and Qi Xiangjun's familiar and stunning body fragrance.
After more than a year, I met my beloved woman again, and Yànling jumped a few times with a heartless drama.
He deliberately saluted respectfully in his disguised hoarse voice and met the witch goddess.
Upon hearing this, Qi Xiangjun raised his head slightly.
A pair of beautiful eyes as bright as stars and moon looked at him with a slightly anger.
The first sentence she said made Yàn Ling sweat all over.
How do you dress up like this?
The four witch servants stood at the four corners of the altar, all facing her, and the small drums around her waist made a rhythmic sound of dongdong.
The witch goddess stood barefoot in the center of the altar, holding the green leaves in her hand, motionless.
There was no breeze on the altar, but the witch dress on the witch goddess was not automatically.
The moonlight in the sky was scattered on her.
The skin of the witch goddess naked outside the witch girl's skirt was as beautiful as a faint glow, making everyone present unable to see her eyes away.
Dong!
When the ninety-ninth drum sounded, the Witch Goddess finally moved.
She gently raised the green leaves in her hand forward, and then stretched out her two jade hands like a bird spreading its wings.
The pair of beautiful jade feet under the skirt, which were still as white as snow, without any trace of dust, also stretched out an indescribable movement.
The sacrifice began.
The witch goddess is sen in a dance.
Her movements were very light.
Every behavior seemed to contain the natural laws of heaven and earth, and was set against her indescribable posture. The tens of thousands of powerful people in the Chu State who surrounded the wind and rain altar were all quiet enough to hear.
They were completely immersed in the extremely beautiful and graceful sacrificial dance of the Witch Goddess.
It is different from the dance moves of Xu Weiwan, one of the three great beauties in the world.
The dance of the celestial girl is as beautiful and charming as the celestial girl scatters flowers, making people feel endless aftertaste.
But the dance of the Witch Goddess does not please others, nor does it dance to please anyone.
Her dance has nothing to do with anyone in the world. Her dance is just praying to God.
It is precisely because of this.
To a certain extent, the dance of the Witch Goddess is even more wonderful and indescribable than the dance goddess.
The tens of thousands of princes and nobles present were all fascinated by the sight.
Everyone has forgotten the passage of time, and even Yàn Ling is no exception.
At this time, a tall and thin man in a white sacrificial robe emerged from the more than one hundred witch temple guards.
The appearance of this person immediately woke up from his intoxication.
A burst of anger suddenly burst out from his eyes.
How could Yàn Ling forget this person!
This man in sacrificial uniform who came out from the crowd was the priest of the witch temple who joined forces with the three swordsmen at the time and attacked one of the culprits of the father and son!
Yàn Ling looked at him coldly.
The latter was holding a tortoise shell with an inscription pattern in his hand and was full of green jade.
He held it respectfully with both hands and walked towards the altar.
The witch goddess on the altar and the graceful sacrificial dance finally stopped.
When the priest of the witch temple steps onto the altar, he respectfully knelt in front of the witch goddess, and raised the tortoise shell in his hand to his head.
The witch goddess stretched out the beautiful jade hands that were bullying frost and snow, and took the tortoise shell presented by the other party.
The priest of the Wu Temple lowered his head and retreated respectfully.
The Witch Goddess turned around, raised her head lightly, stared at the spotless night in the sky, placed the green leaves in her hand flat in the tortoise shell, and then raised them up.
The drums stopped.
The entire wind and rain altar returned to peace.
The tens of thousands of princes and nobles present stared at the witch goddess on the altar.
Most people have heard of the general process of sacrificial witch goddesses in the Witch Temple.
After the sacrificial dance, it was the turn of the entire sacrificial ceremony.
At this stage, the witch goddess will hold a jade tortoise shell in her hand to welcome the sweet rain brought by God.
At this time, everyone on the altar of wind and rain looked up at the sky.
At this time, the sky was bright and there was not even a trace of dark clouds. Everyone was stunned and questioned in their hearts. How could God bring down the rain in the current celestial phenomena?
Time passes by bit by bit.
Half a cup of tea passed, and the sky did not change at all.
Among the tens of thousands of people, many people have begun to discuss privately, and a slight disturbance is secretly arising.
But the witch goddess on the altar still held the tortoise shell in her hand piously, and the unusually beautiful face behind the golden mask was not seen at all.
Just in front of the altar, Chi Chengjun and other royal people were increasingly unable to sit still.
