Fang Fei's throat rumbled, her eyes rolled back, and she was about to hold her breath. Luo Jia let go of her hand angrily, as if she had experienced the first defeat in her life. She stretched out her hand and tore the erotic picture into pieces and threw it on the palace lantern.

There was a burning smell inside. He lifted Fang Fei and threw it heavily on the marble floor outside like a stone. With a bang, he closed the door with his own hands.

The maids outside looked at the little girl who flew out like a kite. No one dared to help her, and they were all frightened. Under the bright palace lantern, they saw that her long old palace dress was dragged into a mess, and her hair was

It's shaped like a chicken coop.

Poor Fang Fei fell to the ground, feeling dizzy from the fall. She got up after a while, touched her forehead, and found blood on her hands. She turned around and left without crying.

The next day.

The imperial palace of the Dayan Kingdom was once again in a state of uproar, and a powerful ceremony was held - the ceremony for the adopted daughter of the Northern Emperor Luo Jia. Originally, everyone thought it was just a farce, slaves, why is there such a big fanfare? However, Luo Jia

He kept saying no surprises, he believed that a slave and an adopted daughter were almost the same thing.

The ministers were simply incomprehensible. There was a big difference between a slave and an adopted daughter, right? But how dare they disobey Luojia's order? Fortunately, there was nothing to prepare. Everyone was busy, just waiting to watch the show. The announcement had already been circulated.

Yes, but only a few people were allowed to participate.

The auspicious time has arrived.

Luo Jia was sitting on the dragon chair in the middle, and under him sat the trembling old King Dayan and Concubine Zhang.

A palace servant struck a cymbal, and Fang Fei, who was newly dressed, was brought up. She was wearing a princess dress with seven beaded hairpins, and her long flowing sleeves were trailing on the marble floor. Obviously, she had never worn anything like this before.

Wearing gorgeous clothes, she looked around curiously as she walked. Perhaps because her etiquette training was not in place, she staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground on the skirt of her dress.

As soon as the maids helped her up, she nibbled on the mud a few times. Luojia burst into laughter. The maids were frightened and frightened, so they simply helped her up and half-draged and half-pulled her forward.

It was her first time to experience such a "grand" occasion. She was looking around curiously when her head was half held down by the palace maid, and she knelt in front of Luo Jia. She was about to raise her head, but was held down by the palace maid. Luo Jia said: "Lift up."

"Start." The two palace maids let go of their hands and stepped aside, still watching her cautiously, for fear that she would cause some trouble again.

She raised her head and saw that the bruised blood mark on her forehead was still there and could not be covered up even with makeup, like a red monkey's butt. Luo Jia couldn't help but laugh. He was about to laugh, but he forced himself to hold it back.

"The auspicious time has come, salute you."

The etiquette was also very rushed. Fangfei was in a hurry and was forced to do various actions by the female officials like a puppet. Until her limbs were sore and weak, the etiquette officer was about to give the order: "The ceremony is completed", but Luo Jia waved his hand to stop him.

I know His Majesty's intentions, so I immediately took a step back.

Everyone was stunned, and the old king was slightly embarrassed. I don’t know why Luo Jia temporarily terminated the last ceremony. Without this ceremony, the ceremony could not be completed! Gao Miao, a close minister, coughed, and even he was not sure about the Northern Emperor.

What is your Majesty's intention? Why do you want to adopt such an ugly girl?

Luo Jia turned to King Dayan as if nothing had happened, half-smiling but not smiling: "Dear Your Majesty the King, do you know there is a rule in our northern country?"

"What...what rules?"

"Every eighteen years, the most beautiful virgin princess will be sacrificed to the god of the jungle."

He almost said this through gritted teeth, his face slightly distorted. His expression suddenly seemed a little dazed. Eighteen years ago, he himself was still a child. It was a sunny spring, the sun was shining brightly, and everything was moist. He

Playing with his beloved third sister in the square outside the temple. The third sister was wearing a snow-white gauze skirt, with a light figure, holding a lot of flowers, and kept calling him: "Luojia, Luojia..."

Many people came around and surrounded the third sister, making her look like the most beautiful fairy. Then, they walked towards the blazing fire... He did not know, never knew, that the beautiful face of the third sister would be looming in the fire.

From then on, it turned into smoke and the wild flowers in her hand could no longer be seen, completely disappearing from this world.
Chapter completed!