[2] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 60.4 The Burning Wings of Flame

Han Shaoling narrowed his eyes. After a long time, a sneer rose from the corner of his lips, and he turned his head back and went towards the high platform.

The high platform is located in the north of the Royal City. It is a square black platform with a height of more than thirty zhang high. It is made of stone and surrounded by steps. It looks like a long dragon was encircling the towering black platform.

Under the leadership of Han Shaoling, a group of young talents from the royal family began to climb the steps.

The Princess from Bai state was not able to sell herself successfully. Thinking that she herself was not happy, she couldn’t help opening her mouth to seek bad luck for Sang Yuanyuan and said: “Princess Sang, I’m afraid that it’s not polite for you to take a civilian up here.”

At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan was happily climbing the high platform side by side with You Wuming. Hearing this, she suddenly refused to agree with it and turned around to say: “My husband is an immortal that descended to the world. He can fly. Being able to stand with him in the same place, is a blessing that you have cultivated in your eight lifetimes. He doesn’t even complain about you. What are you rattling for anyway?”

Princess Bai: “……” Her eyes that looked at Sang Yuanyuan was like looking at a mentally retarded person.

Yun Xuzhou laughed loudly and gave Princess Bai a sharp gaze: “It’s none of your business anyway! Saying so much nonsense, can you even get married? “

Princess Bai: “……”

After a stick of incense’s time, following the winding dragon road, they finally climbed to the top of the high platform. The thirty zhang high platform is not obstructed at all, and the wind is particularly strong.

Princess Bai, who was at the back, murmured to others in a low voice: “My kindness came to no good, you all just wait to see a good play then! Only the royal family can participate in the high platform ceremony. I dare to guarantee it, that Han Shaoling will definitely take this opportunity to get rid of this wild man! “

Han Shaoling walked to the stage.

In the middle of the high platform, there is a huge eight-legged bronze incense burner.

There is a bronze archway behind the incense burner, on which many exotic animals are carved, ferocious and simple. Under the archway is the sacrificial table.

The ceremony begins.

The priests in white robes sent the offerings to the high platform, stood at the bottom of the last step, and entrusted the gold plates to Han Shaoling one by one.

Han Shaoling took the offerings, put them on the sacrificial table in order, and then lit the incense.

In the eight-legged bronze incense burner, the flames soared to the sky, and the smokes curled up, as if they could reach the ninety-nine heaven.

After doing this, Han Shaoling walked slowly to the front of the high platform and began to silently recite the sacrificial inscriptions to pray for blessing.

Han Shaoling prayed in a low voice in front of them. Sang Yuanyuan could not help but pull at You Wuming’s cuff and whispered to him.

“Will you also bring your people to worship heaven?”

“Of course.”

She somewhat didn’t believe it. She turned her head and looked at him: “You will say the prayer till the next shichen so honestly like this? I don’t believe it.”

You Wuming raised his eyebrows, turned his head to the side and said in a low voice to her: “No one can hear what I am saying anyway.”

“Pfftt.”

Well, as far as the ceremony is concerned, there is nothing wrong with it.

All of a sudden, she wanted to follow him to worship heaven.

Seeing him standing in front seriously and muttering the prayer, and at that time, she will secretly throw some ‘kelp’ on him to listen to what he was whispering about.

Sang Bujin dragged his feet over.

He said unhappily: “In just this short of time, seven or eight people have already come to me to propose a marriage. I said you have been betrothed to someone, but no one believes it. And those who believe it, also say they still want to fight for it.”

Sang Yuanyuan smiled and said: “This is a Golden Shell. Of course they all want to fight for it.”

“Their dream is really beautiful!” He leaned closer, “Little Sister, you and that Qin clan’s ancestor, could it be that there’s really any trick in it?”

Sang Yuanyuan smiled mysteriously: “I am not telling you!”

Over there, Han Shaoling finally finished his prayer.

After doing some additional rituals, he took out the incense, and asked everyone to step forward one by one to light it up, put it in the incense burner, and complete the ceremony.

“The ceremony is completed. It has been a hard work for everyone.” Han Shaoling smiled and nodded.

Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming finished their incense and prepared to go downstairs.

Suddenly, they were stopped by Han Shaoling politely.

She looked at him suspiciously.

“I’m sorry, Princess Sang.” Han Shaoling’s face was smiling, but his tone was as cold as a knife. “Except for the royal family, those who step on the high platform are all sacrifices. The rules are like this. Please don’t blame me, Princess.”