A dark cloud suddenly appeared in the originally clear night sky.
A cool breeze blew by.
At this moment, someone shouted.
Look, sweet rains are coming from the altar!In front of tens of thousands of people, an amazing scene appeared.
Sweet rain fell from the sky above the altar.
However, no trace of rain and fog fell in other places outside the altar.
The tortoise shell in the witch goddess's hand was quickly overflowing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This rain comes quickly and goes quickly.
When it was over, the tortoise shell in the hand of the witch goddess had already taken a small rain.
The witch goddess's dress was slightly wet, but she didn't care and slowly stepped down to the altar.
At this time, the maid who had been waiting under the altar had immediately greeted him respectfully and took the tortoise shell from the witch goddess's hand.
Immediately, a large number of fully armed palace guards escorted the rain of the witch goddess praying for the king to drive away the disease and rushed to the palace.
After everything was over, the witch goddess walked back to her chariot with her crystal-like barefoot.
With the pious eyes of countless people, the witch goddess's chariot finally left slowly.
Yàn Ling took a deep breath.
After more than a year, I met my once beloved ex-fiancee again.
Yànling suddenly discovered that Qi Xiangjun, who had become a noble witch goddess, suddenly seemed to have become a little strange.
Compared to the Miss Qi family that Yàn Ling once knew, Qi Xiangjun is now more noble and elegant than before and is even more unattainable.
And in front of tens of thousands of powerful people in Chu, she sacrificed and prayed for rain in public, and successfully prayed for God to bring rain.
The Witch Goddess uses her actions to prove her unquestionable honorary status as a new generation of Witch Goddess in the Witch Temple.
Now she gives people the feeling that a goddess is as unattainable as a goddess who has descended on the mortal world.
Even though she thinks she is fully qualified to pursue her nowadays, she still inevitably has the illusion that she is not worthy of her.
Not to mention others.
Yànling took a deep breath and looked at the beautiful figure sitting quietly in the chariot.
Not only did Yànling not retreat, but instead saw Qi Xiangjun again tonight, which made him unable to suppress the surging love that had been hidden in his heart for more than a year.
Suddenly, an extremely strong desire surged in Yànling's heart.
He wanted to return to Chudu with his original appearance and meet his beloved Qi Xiangjun again!
The convoy left slowly.
The Witch Goddess has gone far away.
But the tens of thousands of Chu people around the wind and rain altar were still immersed in the shocking scene just now and could not come back to their senses for a long time.
The graceful and unparalleled holy figure of the Witch Goddess is still imprinted in everyone's mind and lingering, and everyone is shocked and unable to speak.
After returning to the inn, Xiuli and other women also had different expressions on their faces.
Even they obviously did not recall the sacrifice just now.
Xiuli breathed a sigh of relief, and the goddess of the Witch Temple was indeed extraordinary.
There have always been rumors that the spirit of the witch goddess can reach God directly, be able to communicate with the gods and pray for the gods to bring rain.I once asked the Lord about this and asked him to prove it. At that time, the Lord told me that it was true, and I didn't believe it very much at that time.Xiuli sighed softly.
She has always been taciturn and said with rare emotion, "The gods are ethereal and empty, how can people in the world communicate with the gods?"It was not until I saw the Witch Goddess with my own eyes tonight that I realized that what the Lord said was not false.
Sister Xiuli, you are different from you. The ancestors of our Feiying Clan have witnessed the miracle of the witch goddess praying for with their own eyes. Some of the tribesmen have always believed in the tradition of witch temples.
Qianhui, who was beside her, had a hint of piety in her eyes and said: Therefore, the people of our clan have no doubts about the ability of the witch goddess.Coral sat at the table, her chin supported by her snow-white jade hands, and her beautiful eyes were savoring something else.
The Witch Goddess is really magical. She has naked feet, but along the way, her feet are spotless and white without any impurities.
She looked at Yànling, Brother Yànling, did the Witch Goddess look like this before?Coral's words pulled Yàn Ling back from her meditation.
He thought, Xiangjun has been different from other people since childhood. When she was very young, she already had an indescribable feeling, as if...
Yànling frowned, as if thinking about how to describe it.
Until his eyes looked at Coral with a flawless face.
He couldn't help but blurt out: If corals are pure, then Xiangjun has a holy meaning since he was a child.
Yànling sighed immediately.
