101 ways of death of male god in fast time travel

Chapter 152 Want me to die, rain you have nothing to do. (three more)

Seeing her like this, I had expectations and worries in my heart, and I didn't want to stay longer, so I got up and left.After returning to the small courtyard where she lived, Third Aunt saw the person coming back and hurriedly put down the embroidery in her hand: "How is it? Did she drink the medicine?"

"Drink it. When the Sparrow God Festival is held on the first day of August, the injury on her forehead will get bigger and bigger. I will take the opportunity to persuade her to let me replace it, so that I can show my face now." Nangong Qian said, what is on her face? There is a weak color, and everything is inevitable.

It turns out that this was all planned. He took the opportunity to push the person out of the embroidered pavilion, and then pretended to take care of him, but in fact he drugged and murdered him. All of this was for the purpose of performing a dance for the bird god later.

The third aunt listened, and was also very happy: "Well, then, mother will exchange some embroidery for you to make up your body, so that you will look radiant when the time comes."

The concubine's young lady and the unfavored aunt are like this. Sometimes they are not as good as the favored maid by the master's side. Nangong Qian looked at her mother with distress. Concubine, King Ling Wangrui is her target.

After the people left, Nangong Zhou took out the pills that his mother had prepared and took one.Of course she knew that the medicine Nangongqian had put other things in. She had to thank her in her previous life. Before she died, she had told her plan exactly, so that she could guard against it in this life.

Do you want to dance?Like climbing up to King Rui, it depends on whether I agree or not.

Shihua looked at the charter in his hand indifferently, the thick stack was as wide as the width of a finger.What is this tm?What Sparrow God Festival?What dance to sacrifice to the gods, woo woo woo!Kill me?
The two people in the Ministry of Rites saw the indifference of Master Shaoguo. Could it be that there is something wrong with the rules and regulations?Thinking about it, I didn't dare to ask, so I could only wait quietly.

After barely reading it, I put down the notebook and watched the two people's minds go blank again, what sacrifice?What dance?What are those things: "this"

"Master Shao, but what's wrong with the regulations?" The Minister of Rites was also surprised, it was always based on this in previous years.However, it was the first time for the young master to preside over the Sparrow God Festival without the master's absence, so I'm afraid he also wanted to do a better job.

If Shihua knew that Shangshu thought this way, he might have to kowtow to thank him for his brainpower, and nodded: "It's not a big problem, but some details need to be properly arranged." Shihua sat on the grand master's chair behind the desk, I am optimistic about your expectant eyes, but I have already knelt down to the two adults in my heart: You are the only labor and management, please do it yourself and don't bother me, please.

In fact, I don't know what's going on at all. If I'm more careful, I can still refer to it when the time comes, so I won't be ashamed on the day of the Sparrow God Festival.

"Yes." The Minister of Rites didn't dare to ask anything, and took the order to leave Xianxing Palace.The two adults walked side by side, one was the Minister of Rites and the other was the servant.

The servant is a man in his early thirties, with a Chinese face but with the elegance of Confucius and Mencius on his body, he looks puzzled: "Li Shangshu, what does this young master say is appropriate?"

"I'm afraid it's the first time Master Shao presided over the Sparrow God Sacrifice, and he wanted to be perfect, so he made this statement." Li Shangshu stroked his goatee with a clear expression.

When the minister heard this, he also understood and raised his heart again. This was also the first time he was promoted to minister to draw up the regulations for the Bird God Sacrifice.

After the person left, Shihua felt that his head was going to be bald again. What he said was that such a big event usually has its own regulations, and he didn't have to come in person, so as to avoid exposure.

I don’t know if there is a group buying hair tonic recently. How many boxes of his hair do you want to buy?
(End of this chapter)