My imagination has come true

Mu Qingyun's face was expressionless, and he didn't even look at the twitching old lady lying on the ground. He only raised his eyes and stared at the little things around the altar.

The scene was almost silent.

Emperor Yongchang looked at the altar with shock on his face, and suddenly felt a little scared.

Since he succeeded to the throne, he has offered sacrifices to heaven and ancestors every year, especially in more important years, he has to hold big sacrifices!

Looking at the current state, could it be that when he offered sacrifices to heaven and ancestors, there were many gods and goddesses, and the ancestors were just waiting around the altar to watch the fun?

Emperor Yongchang couldn't help but think hard about the blessings and memorials over the years, as well as his situation at the time, and whether anything terrible had happened.

The more anxious I am, the less I can remember, and my mind goes blank.

Mu Qingyun was quite satisfied and liked Qiao Group's live-action game modeling very much.

When she cut this section, the characters were chosen from dragons and mermaids in major games. Their appearance has countless inhuman characteristics, but they are also vivid and alive.

At least with a little golden light, the surrounding people were shocked. Absolutely no one would have thought that these were fake, and no one would dare to touch them.

Anyway, Luan Yiwei, the imperial guards, the civil and military ministers, etc. all wanted to lower their heads and only dared to sneakily glance at the altar with the corners of their eyes.

These little dragon girls are so lively! !

A group of little dragon girls are really chattering.

Some of the words spoken were in the official Mandarin of the Xi Dynasty, so I could understand them, but there were also many voices that were high and melodious like singing, but I didn’t know where the dialect came from, and I couldn’t understand them at all.

"Sister Qingyun, my aunt said that you and Qingyang God of War have broken off your engagement, and asked you to marry us in the West Sea as soon as possible. The third prince and sixth princess of the West Sea Dragon Palace are not married yet. Look, sister Qingyun, you are the one who likes the sixth princess this time. Or do you like the Third Prince?"

"The Sixth Princess is the most beautiful woman in our West Sea. I think the Sixth Princess is better."

Everyone: "..."

Emperor Yongchang suddenly felt a chill on his back.

The Jinta tribe and others had previously paid tribute to Hu Ji. He gave a lot to his son and the ministers under him, and also gave some to Fairy Qingyun.

I heard that the fairy liked the appearance of those orchid girls very much.

Now, listening to what these dragon girls mean, some fairies are not taboo with men and women? Then what does the Qingyang God of War in the sky think about him giving away Hu Ji?

Emperor Yongchang: "..."

He had enjoyed a lot of the benefits of the fairy coming to earth, but these days of fear were also really distressing.

When Mu Qingyun saw that the process of sacrificing the Dragon King came to an abrupt end, he hurriedly smiled and said: "Your Majesty, please continue. Every year, the sacrificial events must be recorded in a book and reported to the Heavenly Palace. If you are halfway through the process, you need to be on duty. The one who makes things difficult.”

Emperor Yongchang suddenly became solemn.

Dance music started immediately, and blessings continued to be chanted.

This time, under the eyes of the dragon girls, Emperor Yongchang looked serious, but he always felt a little ridiculous in his heart.

"We understand these blessings and there's nothing we can do about it. Rainfall matters are under the control of the superiors. Let's see if the superiors are willing to take care of them after hearing the blessings."

"It's probably unlikely these days. My father seems to have said that the weather won't really clear up in Xi Chao until mid-August. It's been raining a lot recently."

The dragon girl sitting on the altar swung her beautiful big tail back and forth, and she seemed a little distressed on her face.

"In the future, some rulers with high prestige will send a handwritten letter directly to the sky. The superiors will consider their opinions. If they want rain and snow, they will get rain and snow, and if they want sunny days, they will have sunny days. But with this Xi Dynasty The development of China will not be possible until at least one thousand and hundreds of years. Now, the Xi Dynasty, which does not even have an industrial foundation, can’t even think about such good things.”

Emperor Yongchang tried his best to listen only with his ears and observed the Dragon Girl and Fairy Mu calmly. It turns out that the words of kings in some worlds can really be heard by heaven and are useful.

He wanted to know what it took to be such an emperor.

Industrial base?

What do you mean?

For a time, Emperor Yongchang's ambition grew wildly. He wanted to become the emperor who truly spoke of the Tianxian in the mouths of these dragon girls.

The congratulations have come to an end. According to the procedure, His Majesty should step forward to bow again and get drinks to pay homage to the Dragon King.

But Si Zhu looked at his Majesty, who was narrowing his eyes and lost in thought. His face suddenly turned pale with anxiety, and he winked at several princes.

The third prince gritted his teeth, stretched out his hands from his sleeves and put them back again.

Even if he stretched out his arms, he still couldn't reach his father's clothes. How could he still shout at the top of his lungs on such an occasion?

The surrounding civil and military officials had to lower their voices and cough hard.

Emperor Yongchang: "Ahem!"

Fortunately, Emperor Yongchang came to his senses in time and managed to end the ceremony to worship the Dragon King without making the people laugh.

Minmin Buchijin huddled in the crowd, lowered her head, and watched all this calmly. Her body was probably as cold as ice now.

She remembers that the first time she saw death was when she was seven years old. Her father chopped off her uncle's head with a knife. Her uncle fell not far away from her, and his skull fell to her feet.

She didn't seem to be afraid that day, but was actually a little excited from the bottom of her heart. She probably smiled. Anyway, it was the first time that her father was overjoyed. He picked her up and said that she was a born warrior, the pearl of the Jinta tribe, and others. Praise her for being a tiger father and a dog daughter.

She also always felt that she never understood what it meant to be afraid.

Now she suddenly realized that it was not the case at all. At this moment, she was particularly scared, as if everything she had known before collapsed before her eyes.

She is not a born fearless warrior, she is not the hope of the Golden Pagoda, and she cannot defeat all the Han people.

Jinta is not a group favored by God, and they may not have everything they long for.

"Is she the reincarnation of Qin Hui from Song Dynasty?"

Minmin Bu Chijin froze instantly. There was a dragon girl standing on the tree above her head, and a group of dragon girls stood seven or eight steps away, all watching her with great interest.

"It's because you can't tell in the past and future lives. I think after Qin Hui's reincarnation, even if he spends thousands of years in the eighteenth level of hell and then reincarnates, there is a high probability that he will not be able to be a human being. At least let him be an ant, bedbug, or something like that. Let’s talk about other things in the eighth life. Well, but the soul is indeed the same, it’s more likely that it was from his previous life.”

"I think you little guys always like to trace back the past and present lives of mortals. This is really meaningless. All living beings are like a bowl of Meng Po soup. The past has been completely forgotten. Whether it is good or bad in this life, will it be needed after death? You need to go to the eighteenth level of hell, that is all about this life, why do you care about the afterlife?"

"No, no."

At the end of the ceremony, the dragon girl was still arguing.

Mu Qingyun felt embarrassed for Emperor Yongchang for a moment, then smiled and said: "This is Princess Minmin of the Jinta tribe. She came to kill me this time. Well, her courage is commendable."

Commander Xiao reacted the fastest. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen imperial guards swarmed forward, one holding a knife and the other holding a shield.