But after becoming the witch goddess, she changed a lot, so big that I couldn't recognize each other.Coral asked innocently and romanticly: Brother Yàn, do you think the sweet rain that the witch goddess prayed to God is useful to your king's illness?
Surely useful.Xinqi, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but interrupt and said.
I heard that there are very few witch goddesses in all dynasties who pray for sweet rain to God, but once they pray for sacrifices and rain, they will definitely cure all diseases.
Qianhui also nodded in agreement.
Although they were born in the Feiying clan and believed in the tradition of the witch temple, they were so confident.
But Yàn Ling couldn't answer the question of Coral.
Because he himself didn't know whether the sweet rain that Qi Xiangjun prayed for was really as magical as the rumored one?
If so, why didn't she pray for her deceased grandfather?
Yàn Ling shrugged, whether it will be clear in a few days.
The arrival of the Witch Goddess brought a rare peace to Chu Du, who was originally chaotic.
It was only two days before the time when the Witch Goddess was offering sacrifices to the King of Chu to get rid of his illness on the wind and rain altar.
An amazing news swept across the entire capital like a whirlwind.
The King of Chu who has been seriously ill for two years and is bedridden.
After taking the witch goddess prayed to God for the sweet rain, she recovered her consciousness the next day and was able to eat normally on the third day.
The news came out and the whole country of Chu was jubilant.
Previously, the sudden death of the crown prince Beilinjun caused the entire Chu to fall into chaos.
But with the recovery of the King of Chu's consciousness, there will be no more turmoil in the short term.
In Chu State, King Liu of Chu has unquestionable absolute authority. If King Chu was not seriously ill and was as tough as King Beiling, he would not have the courage to be as unscrupulous as under the eyes of King Chu.
As the news of the rapid improvement of the Chu King's health spread throughout the royal capital, the reputation of the witch goddess Qi Xiangjun was also pushed to the peak at the same time.
night.
Jiang's mansion.
At the moment of the year, Yàn Ling quietly came to the study where his mother was.
Jiang Qingyue was already waiting for her son here, but she was not seen in the study.
When Yànling came, he happened to see Qi Qing leave from the small building where his mother was, and his steps were in a hurry.
He knew very well that his mother and Qi Qing were in a passionate relationship at the moment, and it was too late. According to normal circumstances, Qi Qing was ready to spend the night in his mother's building.
He was only sent away by Jiang Qingyue for a moment now.
Nowadays, the passionate relationship between Qi Qing and Jiang Qingyue and the former staying overnight in Qingyue Tower is well known to everyone in the entire Jiang family.
So much so that in recent days, every time he sneaked into the family to discuss things with his parents, it is difficult for him to meet his parents at the same time.
After the mother and son met, they inevitably talked about the body of the King of Chu.
Yànling asked in a deep voice, "Did the king's illness really recover so quickly?"
Not only fast, the recovery of the king's body is much better than Ling'er imagined.Although he still couldn't get out of bed, the king's consciousness had returned to normal and he had normal food.In a short period of time, the king will surely not have the previous chaotic storm again.
Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but sigh, the sweet rain prayed by the witch goddess can cure all diseases as rumored, and it is so magical that people can't believe it.
The palace also decided to hold a grand banquet in three days, and any powerful and powerful person with great strength will attend.The king's pseudonym of Ling'er also came to the king's ears. The king was very happy to hear that there were merchants from Yin. If nothing unexpected happened, Ling'er would also become one of the guests of the king.
Yàn Ling is not allowed.
The power in the hands of the King of Chu is far from comparable to those of Beilinjun.
But he was seriously ill after all, and the power of Chu State in the future will still fall into the hands of his sons.
Even though his identity was valued by the King of Chu, Yàn Ling didn't plan to use it for long.
There is another extremely important reason that drove Yàn Ling to make this decision!
Yànling solemnly proposed to Jiang Qingyue that he wanted to return to Chudu as his original identity!
After hearing this, Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but hesitate.
She stared at her beloved son with a firm look in front of her and sighed.
She knew in her heart how strong the arrival of the Witch Goddess had had on her beloved son.
Most of his spirit now has attracted the Witch Goddess.
Although Jiang Qingyue believes that it is still not the best time for Ai'er to come back.
But she also understood how deep Yànling's love for the witch goddess was.
Even though she strongly opposed it, her son might temporarily dispel this idea for her sake, but he could not object for a long time.
