Husband is a little milk dragon

Chapter 46 Can I not let my concubine go?

There were many people participating in the sacrificial ceremony, almost all members of the royal family came.

Even the crown prince, mother and concubine Li, who had been sick for many years, also arrived, but she was not like Concubine Ling to watch a good show, she just stared at the little Nan Gu on the altar for a long time, and was called out by Duan Lengxi, She just came back to her senses, blinked her eyes, and didn't look at the altar again.

Of course, many of them came to watch the jokes like Concubine Ling, but due to the solemn atmosphere, no one dared to mess around at this juncture.

According to etiquette, after Master Si Ming finished reading the scriptures, Nan Gu and the others had to accept the "baptism" of Nanxue King - it is said that those who drink the divine water leaves will be purified in body and mind.

After Gong Ninghuan drank the Shenshui leaf handed over by King Nanxue, she didn't feel purified, but the expression of His Royal Highness Xiaoer next to her was much more exciting than her.

At that time, Nan Gu took a sip, frowned and smashed his mouth, as if he was brewing something, took another sip, continued to brew for a while, then turned his head and told Gong Ninghuan: "The taste of horse milk."

Gong Ninghuan wore a phoenix crown on her head, and she couldn't see her facial expression clearly, but she still looked at Nan Gu's small mouth with a sullen face. How elusive is the expression at this time - Shen Shuiye is said to smell like mare's milk.

Fortunately, this was just a small episode. After drinking the Shenshui Ye, King Nanxue stared at Nan Gu for a long time, his voice was so low that only Gong Ninghuan who was beside Nan Gu could hear him, and asked him slowly , "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Nan Gu looked up at him and said nothing.

The little guy's expression became a little weird, and he seemed to be planning something. After a while, Nan Xuewang seemed to sense his hesitation, and rarely smiled lightly: "Nan Gu, tell me."

Nan Gu stared at him, moved his lips and said, "Can I not let my concubine go?"

Hearing this, King Nanxue slightly raised his eyebrows, then turned his gaze to Gong Ninghuan beside Nan Gu, looked at Gong Ninghuan, but didn't say anything, turned around and looked at Si Ming, Si Ming After receiving the order, he let go of his shrill voice, and the time for ordering to enter the museum has come.

From below the altar, a long road was withdrawn, and the falling flowers flying all over the sky on both sides of the road dazzled people's eyes.

Priests dressed in strange and colorful clothes stood in two long rows to welcome them. Along with the Taoists who clasped their hands behind them and chanted Sanskrit, the ice-wood coffin was presented on the altar amidst the bursts of Sanskrit.

Nan Gu suddenly held Gong Ninghuan's slender fingers, and the temperature was as icy and cold as usual.But he held on tight.

The coffin was big enough to accommodate two people. There were many gold and silver treasures around the coffin. When Gong Ninghuan and Nan Gu were sent into the huge coffin, they could still hear the Sanskrit voice clearly. Echoing, a little harsh.

The burdens that Nan Gu insisted on bringing into the tomb were finally allowed to be brought into the coffin after Mr. Si Ming's inspection.

The ice-wood coffin was probably taken from the northern frigid place. Even Gong Ninghuan could clearly feel the biting chill coming from the back of her neck when she lay on it, but Nan Gu's reaction was unexpected. Contrary to her expectations, Nan Gu didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, and he didn't feel any discomfort when lying on it. He just rolled his eyes curiously and looked at the treasures piled up in the coffin.

(End of this chapter)