God became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 15

King Jing didn't know the connection, so he reminded: "Your Majesty, don't you want to call me the imperial concubine?"

The thoughts of this group of people are written on their faces, and Ying Huo knows what nonsense they are thinking without even thinking about it.

Qian Lai will worship Buddha sincerely, only then will there be ghosts.

As if confirming what he thought, Ying Huo lightly pushed Qian Lai's shoulder.

It's just a very light touch, not as soft and deep as the little girl who burrowed directly into his arms yesterday, but he felt a little thinner.

Recalling yesterday's touch, he frowned imperceptibly, how could the young lady raised by the Zhen Guo government be so thin.

--at the same time.

Qian Lai, who was pushed by him, was unstable and quickly fell to the side.

Yinghuo had no expression on his face, he was struggling between letting her fall awake and supporting her, and chose to let her fall awake.

...but his hands held her uncontrollably.

Well, I'm getting thinner, so I need to get some delicious supplements.

Everyone was confused by this phenomenon.

It turned out that it wasn't about praying to the point of forgetting myself...

but fell asleep...

How big is the heart to fall asleep at this time? !
"Well……"

Qian Lai didn't sleep like a dead pig. She woke up after being pushed down, opened her eyes in a daze, and realized that the world was quite quiet.

Rubbing her eyes blankly, she raised her head and asked, "Your Majesty, have you eaten yet?"

The little girl's body was soft, and her tone of voice was also soft. She looked at him with wet eyes, as if she only had him in her eyes.

Like a milk cat with its claws restrained.

scratched at the tip of his heart.

Qian Lai hadn't realized what was going wrong around her at this moment, and she thought it was over.

Ying Huo withdrew his hand suddenly, his eyelids drooped, adding a gloomy look to this uniquely handsome face, and his thin and bright lips were pursed, bringing a sense of oppression.

He stood with his hands behind his back, as if watching a play.

"Your concubine, how about explaining why you fell asleep while chanting?"

Fortunately, Qian Lai did not have the habit of relying on others, and had already settled down on her own knees.

After this sentence, she finally realized where something went wrong.

Looking around, everyone's eyes were focused on her, with curiosity, scrutiny, and admiration for her.

This imperial concubine is a werewolf.

... oh, sleep was found.

Qian Lai dealt with this situation with ease, and started talking nonsense without blushing.

"Your Majesty, it's like this. Just now when I was sincerely reciting scriptures silently, I was suddenly drawn into a golden light. After being temporarily blinded, I saw a god standing in front of me."

This kind of situation actually exists, and it is in this state when the gods send down oracles or enter a dream.

So Qian Lai's nonsense is based on facts.

It's just that in the Ming Dynasty, this kind of record came from thousands of years ago, and it is still unknown whether there are really gods in the world who dreamed.

Yinghuo smiled, "What's next?"

Qian Lai is not affected.

"Then the gods told me that with the blessing of the Son of Heaven in our country, we will be able to keep the country peaceful and peaceful for thousands of years. If you want the country to be more prosperous, you only need to follow the Son of Destiny who was born on the day of Yinghuo Shouxin forever, and all disasters can be avoided."

She said this in a set manner, and the others looked hesitant, as if they were thinking about the truth of the words.

Yinghuo guards the heart...

For thousands of years, there has been only one person born in Ming Dynasty who was born on Yinghuo Shouxinri.

It is today.

Even though Yinghuo had vaccinated himself, after listening to it, he even began to doubt whether what the little girl said was true or not.

(End of this chapter)