After hesitating for a while, Jiang Qingyue replied: Mom understands what you mean. Mom has no objection to this matter.
Yàn Ling was relieved when he heard this, and said, "Thank you, mom!"
But at this time, Jiang Qingyue sighed lightly.
Although my mother promised you, you also have to promise another thing for me.
Mom, you said.Yàn Ling said with a relaxed expression.
Jiang Qingyue looked at him intently and said softly: If Ling'er wants to come back as her original identity, then your marriage to Miss Gongsun must also be put on the agenda.
The joy on Yàn Ling's face suddenly slackened slightly.
It was his turn to show hesitation and indecision on his face.
Seeing that his son hesitated, Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but say softly.
Miss Gongsun's beauty is also famous in Chu. My mother has seen her. She is a well-educated, gentle and generous beauty.After getting married to Ling'er, Ling'er will definitely fall in love with her.
Yànling frowned and sighed softly. I know what my mother said, but...
Jiang Qingyue shook her Ai'er's hand and said softly, "Mom knows that you can't forget Miss Qi's family in your heart, and Mom is also very clear about this."
Mom is not trying to oppose your pursuit of Miss Qi again. On the contrary, Ling'er's current identity is the successor of Lord Sword Saint. It can be said that the match between him and the Witch Goddess is not only a chance, but on the contrary, Ling'er's chances are much greater than theirs than others.
Jiang Qingyue patiently explained, but this matter is of great importance after all, and it is very involved, so we must take it slowly.
My mother and your father have already discussed this matter and support you in pursuing Miss Qi again. However, before that, the marriage between you and Miss Gongsun must be completed as soon as possible, which is also an explanation from our Jiang family to repay the Gongsun Mansion.
After hearing this, Yàn Ling exhaled heavily.
Jiang Qingyue's words have already reached this point, and he also understood that the current identity of the Witch Goddess is no longer the same.
It is not something that can be pursued just by pursuing it.
Jiang Qingyue was under a lot of pressure to support him.
Thank you for understanding the child's willfulness.
Jiang Qingyue smiled, clenched Yànling's hand and said softly.
You are the mother's child, and of course you have to consider your own child.In fact, you didn't blame your mother for resolving the marriage between the two families, so she should understand Xie Ling'er.
Things are settled. After Ling'er comes back, your marriage with Miss Gongsun will be completed within half a month.
Yàn Ling nodded silently.
Return to the inn.
the next day.
The people from the palace brought the handwriting of the King of Chu and invited Yàn to attend the palace banquet held by the palace two days later.
He has never had any interest in this kind of feast.
But since Jiang Qingyue said that the Witch Goddess will be the host and guest at this banquet, Yàn Ling will never miss this opportunity to see the beauty in her heart.
Yàn Ling naturally responded happily.
On the evening of the following day, Yànling did not bring his entourage, and he went to the banquet with light clothes.
Yàn Ling, whose pseudonym was Wang Shu, was no longer considered a new face in the royal capital. When the palace attendant guarding the entrance of the palace saw him, he immediately sang loudly: Wang Shu, the prince is here.
Then the maid from the palace led him to the main hall.
At this palace dinner, all the followers of anyone must stay outside the hall. Only those with sufficient identities are qualified to enter the main hall.
But even so, when the Yàn Mausoleum arrived, the main hall was filled with princes and nobles, who knew or did not know each other, and they gathered together to chat, and it was very lively.
Yàn Ling glanced around her eyes and had not seen the person he longed to see yet.
As the master, the King of Chu naturally had not appeared yet.
As time goes by, more and more people in the hall, and Yànling saw many familiar faces.
Like his two cousins, as well as some of the royal family members who were once familiar with each other, their location was a little further away from him.
The seats where every guest in the hall are located are particular. The ones that are far ahead of the throne are naturally the sons of the King of Chu.
In the back row, there are royal nobles such as the Shaojun, Che Shaojun, and the next row, it is the turn of ministers like Sima Dao. Yànling's mother Jiang Qingyue is also in this row.
What is more surprising is that Yànling was actually arranged in the middle of this type of seat, which shows that the King of Chu was quite interested in the false identity of Wang Shu.
Jiang Qingyue arrived a little later than him. When she arrived, she attracted the attention of everyone in the main hall without exception.
Almost every minister in the hall was eager to come forward and chat with Jiang Qingyue, but unfortunately, Jiang Qingyue was not alone.
