PDLP Chapter 134 The Ceremony of Inviting God
Chapter 134 The Ceremony of Inviting God
Mu Qingchen, who was reading in the study, was not as calm as he had imagined. After a while, the voice of a secret guard came from outside the door.
After he put the book down and listened to the secret guard's report on Qingyu's side, he wanted to get up, but then picked up the book and continued reading.
"Got it. Go ahead." After Mu Qingchen and the others retreated, they looked at the book in their hands, not turning a page for a long time.
He wanted to get up and ask Qiao Shinian, to make her feel less disappointed, and thought about asking her if she needed him to send someone to teach her some self-defense skills.
Such thoughts filled his mind, but were finally dispelled by him.
He already had an idea in his mind. After tonight, he needed to meet her less often in the near future. He would wait until this impulse to do something disappeared and he could face her with a completely calm heart before meeting her again.
After Qiao Shinian lost the only thing she wanted to do, she felt that time became very long. However, she did not indulge herself so much as to practice her daily homework in Prince Xian's Mansion.
In the end, she simply sat in the shade with her face in her hands and stared blankly. Reading was impossible for her because she might not recognize the words on the book. She couldn't frequently disturb Mu Qingchen who was reading when she encountered words she didn't recognize. Such a reading process must have been tiring and annoying.
Finally, she simply asked if the wooden board was ready. When she heard that it was, she quickly asked him to give it to her. Finally, she found a place with beautiful scenery and painted for more than an hour. Finally, she waited for Mu Qingchen to call her out.
Before going out, Qiao Shinian estimated the time. It was about five o'clock in the afternoon, which was almost time for dinner.
In the carriage, for some reason, the atmosphere was a little awkward and neither of them spoke.
In silence, we arrived at the outer city.
Qiao Shinian noticed a slight change in Mu Qingchen's attitude. She was not sure whether it was the awkward question raised at noon or the words said before nap that made Mu Qingchen feel a little unhappy.
Qiao Shinian was lost in her memory review. She guessed that it might be the conversation before the nap. After all, the questions raised during lunch made Mu Qingchen laugh out loud, and only after the conversation before the nap did he become a little quiet.
In the silent atmosphere, the carriage stopped, and Mu Qingchen asked her gently as always what she wanted to eat. After getting Qiao Shinian's answer that either was fine, he took her to a restaurant outside the city with the best view.
As soon as he arrived, he saw that there were already quite a few people sitting inside, and the seats by the windows on the second floor were almost empty. The shopkeeper naturally recognized Mu Qingchen and quickly found the best seat for him.
Just after ordering the dishes, Mo Lin and a woman in red came upstairs to find a seat.
After the two looked at each other, Mo Lin smiled and walked over: "Your Highness, do you mind sharing the table? I'll pay for this meal! This is the best seat for you, and this girl and I are here tonight to pray to the gods, so please help us."
Mu Qingchen looked at Qiao Shinian, who leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't look at me, I'm fine with it. If you look at me like this and you disagree, will he think that I disagree?"
Mu Qingchen only felt a little itchy on his neck. He suppressed the urge to reach out and touch his neck. He nodded slightly at Mo Lin.
Mo Lin strode forward and sat opposite him, saying in a generous tone, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your help. Qinghong, why don't you thank Your Majesty quickly?"
The woman in red took two steps forward and bowed to Mu Qingchen: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
She had a soft voice, a voluptuous figure, and a very good appearance. She had a string of small bells around her waist, which made a pleasant "ding-dong" sound when she walked. Qiao Shinian's eyes lit up, and she tilted her head and asked, "Mr. Mo..."
"Hey! Stop, I'm not following you! I just happened to meet you here." Mo Lin said hurriedly, and his tone sounded like he didn't want to have anything to do with Qiao Shinian.
Qiao Shinian shut up. She just wanted to ask if she could talk to this beautiful girl alone later.
During the meal, Mo Lin raised his glass and toasted Mu Qingchen frequently, looking like they were having a very pleasant conversation.
Qiao Shinian ate quietly. Looking at the way the girl named Qinghong sitting opposite him ate, he couldn't help but adjust his eating habits slightly.
After the meal, the sky was slightly dark, and the restaurant had already hung up lanterns. Qiao Shinian took the drawing board and paper from Qingyu and said to Mu Qingchen, "I'm done eating. Now I'm going to move around and practice my hand skills."
She had an impulse and excitement to witness history from Qinghong's dress and actions. She roughly guessed Qinghong's identity, and she also knew the identity of Molin beside her. Although she was in this place and in this era, she still had a sense of excitement to communicate with historical figures from different classes.
This feeling of excitement and excitement reached its peak the moment she took out the paintbrush from her purse.
The moment she held the drawing board in one hand and took out a simple clip from her purse to fix the drawing paper with the other hand, she felt so involved!
She has lived in this era for such a long time, but unintentional behavioral discoveries like these always make her forget the fact that she has also been living in this era.
Mo Lin looked at Qiao Shinian curiously as he leaned on the railing and gestured with something strange that looked like a pen.
The hustle and bustle in the restaurant and the hustle and bustle downstairs seem to be one and the same, but also like the sounds of two different worlds.
At this moment, Qiao Shinian felt like he was standing in the perspective of God, watching this ancient worship of gods, watching them mobilizing troops to seek oracles, and watching ordinary people participating in it by praying.
All of this was so new and shocking, making people excited to see such a scene. At this moment, she completely forgot that she had lived here for two years. She regarded herself as a witness and wanted to record it all with her brush.
She gazed deeply at the three people sitting at the table in front of her, drinking tea and waiting. They were like a still painting. In her eyes, at this moment, it was as if the pause button had been pressed, and everyone was still.
It was like a still from a movie, like a space where she existed alone. She carefully observed their every move, noticed all the details, and memorized all the colors.
Finally she turned and looked downstairs, at the clouds gradually darkening in the distance.
A picture of prosperity gradually emerged under her hands, and everything was restored under her brush.
There are people on the platform preparing for the sacrificial ceremony, people waiting below the platform, the crowded scene, the lanterns full of ancient charm, and the hazy light emitted by the surrounding shops.
At this moment, Qiao Shinian just felt that the world was so wonderful and she was so lucky to witness a ceremony to summon gods.
As she handed a piece of drawing paper to Qingyu, the next painting had already taken shape. She was waiting for the ceremony to begin.
She could no longer hear the noise from the restaurant behind her, and her eyes were fixed on the high platform.
The last ray of light disappeared in the sky, followed by a long, strange tune coming from someone's mouth.
The man sitting cross-legged on the platform wearing a feather hat and a ghost mask began to beat a drum. The men and women in god-calling costumes below the platform began to dance to the beat of the drum, singing strange prayers.
An eerie and spooky atmosphere arose spontaneously. The people clasped their hands together, bowed their heads and muttered prayers. The sound of prayers rose one after another, further highlighting the solemnity and eerie atmosphere.
Looking at this scene, Qiao Shinian was almost stunned. Such a scene was so rare!
Although she never believed in ghosts and gods, and although she had such a fantastic journey, she had never imagined the power of ghosts and gods. After seeing this scene, she even wanted to believe that gods really existed in the world!