The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

It is more magnificent than the altar at the palace.

There are 99 steps under the altar of Fangshan, and there are waterways in the four directions of south, north, east and west.

The water drawn from the source of the Zisang River is so clear that you can see the bottom. Today's sunshine is just right, and the waves are so sparkling that you can't open your eyes.

The water flows like a stream, stretches upwards, and gathers into a pool above the altar.

In the shallow pool, you can see the underlying texture through the water surface. The bronze pattern contains mysterious water patterns, as well as the mountains and land that symbolize Fangshan.

The soldiers were dressed in armor and stood ready.

The ministers were dressed in high-grade court clothes and ranked next.

The royal relatives are in front.

The red carpet stretched for several miles, and the priest took out the river water from the Zisang River, brushed his face with Zisang leaves, and turned around to show the public.

People salute.

The priest carrying the water stepped onto the red carpet and stopped at the bottom of the steps.

Zi Sang Yunyang stepped forward, his white fingers gleamed translucently under the sun, and water droplets dripped from his fingertips.

He tapped his hand in the air.

In a trance, everyone felt the sweet water dripping on their foreheads.

But when they touched it, there was nothing.

The coolness between Cai Cai's eyebrows just now seemed to be an illusion.

Even though it was not the first time to participate in the River God Festival hosted by Zi Sang Yunyang, the royal relatives and ministers in the front row felt that it was miraculous.

I feel relaxed all over.

Chu Zhiyu and a group of concubines stood on the side a little far away, in an inconspicuous position, but it was much better than those ordinary people who were blocked outside.

Although standing some distance away, Chu Zhiyu also felt the drop of coolness on the tip of her brow.

Hu Weiwei stood here for the first time to participate in the River God Festival, her eyes sparkled.

She stared obsessively at the tall and majestic figure of King Qin above.

"It's amazing. This is the River God Festival that everyone wants to participate in. I feel light all over."

No wonder those ministers and concubines are fighting over their heads for the places to come here.

"Your Majesty is so mighty."

If Chu Zhiyu read it correctly, there were stars twinkling in her eyes.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at King Qin above him, wearing a black dragon robe, an imperial crown on his head, and purple gold boots.

The waist is thin and weak, but he has the majesty of being in a high position, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands with rain.

Can't wait.

Chu Zhiyu still recognized King Qin's beauty.

She quickly came back to her senses and concentrated on feeling the surrounding situation.

Accompanied by the advancement of the River God Sacrifice, Zisang Yunyang and the King of Qin climbed onto the high platform, and a priest took off their boots for them, and stepped barefoot into the pool in the center of the altar.

Whispering and singing from the mouth.

A few white clouds floated slowly over the altar, and it began to rain in the eyes of everyone.

The sun was still hanging in the sky, the sky was clear, and the sun rained down on the altar, pattering down on the people, taking away the heat.

Very comfortable.

The soul is also washed by this sun rain.

The green water and green mountains are brighter, the dead trees are in spring, and the birds take off, hovering and landing on the unwilling branches of the altar, chirping and watching.

The beasts of the forest cheered.

Chu Zhiyu felt the breath of the soil, the joy of the forest, and the joy of all the beasts.

The spontaneous admiration for Zisang Yunyang showed from his eyes.

Everything goes as deployed.

Unbelievably smooth.

Immediately afterwards, a priest invited out the statue of the river god. The river god held a willow branch in his left hand and a flower in his right hand. The seat of the god below was the rolling hills.

There was a compassionate smile on the corner of his lips.

Dressed in Tsing Yi.

In a trance, the figure of Zi Sang Yunyang standing on the head and the god statue were facing each other from a distance, and gradually merged into one, somewhat similar in shape.

Chu Zhiyu shook his head, then opened his eyes, and found Zisang Yunyang glanced at him.

She smiled back.

The flash of inspiration in my mind disappeared.