In addition to a young man from the town, Qi Qing, who was the flower-protecting person, there was also a gentle beauty wearing a goose yellow palace dress, holding hands with her, whispering quietly while walking.
Jiang Qingyue clearly didn't want to socialize, so everyone naturally knew that they had no past.
Yànling's eyes fell on the woman who was having a close conversation with his mother, and was slightly stunned.
He was a tall and gentle man in his early twenties.
The other party was born with a beautiful face, and her face was no longer inferior to Qianhui and Xiuli. She had a gentle temperament like a poetic and picturesque one, which was particularly charming.
Jiang Qingyue held her hand and talked intimately with her. She didn't know what interesting things were said, which made the latter chuckle with her sleeves. The gentle appearance of the trembling branches made it difficult to remove her eyes.
The one who can make Jiang Qingyue so favored and so close to her is naturally not an ordinary noble lady.
This gentle beauty in palace outfit knows her, she is Gongsun Qinghua, who is currently in the name of a engagement with him.
By heart, this Miss Gongsun is indistinguishable from her appearance and behavior.
As long as a normal man is, he will never refuse such a beautiful and gentle beauty to be his wife.
But the most important position in Yànling's heart has always been occupied by the witch goddess Qi Xiangjun.
He did not want such a unique beauty to be a replacement for another woman in his heart.
The Witch Goddess is unique and no one can replace it.
Similarly, such a unique beauty married herself only because of family marriage, and Yànling did not have any sense of accomplishment in his heart.
Just then, a commotion came from the hall gate ahead.
The Witch Goddess has arrived.
Everyone in the hall stopped talking and bet on their eyes.
Accompanied by two witch temple priests, the witch goddess in witch costumes came quietly.
The Witch Goddess appears tonight, of course, not like last time.
She stretched out a pair of white shoes as white as snow, and finally she didn't wear a mask on her face, revealing her beautiful face.
Everyone in the hall who saw the face of the witch god, the witch god, felt shocked in their hearts.
The true face of the Witch Goddess is so beautiful!
Her delicate and clever facial features are hard to find in the world. Her eyes are clear and bright, just like the stars and moon hanging high in the sky.
Her skin was as crystal clear as jade, as if a faint light was permeated.
The noble girls in the hall who claimed to be fair and delicate skin all lost their courage in front of the witch goddess.
The witch goddess walked in a straight and generous manner.
Her delicate red lips slightly closed, giving people a kind of beauty like an ice sculpture.
If Jiang Qingyue’s beauty is so beautiful that it is impeccable.
Then the beauty of the witch goddess is not the beauty of the world, and that kind of beauty is extraordinary.
There are many noble ladies in the venue, and the only one who can compete with the Witch Goddess is Yue Ji and Jiang Qingyue, who are also the three beauties.
But compared to Jiang Qingyue, the witch goddess Qi Xiangjun has a trace of holiness and mystery that the former does not have.
This is where the witch goddess is slightly better than Yue Ji.
She walked slowly, and the crowds ahead were all separated by a spacious passage, and most ministers and nobles lowered their heads slightly with pious eyes to show their respect for the witch goddess.
What everyone unexpected is.
Seeing this, when the witch goddess walked slowly, her originally slightly closed red lips raised a moving arc towards the people on both sides.
A beautiful and indescribable smile appeared on her beautiful face without any flaws.
This smile is like a moonlight that breaks through the clouds and casts on the earth.
All the princes and ministers who made the way out felt a sense of panic.
The Witch Goddess is not as high as everyone imagines.
Instead, she was more approachable than everyone thought.
Yànling's heart was even more like being hammered by a big drum, making a thud!
As the Witch Goddess sat in her separate seat, everyone woke up from their dreams and entered the seat one after another.
At this time, the King of Chu also sat down under the stewards of his servants.
Since then, the banquet has finally begun.
Only then did Yànling reluctantly take back the present from Qi Xiangjun and look up at the top.
The King of Chu was much older than what Yàn Ling saw in the past.
His hair was completely gray and his face was covered with deep wrinkles.
The fat body in the past has lost a lot of weight.
He sat on the throne above, accompanied by two imperial doctors, with pale face and extremely heavy breathing.
The King of Chu looked like a stubborn person.
But in fact, his ability to attend the banquet means that his health has improved greatly. He no longer needs to lie on the couch all day long like before, and life is worse than death.
