The maid quickly returned to Jin Molan's side and whispered a few words.

Jin Molan was a little surprised, "I really just took some warm water?"

"yes."

Jin Molan waved her hand and asked the maid to return to her original position.

Mu Jinghong knew that someone would monitor his every move, and it would be easier for that person to monitor him in the palace.

She doesn't have to do it herself, some people have already taken their own lives.

All she has to do now is watch.

The undercurrents around her have nothing to do with her.

"The emperor is here! The empress dowager is here! The empress dowager is here..."

A song came from a distant place, one after another.

The huge square is full of people.

The scene was even more dazzling when they knelt down!

But compared with the scenes where people watched the ceremony in previous years, it is still much weaker.

Chu Yu walked up the platform, waved his hand and "flat his body."

At today's ceremony, Chu Yu's mood was always better, and his face was not so serious.

Everyone was flat.

The people from the Imperial Heavenly Prison came up and whispered aloud, and then the ceremony began, without other complicated things.

Even the part of the emperor's speech was spared, and previous years were not so concise.

Someone was talking quietly below, but Chu Yu shouldn't hear it.

Some things are better if they are not complicated. It is better to arrange them like this today.

Watching the eunuch come out holding what the ceremony needs, the atmosphere becomes more solemn.

Chun Jin held the priest's belongings in her hand and stood before the high platform.

After accepting Chunjin's heavy tribute, Chu Yu shouted to the ministers such as prosperity in the country, and the ceremony officially began.

As the ministers sang, Chu Yu walked off the platform and stood on the left side of the platform, leaving the overall situation to Chun Jin.

Chunjin looked at everyone, her eyes filled with vast earth, and her heroic spirit was faintly revealed.

As soon as he opened his hands, he sang a sacrifice lyrics in his mouth: "In the years of good fortune, there are many millets and many sisters, and there are also high granaries, hundreds of billions of yuan and vegetarians. He made wine and liquor, and gave it to his ancestors. He used hundreds of rituals to bring blessings to Confucius."

The altar is high and the clear and vast sounds fall clearly into everyone's ears. The sound of drums below cooperates with her singing, conveying the sincerity in my heart to heaven, allowing the sky to open its eyes, protecting their northern Tang territory forever and prosperity.

The short sacrificial poem was sung in Chunjin's mouth for half an hour.

With some artificial movements, what followed was that when the things in her hand were thrown away, she actually floated in the air, and she could control them.

It instantly attracted everyone's attention and was shocking!

This woman is indeed capable!

The singing continued.

Feeling the shocking or surprised gazes from everyone, Chun Jin's smile became stronger.

Chu Qi stood beside Chu Yu, looking at the woman on the platform without any waves.

His eyes unconsciously floated to the Mu family's position. Looking from his position, he could only see half of Mu Jinghong's face.

Mu Jinghong lowered his head and did not go to the stands.

Chu Ji had a kind of intuition.

Something that will happen today must be related to that small stutter.

As my mind turned, I looked up at the high platform again.

Chunjin was still spinning on the stage, her steps were complicated and orderly, and she was dazzling.

It's really a bit unnecessary.

In previous years, I didn’t see Duanmu Zunyue doing these useless actions. She just stood on the stage and sang sacrificial lyrics on her mouth. Then there was a vast energy covering the world, as if she could communicate with God and give them the prosperity of the Northern Tang Dynasty!

Of course.

Everyone just stood here for a few years, but they saw her performing like crazy and stupid, without any feeling.

The prayer of Duanmu Priest is completely different.

Someone secretly cursed this girl Chunjin in her heart as if she was a traitor, and even scolded her for not knowing what she said.

It's just a trick to tease them.

The trick of controlling objects in the air can be controlled as long as there is some internal force or other assistance.

Especially those who practice martial arts can see through the situation she set at a glance.

If it weren't for His Majesty's reasons, someone would have jumped up and said something against her.

However, the gap between God and man is like a gap that is difficult to cross.

At this time, Chunjin represents the "God". How dare they say no? Isn't they seeking death?

Chun Jin fully demonstrated the "Dance God" and it seemed that it was almost done, and another round of dancing began.

Gu Chenxiang, who had a big belly, was already in a state of cold sweat. She was very annoyed that Chunjin pretended to be a god and was so damn that she had suffered.

"Empress," the nanny beside him hurriedly held Gu Chenxiang who could not bear it, and looked at the emperor in a hurry.

Chu Yu seemed to have not heard the movement here, and his eyes were always on the high platform.

The nanny had no choice but to ask Gu Chenxiang to bear it first.

If anyone leaves now, he will be disrespectful to the "God" and harm the Northern Tang Dynasty.

Even if they stand, their legs are broken, they dare not argue.

Mu Jinghong moved his legs, which were slightly numb, and moved his neck, but did not look up.

Chu Qi and Chu Yu are closest to the high platform, and they can see clearly the situation between the upper and lower levels. The actions of the people below are all in their eyes.

Chu Yu also glanced at Mu Jinghong's little head, and when Chunjin was about to finish, he winked at Lu Wenqing.

Lu Wenqing turned around and strode away in a cold manner, routinely checking the situation inside and outside the palace to avoid any inconvenience.

Finally coming to an end, Chunjin retreated.

Chu Yu said to Chu Ji: "You are my brother, so you will leave this matter to you."

"yes."

Chu Qi walked up the platform and took the copper lotus cup from Chun Jin's hand, which contained the materials used for praying for blessings. After Chu Qi smelled it, he smelled the powder that was tempered by some herbs.

Chunjin noticed his smile and couldn't help but look at him.

At this glance, Chunjin's movements became unstable and his eyes were a little dull.

If I hadn't had some concentration, I would have been rude on the spot.

Chu Qi turned around and stepped down from the stage without any observation, walked towards the direction guided by the eunuch, preparing to burn the lotus in his hand into the furnace.

That is, as he stepped down the platform, the breath around him changed drastically.

The murderous aura surrounding the platform only happened the moment Chu Jimai stepped down.

"ah!"

On the high platform, the sound of wind gathered.

Some copper objects rolled and smashed towards the center where Chun Jin stood, and some pointed objects even shot at her vital points.

There were murderous aura in the high platform.

"Protect the car!"

Eunuch Zheng shouted loudly, and the guards around him rushed towards Chu Yu quickly.

Chu Yu pinched his fists and threw a cold light at Chu Ji, who was still holding the copper lotus in his hand.

The moment the sudden situation on the high platform was happening, Chu Qi directly searched for Mu Jinghong's direction, but the girl still lowered her head, as if everything that happened in front of her had nothing to do with her.

In fact, this matter has nothing to do with her.

"puff!"

Chunjin was seriously injured on the spot by a copper ornament.

"Take people down."

Chu Yu ordered coldly.

The whole audience stared at this scene in a daze, completely stunned.

Things seem to be moving in a bad direction.
To be continued...