The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 212 New Year's Blessing 1
Before dawn on the second day, Luo Chuchu was helped into the carriage by the maids of honor.

"Heh..." Luo Chuchu yawned and asked, "Did Master Yan come?"

The maids looked at each other, lowered their heads and shook.

"Well, he's been working very hard recently, so it's better to sleep a little longer." Luo Chuchu said in a daze.

Yan Wenmao didn't leave the window until the carriage drove a certain distance and disappeared under the cover of the palace.

Although Luo Chuchu had agreed to go to the National Teacher's Mansion, he still couldn't send her away with a smile on his face.

Hope nothing happens...

Yan Wenmao closed his eyes, and the slightly bright skylight illuminated his face through the half-opened window.

The long crow-blue eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the pair of eyes that were always bright and sharp, making them look a bit fragile.The long eyebrows are like knives and almost go into the temples, like ink painting on sapphire, so beautiful that it is hard to describe.

When he no longer looks at people with power, he is even more like a creation condensed by the essence of heaven and earth than Sikong Jin.

It's just this side, maybe no one will ever see it.

……

The horse-drawn carriage stopped outside the National Teacher's Mansion.

Si Kongjin knew that according to the usual practice, Luo Chuchu would definitely come over on this day, so he got ready early.

The maids moved the items that Luo Chuchu and others needed into the National Teacher's Mansion, and the three of them headed inward with Luo Chuchu as the leader.

When Wen Ruyue came to the National Teacher's Mansion, remembering the strangeness Zhu Fanghua showed last time when she came here with Luo Chuchu, she couldn't help but glance at her vaguely.

Luo Chuchu walked in the front and stepped straight into the Immortal Terrace.

Different from praying in June, this time praying is on the top floor of Xianrentai.

It is said that this is the place closest to the sky, where I pray that the sky can hear it.

Luo Chuchu didn't take it seriously. It's almost New Year's Day, and if you go to such a high place, will the sky hear it? If you don't wear enough clothes, you will definitely catch a cold.

Luo Chuchu wrapped the fur coat around her body - she provided the blueprint, and the embroiderer made her a long one, which was much warmer than the cloak, even a little hot.

The three of them walked up the steps, and as expected, they were out of breath again.

Thinking of going down to live in the small building after today's blessing, Luo Chuchu couldn't help feeling that life was full of darkness.

While resting against the wall, Luo Chuchu deliberately raised her voice and said, "The steps are trembling and difficult to walk on. If only there was some way to walk more easily."

Wen Ruyue was about to say that Luo Chuchu couldn't speak so loudly, which would damage the majesty of the Empress, but after thinking about it, she refrained from preaching.

Before departure, Yan Wenmao sent someone to remind her, telling her to exercise restraint and not make Luo Chuchu unhappy.

This was the first time that Yan Wenmao had warned her so seriously, Wen Ruyue thought that she might have to stay in the palace for a long time, so she paid a little attention.

Zhu Fanghua stared at Luo Chuchu's back, wondering what she was thinking.

As Luo Chuchu expected, Si Kongjin heard Luo Chuchu's voice.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, last time he stood with Luo Chuchu for an hour, she was thinking about her aura.

...just this once.

After resting and walking up again, Luo Chuchu was pleasantly surprised to find that her legs seemed to be much more flexible.

Didn't expect Sikong Jin to be able to control the spiritual energy from such a distance... No, she should have thought of it, every time Sikong Jin opened the door by remote control, didn't he?
Zhu Fanghua discovered that Luo Chuchu's climbing speed seemed to be much faster. Does she really want to see Sikong Jin that much?
When the three of them finally stood on the top floor, Luo Chuchu, who was absent-minded, and Wen Ruyue, who had his own heart, were also amazed by Sikong Jin's outfit today, not to mention Zhu Fanghua, who liked him in the first place.

I saw that Si Kong Jin was not wearing the light colors that he usually wears, but was dressed in grand and colorful clothes.

The clothes on his body were a mixture of black and gold, his upper body was very solemn, and the hem was embroidered with complex and intertwined fine lines with gold thread, which was beautiful and mysterious, in contrast to the grandeur of his upper body, contradictory and harmonious.

The clothes had a strong sacrificial color. Sikong Jin was tall and thin, like a young god, and also like the only sacrifice in the world that was sacrificed to the god.

Clothes were nothing more than clothes, Sikong Jin also had a golden hair crown on his head, and tied his black hair into a high ponytail, with a few strands of hair hanging by his ears, which gave him a touch of elegance in addition to his solemnity.

The most special thing is that he wears a half black gold mask on his face, which only covers the left cheek.A thin metal chain is connected to the hair crown, the jade-like complexion is somewhat transparent under the gold chain, the lips are light pink, and the long eyelashes have a pair of pure-colored eyes.

These two soft colors add a bit of indescribable...attractiveness to the whole outfit in addition to being cold and rigid.

Luo Chuchu looked a little sluggish, this is simply the person who came out of the cg of the Otome game in the previous life, this outfit is really too good-looking, right?
Then there was some imbalance, why did the sacrificial costume she wore have chicken feathers... No, Toba's dress looks like an Indian, and Sikong Jin's can look so good?
Different from the eyes she was used to seeing all kinds of real-life ps and beautiful men in anime images, Zhu Fanghua and Wen Ruyue had never seen such a formation before, and immediately they didn't know where they were, and stared at Sikong Jin in a daze.

Luo Chuchu felt that it was unacceptable for the room of four people to be so silent, so he coughed and asked, "National Teacher, will the clothes we wear for this sacrifice be as good-looking as yours?"

"..."

Zhu Fanghua's deep thoughts were interrupted by Luo Chuchu's question, she looked away slightly, and then put her eyes back on Sikong Jin.

Sikong Jin was stunned for a moment, and said: "Your Majesty, I don't know..."

Luo Chuchu said without hesitation: "You really look good dressed like this, this outfit really complements you."

Sikong Jin looked normal, and said: "Since His Majesty has arrived, let's start praying."

Although it's just for a meal, the sense of ritual is still enough.

Luo Chuchu wanted to copy a sacrificial oration by herself and burn it. She wanted to doodle and finish the job, but Wen Ruyue and Zhu Fanghua were chanting next to her, looking at it from time to time, so she had to write in her best state.

It's a pity that she hasn't practiced calligraphy for long enough, even though she tried her best to write neatly, Wen Ruyue's dislike is still palpable.

Luo Chuchu couldn't bear her disgusting gaze, and was about to break the calm to say something, when there was a faint noise outside.

She put down the pen logically and looked at Si Kong Jin.

That's right, Sikong Jin also copied more than one of the sacrificial texts, so Luo Chuchu didn't feel too unbalanced.

"Master, what's going on outside?"

Sikong Jin was silent.

Luo Chuchu was surprised, why could he still feel the helplessness emanating from him with his back to her?
"It's Princess Xianghua."

"Luo Xianghua?" Luo Chuchu frowned.

This makes sense, who dares to make trouble outside at this time, Luo Xianghua is the only one.

(End of this chapter)