The scene was dead silent.

The smile on the Northern Di envoy's face froze into ice (although the ice had melted), and he stared blankly at the pool of "Wolf Totem Ice Cream" on the ground. The strong men lifting the ice sculpture were at a loss.

Sanbao Su Yu poked his little head out of the cloud boat, looked at the water stains on the ground, his face full of confusion: "Big dog... melted?" His dragon horn flashed, and a tiny rainbow shot towards the pool of liquid, as if trying to "freeze" it again. As a result, only a layer of colorful oil film appeared on the surface of the "ice cream", which looked even weirder.

"Pfft..." Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing first, and then, like ripples, suppressed laughter spread through the crowd. The Northern Di envoy's face turned from white to red, and then from red to blue, a spectacular sight.

**The Southern Xinjiang Saint’s Flying Gift:**

Southern Xinjiang's gift was a unique one: a dance performed by their most beautiful saint. As she moved, a "spiritual rain of flowers" imbued with life was shed, condensing into a "Sacred Heart Orchid" as a gift. With her graceful figure and lightly tapping her bare feet, she danced like a spirit among flowers, captivating everyone's attention.

Just as she was spinning to the climax, with her delicate hands raised, about to condense the "Sacred Heart Orchid" symbolizing blessing—

"Gurgle..." A golden, round object rolled out from Erbao Su Heng's "patrol route" at some point in time, and with the help of the terrain, it slid accurately onto the bluestone slab where the saint was about to step!

It was Su Heng's golden pacifier! The little guy was so engrossed in "quality inspection" of a box of Donghuang tribute snacks that he accidentally dropped his pacifier on the ground!

The saint spun around, landed her feet, and her toes landed squarely on the round and smooth pacifier that carried the "bank president's blessing of vitality"!

"Ah——!" A short cry of surprise!

The Saint of Southern Border felt her feet slip, and an irresistible, milky, slippery force instantly threw her off balance! Like a cannonball, her graceful dance transformed into a frantic trapeze, tracing a high parabola. Under the horrified gaze of countless guests, she soared past the crowd, over the flower beds, and straight towards... the imperial kitchen, improvised in the corner!

Bang! Crash!

Accompanied by the loud noise of pots and pans falling to the ground and the terrified screams of the royal chefs, the saint smashed through the oilcloth ceiling of the royal kitchen in an extremely indecent posture, and landed precisely into a sauce bucket next to a giant roast suckling pig that had just been taken out of the oven and was about to be served at the banquet!

The sauce splattered everywhere! Red, brown, and sticky sauce covered her body and face! She struggled to emerge from the bucket, a lush green cilantro leaf still on her head. And the "Sacred Heart Orchid" that carried all her blessings and grace disintegrated into tiny dots of light the moment she flew out.

The imperial kitchen was a mess, and the chefs stared in amazement at the "Flying Saintess" who had descended from the sky, covered in sauce. Outside, in the square, after a brief silence, a roar of laughter, even louder than when the Beidi ice sculpture melted, erupted, practically blowing the roof off the room! Even Dabao Su Chen, clutching an abacus, twitched his lips imperceptibly.

Second child Su Heng realized that his pacifier had caused trouble, and he ran over with his short legs, picked up the golden pacifier that had rolled over to the side of the sauce bucket, blew on it with heartache, and then looked at the disheveled Saint in the bucket, his little face full of apology: "Sister...slippery...Hengheng pacifier...will help you...wipe it?" He raised the pacifier and wanted to rub it on the Saint's face, but was stopped by A Luo who came over after hearing the news, with a helpless smile.

**Donghuang National Master’s career Waterloo:**

The Donghuang Imperial Master was renowned for his ability to decipher celestial secrets and predict good and bad luck. His gift was a millennia-old "Universal Star Plate," said to be crafted from fragments of extraterrestrial stars. This plate automatically predicted auspicious omens, adding a touch of glamour to the banquet. With an air of immortal grace, the Imperial Master solemnly placed the plate on a specially crafted jade table before the assembled audience, forming hand gestures and chanting incantations.

The star disk glowed, and the projections of the stars on it began to slowly move and combine, and it was about to form an auspicious star map of "hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and thousands of auspicious auras"!

Just then!

From the warm room, a subtle yet seemingly disruptive wave quietly spread. Lingbao Su Ling, still asleep, seemed a little uncomfortable with the noise outside. His brows furrowed slightly, and he unconsciously kicked his feet.

Several intricate platinum-colored patterns flashed across the surface of the special brocade diaper wrapped around her little bottom! A "diaper formula," composed of the pure power of the "eternal number" principle and imbued with a certain underlying logic of the universe, silently crossed space and precisely covered the brilliant and dazzling Vientiane constellation of Donghuang Imperial Master!

Buzz!

The light of the star disk suddenly dimmed!

The "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" star map that was forming above instantly twisted and collapsed! In its place, there was a chaotic, frantic, jumping mass of numbers and symbols made of starlight! 1, 0, π, ∑, ∫, ∞... These mathematical symbols were like out-of-control spirits, dashing across the star disk, colliding with each other, forming all sorts of bizarre patterns: one moment it resembled a crooked pacifier (suspected to be influenced by Erbao), the next it turned into a pile of squirming pickle jars (origin unknown), and finally it froze into a huge, constantly flickering mass made of starlight.

**“404 Not Found”** (Technical support provided by Chenbao Abacus?)!

The sage-like demeanor on Donghuang Imperial Master's face instantly shattered! He stared in amazement as the thousand-year-old, national treasure he cherished like his life transformed into a grotesque display flashing with garbled characters and "404"s! His proud deduction skills paled in comparison to this chaotic jumble of mathematical symbols!

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