The wolf king of the idle little woman

Chapter 12

The next day, the sky was slightly brighter.

Summer was awakened by Zelan and Ziju, and then washed, bathed with incense, and dressed.

Because Sang Mo said that he likes simple clothing, the clothes tailored for Sang Mo are all based on the clothes Sang Mo wore when he met the four Lord Protectors last time, but the fabrics and embroidery styles are different as a distinction.

It's just that today, the suit that Sang Mo is wearing must be the orthodox official attire of the palace master, but it is still tailored according to Sang Mo's previous attire, but, on the front of this white as snow silk formal attire, there is an embroidered A golden phoenix outlined by a golden thread stands proudly on a cluster of white peonies with golden edges, but the golden phoenix tail hangs down through the flower clusters and reaches the end, gorgeous and precious.

"The embroidered pattern on this dress is very nice." Looking down at the pattern on the formal dress she was wearing, Sangmo couldn't help admiring.

"That's right, this is a pattern drawn by the priest himself. I heard that the patterns on the official clothes of the Lord Lord of the Hall were all drawn by a painter. Although they are also very beautiful, they are not as good as the Lord Priest himself. Master, the pattern you drew is exquisite and luxurious." Ziju, who was arranging the clothes on Sang Mo's body, nodded while busy with the work in hand.

"Oh, this is a picture drawn by your own hands, the priest." Sang Mo casually looked at the clothes he was wearing, and said with a little surprise.

"Well, it can be seen that the priest is very concerned about you, the master of the temple. He waited for you to come back with his own hands." Ziju said excitedly what she thought.

"Hehe, yes. Wan Chengheng, you draw me a phoenix wearing a peony. It seems that I can't disappoint you too much." How could Sangmo not understand the meaning of Ziju's words, but there are some things that can It's not as simple as it seems on the surface. Someone has helped her to do this, and she, Sangmo, is too embarrassed to be too indifferent. It is not too difficult to give a proper return.

"Are you ready?" After all the maidservants finished their work and stepped aside, Sangmo glanced at himself in the bronze mirror. His white clothes were rustling, the clouds came out, the jade face was lightly brushed, and an ink ribbon Tied in front of the forehead, it is elegant and leisurely, with a beautiful and fairy appearance.Even Sang Mo himself wanted to sigh when he saw this, but people often say that Buddha depends on gold clothes, and people depend on clothes, which is true.

"Yes!" The maidservants replied.

"Then, let's go." After finishing speaking, Sang Mo turned around and flicked the hem of his clothes, and stepped out of the threshold in a heroic manner, heading for the venue where the ceremony was held.

The venue for the ceremony is the square at the main entrance of the Temperament Hall. The square covers a very wide area and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.At this time, thousands of people had already gathered in the square, and they were all disciples in the Rhythm Hall.actually.There are tens of thousands of disciples in Rhythm Hall, but most of them are scattered in four countries and five clans. The journey is far away, and there is no way to rush all of them back to participate in this majestic and important ceremony.

On the high altar, some important adults had already taken their seats, but the main seat on the high altar was still vacant, and no one was seated.And the first seat under the main seat is the priest Wan Chengheng.Wan Chengheng was sitting upright with seriousness, waiting for the arrival of his lord, and no one else dared to talk to him.

Of all the people present today, apart from Wan Chengheng being a man, there was also a man present, and that man was sitting on Wan Chengheng's right hand.If we say that the arrangement of the seats is based on the rank of the position, then the seat that this person is sitting in can be said to be the third.

If you look closely at this person, you will find that this person is [-]% similar to Wan Chengheng who is sitting on his left, but his age seems to be a round older than Wan Chengheng.No need to guess, this person is Wan Chengheng's father, Wan Qiqing, the current patriarch of the Yin clan.

Wan Qiqing's silver hair with the color of the ancient moon hangs straight to the ground, his face is like a crown jade, his eyebrows are bright, and he is dressed in white clothes.It's really worthy of Wan Chengheng's stunning appearance, because his father Wan Qiqing has such a grand appearance, so why is his son not superior to others.What's more, this Wan Chengqing is still the previous priest.

"My lord is here!"

With a high-pitched sound, Sang Mo walked slowly from the east avenue of the Rhythm Hall under the expectant gaze of the crowd.

As soon as everyone heard the report, they all gave way to a road, split up twice, and opened their eyes wide, hoping to see the heroic appearance of the Hall Master when the Lord Hall Master passed in front of them.And when they saw Sang Mo's appearance, the people who were still noisy, when they saw Sang Mo's black hair and black eyes, all opened their mouths and stared wide-eyed without making any sound, and even forgot to breathe.

As soon as Sangmo stepped into the square, he inspected all the people in the square, and then walked towards the high platform with his head held high, slowly, without any nervous expression.

"Oh my god, I read it right just now, our new Hall Master has black hair and black eyes." A female disciple asked in surprise to another female disciple beside her.

"You're not mistaken, I saw it too, it's true. The rumors in the temple these days are true, and we have another miracle in the Temperament Hall." Another woman also said very excitedly.

Seeing Sang Mo slowly stepping up the stairs of the high platform of the ceremony, all the disciples came back to their senses, and there was another commotion below, but everyone's faces were clearly excited.

Climbing up to the high platform of the ceremony, Sang Mo saw a large row of people standing here, seemingly waiting for her to bring them.Could it be that she came late and kept everyone waiting?However, no one reminded her that the time was up, so she walked slowly step by step.

"I'm sorry, Summer is late." Forget it, since everyone is waiting for her, she just apologizes.Without thinking too much, Sang Mo bowed down and apologized to the few people in front of her. She always admits her mistakes, and it is natural to ask everyone to wait for her.

Although Sangmo felt that such an apology and formality were very common, but it was deeply shocking to those who received her salute. They did not expect that Sangmo would do such a thing.Not to mention, the disciples under the high stage of the ceremony were even more in an uproar.

"My lord is too courteous. You are not late. We have to come here first to wait for your arrival. This is an old rule handed down from our ancestors." Wan Chengheng was the first to recover, and hurried up Help up Sang Mo before, and don't let her do any other strange things.

As the master of the palace, it is already a disgraceful thing to salute his subordinates. If Sangmo does something else, Wan Chengheng really doesn't know how much of the prestige he has worked so hard to build for her will be left. ?How many people will submit to her by then?
Alas, this Summer will really cause trouble for him, I didn't expect it.

"Yeah, Lord Hall Master is really good at joking with his subordinates, hehehe..." Wan Chengqing who was on the side saw his son's current Lord Priest of the Rhythm Hall holding his face for Sangmo, so he also opened his mouth Use cheerful words to surround the atmosphere present, let everyone think that what they just heard is a joke, don't take it to heart.

"Well, because I think everyone is too strict, so I just want to relax everyone's mood." Of course, Sangmo understood Wan Chengheng's words, so he used the other person in front of him to look like Wan Chengheng. At the end of the words of the person Heng looks like, he expresses his true meaning.

In fact, Sang Mo really didn't understand why Wan Chengheng reacted so violently after she just apologized, because only Sang Mo knew how much strength he used to hold her hand, and she felt that her wrist Must have been bruised.But Sang Mo didn't push away Wan Chengheng's arm, and still looked at everyone with a slight smile on her face, letting everyone know that she was really joking.

　Alas, the collection is not powerful, the click is not powerful, I can't afford to be hurt, I can't afford to be hurt!
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