Yànling was originally worried that the King of Chu would personally ask him questions about Yin during the banquet.
Now seeing his appearance, I feel relieved.
The host of this banquet was on the surface the King of Chu, but the person who actually hosted it was Shen Yaojun, the fourth son of the King of Chu.
Not only Yànling, but also many princes present also noticed this.
Yànling was very surprised.
It was not the second son of King Chu, Pingling Jun, or the third son of King Chi Chengjun.
It is not everyone's expectation that the fourth son, Shen Yaojun, presided over this grand banquet with the participation of the witch goddess.
Every discerning person knows what is behind this scene.
That means that in the chaotic storm in the previous capital, the fourth son of King Chu, Shen Yaojun, was the biggest beneficiary!
On behalf of the Chu royal family, Shen Yaojun said many words of gratitude to the Witch Goddess and the Witch Temple behind him, and his words were very sincere.
In front of everyone, the witch goddess replied with a smile.
Xiangjun himself is also from Chu, and he will not change the fact that the identity of the witch goddess is a tragic person. It is regrettable that the crown prince’s unfortunate death is also a serious illness. Xiangjun is just doing his best and not worth mentioning.
Her voice is soft and pleasant, and every sound is full of round characters, just like the most moving sound of nature in the world.
The many princes and ministers here were intoxicated and all of them were respectful to their faces.
As the witch goddess is transcendent to the outside world, even if she does not pray for sacrifices, the condition of the King of Chu has improved significantly. As her identity alone, even if the monarchs of the Central Plains meet her, they will treat her with the courtesy of the guests.
Shen Yaojun was very grateful to her on behalf of the Chu royal family, and there was no need for the Witch Goddess to respond so seriously.
But the Witch Goddess still told everyone in front of everyone that she had reasons to sacrifice and drive away disasters as a Chu person.
At this moment, not to mention the many princes and ministers present all showed pious expressions.
Even the royal nobles such as the arbitrary Ling Shaojun, or the Che Shaojun and other royal family members all showed unconcealed admiration.
Even Princess Linyang Shang Die, who had always had prejudice against Qi Xiangjun in the past due to her own reasons, had no hostility in her eyes when she looked at the Witch Goddess.
The witch goddess's compassionate heart successfully conquered everyone here.
Yànling couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The more holy and perfect the Witch Goddess became, the harder the road would be.
Before he could take over the Tianyun Sword in his grandfather's hand, his identity as the successor of the Sword Saint was not yet announced.
Thinking of this, Yàn Ling couldn't help feeling sad.
The approachable nature of the Witch Goddess made the atmosphere of the whole banquet extremely warm.
The King of Chu spoke hard. After a banquet, he said less than three words. Most of the time, he couldn't even listen. He sat on the throne and was drowsy.
But this was enough to reassure the ministers present.
What surprised and delighted everyone here was that as the host and guest, the Witch Goddess, who was the guest, smiled at the corner of her lips, making everyone feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze.
The royal ministers and nobles here realized that the witch goddess was not as noble as they imagined and kept others from a thousand miles away, but was more approachable than they thought.
Only the one who is familiar with her is clearer about Qi Xiangjun.
Her appearance gives people a kind of condensed beauty, like a cold beauty.
But when you get to know her, you will find that she is elegant and calm in dealing with people, kind and natural, and is never as cold as she looks on her appearance.
During the whole banquet, his eyes were mostly on his once beloved fiancée.
In fact, except for him, most people on the field are the same.
Especially the young nobles in the hall, their eyes were almost impossible to leave the Witch Goddess.
It goes without saying that he is lustful as a young master. Even the gentleman's style has always been in the royal family. He heard that Che Shaojun, who never lingers in the fireworks, looked at Qi Xiangjun with admiration.
The Witch Goddess responded gracefully and calmly to the guests' greetings.
Only in such an occasion can Yànling be so bold and bold in staring at Qi Xiangjun without worrying about being considered a disciple by others.
Looking at the witch goddess who became the center of the whole banquet, Yànling felt sad when suddenly, a pair of graceful eyes of the former suddenly floated onto his face.
The two pairs of eyes finally met.
A faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the Witch Goddess's mouth. She glanced at Yànling with a deep look before turning her head.
Yànling's heart sounded like a huge hammer.
If it weren't for the mask, others would have noticed that some sweat had already oozed out of his forehead.
