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date="2021-10-06"

title="Chapter 26"

weight="139374"

series = ["The Villainous Classmate is my Lucky Star"]

mode = "manual"

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Wen Yantong was very interested in praying for snow, so he got up early on this day and wrapped himself tightly and waited for Fu Zi to offer it.

Fu Zixian is a bastard, Wen Yantong is a commoner, neither of them is qualified to participate in the Taoist sacrifice, so it doesn't matter if they are late.

So the carriage was not in a hurry on the road.

But didn't expect to run into a horse-drawn carriage that was waiting to add hot wheels to the horse-drawn carriage at the corner of the street, so it dodged and collided.

Wen Yantong was helped to get off the carriage. He was helpless and a little angry when he saw the broken wheel.

Turning her head to see, it turned out that Mu Yang got off the carriage, she said in a detour, "Why don't you put a pair of wings on your carriage?"

Fu Zixian gave her a hand, shook her head in a very small gesture, indicating that she should not conflict with Mu Yang.

In fact, Mu Yang's temper was not bad. Although he looked down on Fu Zixian, who always spoke softly, he didn't bother him on weekdays. On the contrary, he got along well with Wen Yantong.

Mu Yang is dressed up today. He was dressed in a large cloak of black gold sprinkled with gold, the gold silk came out of cumbersome textures, the collar and the bottom hem were snow-white fur, revealing low-key luxury, the whole of Mu Yang's temperament has been improved, and it looks like a general. The grandfather of the mansion.

He had a sad face. When he saw Wen Yantong and the two, he immediately said, "Oh! I'm going to be killed by you!"

"?" Wen Yantong's face was full of question marks, "It seems that your carriage hit us? Do you know that the car is solely responsible for the rear-end collision!"

"It's over, this is over." Mu Yang didn't seem to hear what she said at all, he kept spinning around, anxious.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the attendant who was driving the horse cursed, "You pig head, how do you drive the carriage!"

Speaking of reaching out to fight, he suddenly saw Wen Yantong's legs wrapped in white gauze. He made a plan and his eyes brightened, "I have it!"

Wen Yantong frowned when he saw him so inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

"Come here, get him into the car!" Mu Yang pointed at Wen Yantong and ordered.

When several attendants were afraid of Mu Yang's guilt, they naturally did not dare to delay their actions, and quickly set up Wen Yantong to the left and right.

"Hey! What do you want to do! What do you do to lift me into the car?!" Wen Yantong yelled in confusion.

When Fu Zixian saw this, he naturally wanted to stop him, but just as he moved, he was pulled by Mu Yang's wrist and pulled him into the car in two or three steps, saying, "Aren't you just going to pray for the snow festival? It just so happens that I am too, your carriage was damaged by me, I will naturally take you there."

Fu Zixian opened his mouth to refuse, but he did not expect that Mu Yang's strength was so great that he would not be allowed to break free. Before he could say anything, he was pressed on the soft seat.

Mu Yang yelled in a hurry, "Hurry up and drive!"

Wen Yantong was confused, "Why are you so anxious?"

Mu Yang was anxious about catching fire, picked up the teapot on the table, poured it into his mouth.

Fu Zixian raised his sleeves, glanced at the red finger prints on his pale and thin wrists, and then quietly pulled up his sleeves, saying in a low voice, "Master Mu is afraid it will be late."

Mu Yang swallowed, wiped his mouth and said, "Bah, baah, don't say these unlucky words."

Wen Yantong frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered that Mu Yang was like a silly critic, but he couldn't change the fact that he was the son of the Mu family. He wanted to participate in the prayer ceremony.

The original text did not contain a detailed description of the prayer ceremony, or Wen Yantong had forgotten it after reading it, but she still remembered that if the people involved in the sacrifice were late, it would be a big deal.

That's why Mu Yang was so anxious.

Wen Yantong gulped and swallowed. She seemed to vaguely guess what Mu Yang had put her into the carriage for.

The carriage galloped all the way without slowing down a bit, making Wen Yantong a little scared. If you hit something at this speed, it wouldn't be as simple as breaking a wheel.

Fortunately, the speed was so fast that he arrived before the snow praying ceremony began.

After Wen Yantong got out of the carriage, she saw that the horse's buttocks were all swollen, and she secretly sighed that the man driving the car was really black.

Mu Yang didn't give her time to stay, and asked the attendants to stand up and run.

The venue for praying for snow is as wide as Fu Zixian said. When you get out of the carriage, you can see steps close to a hundred feet wide, and when you look up, there are a hundred steps, which are not high.

There are still many people walking up one after another, talking and laughing.

Two servants of the Mu's family opened the way in front, drove the idlers to the side and cleared the way. Mu Yang followed closely, stepping in three steps, flying with both legs. Wen Yantong fell behind and was directly framed by the attendants, without having to move his legs. Seeing this appearance, Fu Zixian could only catch up.

Finally, there are two attendants holding Wen Yantong's crutches. A line of people with small tails rushed up, attracting a lot of people's attention.

Mu Yang couldn't take care of these at the moment. He really wanted to fly and ran with all his strength.

After going up the stairs, there is a vast open space. There is a large square stone platform in the middle. There are ten stairs on all sides. There are pillars carved with patterns between the stone steps.

A giant cauldron is placed in the center of the stone platform. From a distance, the gilt on it seems to be flowing, which is shocking.

In the four directions below the stone platform, officials dressed in ink and embroidered gold patterns stood.

Tens of feet away, there were people who could not participate in the sacrifice, some were small officials or the concubines of high-ranking officials, and some were ordinary people.

Mu Yang went straight to his father. When they got closer, the subordinates saw him and hurriedly informed the general Mu who was standing on the side and looking around. He yelled, "Where is the rebellious son!"

The shouting alarmed the people around him, so they all looked in the direction where Mu Yang was rushing.

Wen Yantong was so dizzy that he was put down close by, and his crutches were tucked into both arms. She panicked, and was quickly held by Fu Zixian.

He would stand firmly, and he heard a familiar chuckle, "This time it's not a missed hour."

She raised her eyes and was surprised instantly.

I saw Chi Jingxi standing among the few people in front. He is also dressed up.

He was dressed in uniform for sacrificial ceremonies, black ink-like embroidered with golden silk Ruyi pattern, and the large cloak of snow white fox fur set his face to be handsome and delicate, with a chuckle in his eyebrows, and a pair of beautiful smiling eyes were extremely dazzling.

He wears a gold silk crown of mutton jade with amber jade inlaid at the moment, and his long hair is tied up, occasionally broken hair is picked up by the cold wind, and he is handsome and unparalleled.

His eyes naturally slid from Mu Yang to Wen Yantong, and the smile in his eyes had not completely dissipated, and the breath of the early winter morning passed into Wen Yantong's eyes.

Only this moment, Wen Yantong's clock "boomed" lightly.

The next moment, doubts appeared in Chi Jingxi's beautiful eyes.