Yang Xuan did not hit her hard, but he did not go easy on her either.
After receiving Yang Xuan's slap, Princess Zi Shuang flew out in a parabola and smashed into the grass with a thud.
Hua Hong opened her mouth but did not say anything. However, there was a look of worry in her eyes.
"How dare you!" Someone yelled sternly, but they did not dare to step forward. They were afraid that their attacks would somehow land on Princess Zi Shuang again.
After a while, Zi Shuang crawled out of the grass with the help of two people. She did not say a word and just stared at Yang Xuan with a vicious gaze, as if she wanted to imprint Yang Xuan's appearance in her mind.
"Let's go!" She said word by word, then turned around and left.
Everyone looked at each other and felt that today's matter was a little serious, but no one dared to attack Yang Xuan again. Hence, they left with Princess Zi Shuang.
No one, including Zi Shuang, was a fool.
Everyone's attacks landed on Zi Shuang several times, which was enough to explain everything.
After they left, Hua Hong asked worriedly, "Are … Are we leaving this place too?"
Yang Xuan smiled. "Why should we leave? Now that the annoying guy is gone, we can have some peace. "
Hua Hong was still worried. She said, "But … But she's a princess. It's very likely that she'll send someone to catch us immediately."
"It's okay!" Yang Xuan said indifferently. He then asked, "By the way, what's the relationship between Princess Zi Shuang and Princess Ziyun?"
Hua Hong shook her head blankly. "I've never heard of Princess Zi Shuang. We only know that there's Princess Ziyun."
"Maybe she's an imposter." Yang Xuan shrugged and ignored her.
The bonfire had not been extinguished, but the barbecued meat on it was already charred and could not be eaten.
Yang Xuan simply threw the barbecued meat far away so that it would not be an eyesore.
But unexpectedly, the charred meat attracted a few fierce beasts to fight over it, and they were having a great time fighting over it.
The night passed uneventfully. At dawn, 22 Yunhua's sun rose from the horizon, illuminating the entire grassland in pink. It was extremely beautiful.
After a sleepless night, Hua Hong was still in good spirits. She explained, "The Flower of the Cloud has a special characteristic. When the sun shines on it, it will emit a pink mist, just like a cloud. That's why the entire plain is pink."
Yang Xuan casually picked up a Yunhua and found that there was indeed a pink mist emitting from it. It was very magical.
In the clouds, pilgrims began to walk towards the center of the grassland in twos and threes. Their faces were full of piety, and some of them even bowed every three steps.
Hua Hong said, "The prayer ceremony will be held at noon. Flying is not allowed here. Let's leave early."
Yang Xuan naturally had no objection. As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since they were already here, it was also good to see the prayer ceremony before the God Cloud.
The two of them set off together. There were more and more pedestrians on the way, but most of them did not speak. It seemed that they were afraid of disturbing something.
A few shadowy figures appeared and disappeared in the surroundings. Yang Xuan smiled knowingly and ignored them.
After walking for about two hours, they finally saw the so-called altar after passing through a hill.
It was a white jade platform about the size of a football. It was five or six meters high. There were nineteen white jade pillars that were dozens of meters high, forming a strange arrangement.
Around the altar, there were many warriors in white armor standing quietly with their backs to the altar. From time to time, they would vigilantly look at the crowd coming from all directions.
The crowd gradually crowded, but it was still orderly.
It seemed that the high and mighty God Cloud was indeed a strong deterrent in the hearts of the Heiyun people.
The believers were still rushing over, and the prayer ceremony had not yet begun. Hua Hong whispered, "Should we go closer or just stand here and watch?"
At this time, Yang Xuan and the others were standing at a higher place. They could see the scene in front of them at a glance.
Yang Xuan looked at the dense crowd in front of them. He did not want to squeeze with them, so he said, "Let's just stay here. Anyway, we're just looking."
Hua Hong laughed, "Don't you want to see Princess Ziyun's peerless appearance? Many people come especially to see Princess Ziyun."
Yang Xuan shrugged and said casually, "I'd rather see you."
Hua Hong blushed and spat. She lowered her head and said shyly, "You must have deceived many women. You're so good at talking."
Her words reminded Yang Xuan. Thinking of Xiao Jing, who was still waiting for him in the distance, he was secretly vigilant. He must not provoke women again.
After all, it was too troublesome.
Hua Hong did not know what he was thinking. She was immersed in her own dream, and her face was flushed.
After about thirty to forty minutes, a group of guards of honor suddenly passed through the sea of flowers and slowly came over.
Hua Hong had sharp eyes and said excitedly, "It's Princess Ziyun's guards of honor. She's here."
There was some commotion in the crowd, but it quickly calmed down.
Yang Xuan looked through the sea of flowers, but only saw an extremely luxurious small palace.
The palace was supported by sixteen strong men. They walked through the sea of flowers effortlessly.
Needless to say, Princess Ziyun was in the white jade palace.
"What a grand display." Yang Xuan chuckled.
Hua Hong said in a low voice, "Princess Ziyun is Heiyun The Great's daughter. She's the princess of the Heiyun people. How can she not be grand?"
Behind the white cloud palace, there were many envoys, attendants, and even soldiers. Yang Xuan saw quite a few Rulers. They were indeed extraordinary.
The guards of honor gradually approached. They followed the passage that had been prepared long ago and approached the altar. Then, they stopped.
All the soldiers who were guarding the altar knelt down and said loudly, "Welcome, Your Highness."
The attendants behind the white jade palace quickly rushed to the front and scattered countless petals on the path in front of the guards of honor. Following that, the palace opened, and dozens of white figures floated out and stood on both sides of the path.
After waiting for a few more minutes, a faint figure slowly walked out of the palace.
It was a woman with a graceful figure who wore a violet colored dress. Her beautiful hair reached her waist, and her face was covered with a light veil. She slowly effused an indifferent and otherworldly imposing aura, and she was like a cloud that reflected the sunlight. She was ever-changing and beautiful beyond compare.
Yang Xuan seemed to have caught a whiff of a faint fragrance, one that made him feel extremely comfortable.
'She's indeed a peerless beauty in the world.' He nodded slightly.
The crowd was about to squeeze forward, but they quieted down again.
Obviously, Princess Ziyun also had a high status in the hearts of the people.
Yang Xuan looked carefully and suddenly felt a pain in his waist.
It turned out that Hua Hong had pinched him.
"You're staring at her. You're still saying that you're not here to see Princess Ziyun?"
The smell of vinegar was overwhelming. After a little condensation, it could be used as seasoning.
Yang Xuan smiled bitterly. 'Where did this come from? I'm really speechless.'
Nevertheless, he did not explain. Firstly, it was not clear. Secondly, the more he explained, the more confused he would be.
Thirdly, there was no need for that.
Hua Hong did not get a response from Yang Xuan, so she pouted and did not say anything.
Just as the 2 of them were playing tricks, Princess Ziyun, who had come out of the palace, had walked up the steps and slowly climbed up the altar. She stood side by side on the pillar in the center.
The prayer ceremony was about to begin.
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