Good guy, stop it... Okay, you can touch it, but don’t pinch it, and leave my abdominal muscles alone.

Zhao Rong, who was bullied by Xiao Qian'er, felt a little regretful.

If I had known earlier, I would have trained these eight abdominal muscles into one, returning to basics.

Not long after, Xiao Qian'er, who was exploring the new things, suddenly looked a little shy and said in an awkward tone: "Brother Rong'er, you...you don't move. I almost rubbed the wrong place."

Zhao Rong, who was twisting his body with a small amplitude, suddenly became expressionless.

If I don't move, your messy little hands will rub me and break my defenses.

Also, I was twisting my body left and right, and you were rubbing downwards, which was the wrong direction, and you're blaming me?

Seeing that Zhao Rong didn't say anything, Zhao Qian'er blinked, her big peach blossom eyes rolled up, and she looked at him from bottom to top.

The little girl suddenly said in a weak voice: "You, are you angry?"

Zhao Rong looked at her without saying anything.

The little girl looked at him for a while, then quickly retracted her mischievous left hand. She quickly straightened Zhao Rong's collar with her two little hands, then she quickly retracted her hands and put them behind her back.

Zhao Qian'er twisted her hands behind her waist, lowered her eyes, bit her lips, and looked like she had made a mistake.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong thought about it.

He was quiet for a while, his tone softened, and he asked softly, "Xiao Qian'er, do you... like abdominal muscles?"

Zhao Qian'er raised her head and glanced at him quickly, then continued to look down and whispered, "Well, I should like him, but I didn't know what it meant to like him before. Just now, I touched him... I liked him after I touched him."

A blush appeared at the base of her ears, like the bright red leaves that love autumn the most in the maple forest beside the road.

I didn’t know whether I liked it before, but now I like it as soon as I touch it?

Excuse me, is this the abdominal muscle of 'Xue Ding'?

Zhao Rong was a little confused at first and was about to speak, but the next second, he raised his eyelids and shut up.

Got it.

I just don't know how to respond.

Zhao Rong turned his eyes away, quietly looking at the maple forest beside him, without saying a word.

The little girl lowered her head to look at her toes, her ears were red, and her two little hands were tugging at the corners of her clothes on both sides, without saying a word.

The air was quiet for a moment.

When people around saw this scene, even a fool would know that something was wrong between the two.

Gu Yiwu even covered his mouth and coughed lightly, then turned around without looking at anything inappropriate, and Yun Niang followed closely behind him.

An autumn breeze blew, and scattered maple leaves flew past the hair of Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er, who looked like statues.

Above the open space, there was only the rustling of the maple forest and the snorting of the dragon colt.

Zhao Qian'er's body, frozen like a marble sculpture, suddenly moved, turned around and ran, leaving behind a stammering word in the wind.

"I...I'll go get you some water."

"Wait." Zhao Rong raised his head suddenly, took a step forward like a rabbit, and reached out to grab the deer that was about to escape.

The little girl didn't care about her wrist which was hurt by his grip. She turned her head and looked at Zhao Rong.

Her hair was flying, her peach blossom eyes were wide open, and her pupils were shining brightly, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Zhao Qian'er was reluctant to blink, for fear that she would miss the subtle expression on Rong'er's face, and that she would miss the words she had been waiting to hear for a long time.

Zhao Rong stared at her for a while, then faced the expectant eyes in front of him and said seriously: "Now that you like it, then, then let's try it again later."

Zhao Qian'er's peach blossom eyes curved into crescents. She held Zhao Rong's hand that was holding her wrist, waved his big hand, and whispered, "Really?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded, but he didn't give the little girl time to get excited. His expression immediately changed, and he smiled and asked, "Ahem, I'm thirsty, little girl, go get some water for my son-in-law."

"oh oh."

The little girl's voice is sweet and crisp.

Zhao Qian'er smiled happily. The petite and slender girl jumped up and ran quickly to get some water for Brother Rong'er.

Zhao Rong watched her happily leave and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

You have to strike a balance and not hurt the girl's feelings.

Xiao Qian'er had just said so much, so he could only take a small step forward.

Zhao Rong immediately raised his hand to adjust his collar, but paused. Xiao Qian'er had already adjusted it, and her scent was still on the collar.

Alas, everyone is confused because of her.

Zhao Rong patted his sleeves and turned to look around.

Everyone turned around.

The open space, which was quiet and silent a second ago, suddenly became filled with all kinds of lively sounds after his eyes swept over it.

Zhao Rong shook his head and walked towards Gu Yiwu who had been waiting.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's go over there and talk."

Gu Yiwu nodded and gave a look to Yun Niang, who looked cautious, and the latter hurriedly followed.

The three of them went to the maple forest nearby...

Under a maple tree, the first thing Zhao Rong asked Yun Niang was about the Emperor of Dali.

This is also the thing he is most curious about in the past few days.

The ceremony of Fengshan is a ritual that has existed since ancient times.

In the political system of secular dynasties, Fengshan can be said to be the most grand, but also the most controversial ceremony.

Throughout the ages, it has always been a miraculous and extremely grand ceremony in the eyes of the emperors of the dynasties below the mountain.

It is even more so in the hearts of the people living down the mountain, sacred and grand.

In the nine continents of the world, there are emperors who dare to go to Confucian academies and invite Confucian scholars to come down the mountain to preside over the Fengshan ceremony.

If it weren't for the founding emperor who unified and established a large dynasty, his great achievements and the new dynasty would have been magnificent.

If it were not for the leader of the Restoration, who had the merit of annexing various countries and expanding the territory, the dynasty would have prospered and become as powerful as a tiger.

If it weren't for the fact that the new emperor, who was a hidden dragon, saved the dynasty from collapse and protected the ancestral foundation when the dynasty was on the decline and on the verge of collapse, the national fortune would have been like a flame in a furnace, adding fuel to the rise.

etc.

These emperors with great achievements in the mountains ruled over dozens of countries around them, and no one dared to challenge them.

Even some powerful mountain immortals were unwilling to provoke such an aggressive royal family.

Therefore, only the "eternal wise monarch" at the foot of the mountain who meets these requirements will be approved by the academy and send Confucian scholars to preside over the Fengshan ceremony for him.

This symbolizes that the emperor received the mandate from heaven, and also uses it to report peace to heaven, express gratitude for heaven's protection, and report the emperor's outstanding achievements.

As an emperor, what he cared about most was actually the huge political capital and popular support brought by Fengshan, which made the imperial throne and royal power extremely solid.

Even if one encounters a rare opportunity, one may receive blessings from heaven during the Fengshan ceremony.

Such an emperor can make people in half of Wangque Continent look at him with awe.

Whether up or down the mountain.

Therefore, Zhao Rong was very interested in what kind of monarch the current Emperor of Dali, who was tacitly approved by the academy, was.

So, he smiled and asked Yunniang first. The latter lowered her eyebrows and spoke slowly.

He listened quietly for a while, and at one point his eyes slightly opened. What Zhao Rong never expected was...

He was going to offer sacrifices to the gods for a child who was less than ten years old.

Still an orphan.

Well, to be exact...

They are orphans and widows.