The look that the Witch Goddess floated to his face just now was meaningful.
That look is not unfamiliar with Yànling.
When he came to Qi Mansion to meet her, Qi Xiangjun often looked at him like he had just now.
Cold sweat oozed slightly from Yànling's forehead.
Qi Xiangjun... shouldn't recognize him anymore, right?
How is this possible?
Yànling shook his head secretly in his heart, thinking that this was absolutely impossible.
In the following time, the Witch Goddess did not look at him.
It made Yàn Ling both breathe a sigh of relief and feel disappointed.
Finally, the banquet ended, and Yànling was about to leave.
At this moment, the beautiful priestess among the two witch temple priests who followed Qi Xiangjun stopped Yàn Ling outside the hall.
Mr. Wang Shu, please stay.
Yàn Ling looked stunned and stopped.
The priestess had a smile on his face and said to him politely that the witch goddess had always yearned for the simple and simple Yin Di. When she learned that Mr. Wang Shu and the two major clans of Yin Di were at the same time, she was happy and asked me to invite Mr. Wang Shu to sit in the witchyard tomorrow.
The priestess finished his unrecognizable voice.
The nobles of the royal city around the hall all threw envious expressions on their faces at Yànling.
Although the Witch Goddess has arrived in the King Capital for several days.
But in the past few days, there are only a handful of guests who were invited to the royal family to prepare for the witch goddess to stay in the witch garden.
Although Wang Shu was just a foreign businessman, his status was far inferior to those of the powerful ministers and nobles.
But what makes him unique is that he comes from the mysterious Yin land and is at the same time friendly with the two major clans.
This is the main reason why he was able to get the witch goddess to look at her and invite her to speak out.
Yànling felt a thrilling drama in his heart.
Only he himself knew in his heart that the Witch Goddess invited him was not as simple as others thought.
He almost doubted whether his identity was discovered by Qi Xiangjun.
Yàn Ling took a deep breath in his heart.
He replied politely: The witch goddess has a life, and of course Wang Shu dare not refuse.
The priestess of the witch temple smiled and said: So, tomorrow morning, we will have a special person to go to the inn to pick up Mr. Wang Shu.
After saying that, the priestess went back to the temple to report to the witch goddess.
Yàn Ling returns to the inn.
That night, he tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep.
Finally, I endured the next morning.
The Witch Goddess sent someone to pick him up and arrived after breakfast.
The place where the Witch Goddess was staying was called the Witch Garden. The latter was actually a royal garden and was a residence specially arranged by the royal palace for the Witch Goddess.
This garden covers an extremely wide area, with a total area of more than 400 acres, which is larger than the residence of the Jiang clan, which shows the royal family's solemnity towards the witch goddess.
The Witch Garden is not far from the Royal Palace, only a few streets away. Not long after, the car arrived.
After Yànling got off the carriage, a waiter from the Wu Temple came forward and led him into it.
Yànling followed the waiter through the garden and walked a distance, and finally stopped in front of a quiet bamboo house.
The other party made a gesture of invitation to Yànling and said: The Witch Goddess is waiting for the young master in the house.
A strange feeling flashed into Yànling's heart.
His eyes and ears are far more intelligent than before.
Yànling heard clearly that there was only a faint breath in the bamboo house in front of him.
There is no second person besides that.
The Witch Goddess actually met him alone.
Yàn Ling took a deep breath and walked into the bamboo house.
Qi Xiangjun's familiar and beautiful voice came into Yànling's ears.
Please come in.
The sound came from the inner room inside. Yàn Ling took a deep breath again and pushed the door open and entered.
This bamboo house is simple outside, but the interior is very elegantly decorated.
When Yànling walked into the inner room, Qi Xiangjun, wearing witch suit, was kneeling in front of a short table.
A pair of crystal-clear hands were gracefully brewing a pot of tea.
The room was filled with the fragrance of tea and Qi Xiangjun's familiar and stunning body fragrance.
After more than a year, I met my beloved woman again, and Yànling jumped a few times with a heartless drama.
He deliberately saluted respectfully in his disguised hoarse voice and met the witch goddess.
Upon hearing this, Qi Xiangjun raised his head slightly.
A pair of beautiful eyes as bright as stars and moon looked at him with a slightly anger.
The first sentence she said made Yàn Ling sweat all over.
How do you dress up like this?
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