Taking the blame for the fake daughter: After being released from prison, she went on a killing spre

For the sake of the dignity and face of the Great Yin Empire, Emperor Jing Zhao directly ordered the Beiyuan delegation and a group of ministers to move to the sacrificial altar.

He wanted to see how the Saint of Beiyuan would "invite the gods to descend to earth".

Unconsciously, the banquet between the two countries turned into a contest between the saints of the two countries.

Emperor Jing Zhao sat on a high seat, looking down at the Holy Maiden of Beiyuan and another middle-aged man who were making preparations.

In less than half an incense stick of time, as a string of golden flames shot up into the sky, a colorful and luxurious figure slowly appeared in the air. It was the Queen Mother of the West... Before everyone could close their mouths, a huge Buddha statue with brilliant golden light appeared in the west.

Emperor Jing Zhao was stunned for a moment, because the fantastic scenes before him were much more gorgeous than the glow when Su Yueying was dancing before.

"How can this be done? Is it really within human power?" a minister questioned.

The sorcerer replied respectfully, "It is just a trick of the magic arts. It uses bright colors and lights to weave an illusion to deceive people. It is not worth mentioning."

Beiyuan Saint raised her eyebrows proudly, "Your Majesty, you should believe it now, right? If your Saint does not have other skills, she is just a dancer with nothing but appearance."

Su Yueying's figure swayed, and the last trace of blood on her face faded away.

The ancient man who was mocking her just now slapped her several times in the blink of an eye.

Emperor Jing Zhao was speechless for a moment, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Su Yueying was filled with dissatisfaction.

Su Zhaohong, who was sitting at the last seat, was so anxious that he dared not even sweat.

"Even if the Saint of Beiyuan performed a brilliant trick, it can't prove that the auspicious sign summoned by my Saint of Dayin is false, right? Then how can the Saint of Beiyuan prove that she is the chosen one?" How could Xiao Nanchuan allow anyone to embarrass Su Yueying, so he immediately stepped forward to rescue her.

"Since someone wants to see it, I will show it to you." After saying this, Saint Beiyuan took out the bone flute she carried with her and blew it.

In a moment, three eagles appeared in everyone's sight.

As the Saint of Beiyuan stretched out her hand, two of the eagles landed on her arms and shoulders, and she began to talk to the eagles in Beiyuan language.

All the people of Beiyuan, including the third prince of Beiyuan, immediately stood up and bowed to salute their saint and divine eagle.

Everyone else stared at this amazing scene.

Su Yunling pricked up her ears and listened. Although she could not understand the Beiyuan language, she could understand the clear Eagle language.

[What? There is a thunderstorm coming at 5 pm? How long will this dog party last? I have no place at the banquet, and I will be the first to get wet in the rain. Even dogs don’t want to. Let’s finish the ceremony quickly and go home! ]

Su Yunling had no idea that every word of her mutterings fell into Xiao Jichen's ears.

Xiao Ji Chen raised his eyes to the cloudless sky, then looked at Su Yunling with a puzzled expression.

Finally, the Holy Maiden of Beiyuan sent the divine eagle away. After her proud eyes swept across Su Yueying, they stopped on the frowning and curious face of Emperor Jing Zhao.

"There is a legend in our Beiyuan that the eagle is the messenger of the gods to communicate with the human world. Those who can tame the divine eagle are the messengers of the gods left in the human world. I am the choice of the divine eagle to become a saint."

"Then what did your divine eagle tell you just now?" Emperor Jing Zhao was half-believing and half-doubting.

Beiyuan Saint looked at Su Yueying and curled her lips in disdain: "Divine Eagle said that your Saint of Great Yin has no spiritual energy, and she cannot bring good fortune to Great Yin."

"What nonsense! The Holy Maiden of the Great Yin is the descendant of the Phoenix Star. How dare you, the barbarians of the Northern Abyss, comment on the fate of the Great Yin?" An official of the Great Yin court could no longer endure it and retorted.

"This Saint never lies. In your Great Yin, whether they are Saints or ordinary women, they are just tools for the men of your Great Yin to have fun. All they have learned in their lives is nothing more than singing and dancing, music, the Book of Songs, and morality... Which one is not designed to please men? It is impossible for a country to prosper and last only by relying on men."

After hearing what the Saint of Beiyuan said, Su Yunling agreed with it very much.

Su Yueying claims to be a new human being from the civilized world. Although she claims to oppose the feudal ideology that oppresses women, she does nothing about it. She just enjoys the power and honor that feudalism brings her, and stands up and talks when her interests are infringed.

Just like now, the sarcasm of the Saint of Beiyuan must have been deeply rooted in her heart, and she would definitely fight back when her dignity was trampled upon.

Sure enough, Su Yueying stood up.

"What Saint Beiyuan said is just a one-sided opinion. Who said that all women in Great Yin are appendages of men?"

"Could it be? Saint Lady of Great Yin, what else can you do besides dancing?"

"This saint lady is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and is also good at riding and shooting." Su Yueying raised her head high.

Beiyuan Saint's eyes lit up, "Since you are also good at riding and shooting, how about a competition with me?"

"What are we competing for? How are we competing?" Su Yueying immediately calmed down and was determined to save her dignity.

"It's like riding a horse... but you have to ride an untamed horse. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

When Xiao Nanchuan, Xuan Mo and others heard this, they all looked disapprovingly at Su Yueying.

Taming a wild horse is no joke, and your life could be in danger if you are not careful.

But Su Yueying didn't care. Isn't it just a horse with a bad temper? Just hold on tight.

"Why don't you dare?"

Seeing the saint ladies of the two countries clashing with each other, the third prince of Beiyuan, who was not afraid of trouble, or who had planned it in advance, stood up and nodded to Emperor Jingzhao and said:

"Since there is a competition, there must be stakes. If the Saintess of Great Yin wins, Beiyuan will pay tribute to Great Yin with 5,000 fat sheep. But if I, the Saintess of Beiyuan, win, then how about asking Great Yin to send 300 beauties for us to take back to Beiyuan?"

Emperor Jing Zhao's eyes sparkled, "Add another thousand good horses bred in Beiyuan."

The horses produced in Beiyuan are strong and have great endurance, making them ideal for war horses. Unfortunately, only the people of Beiyuan know how to breed them.

In order to ensure the uniqueness of their horses, Beiyuan only sends mares or sterilized stallions even when sending horses for diplomacy.

After hearing Emperor Jing Zhao's request, the third prince of Beiyuan took the opportunity to raise the conditions. In addition to the 300 beauties from Dayin, he also wanted another 1,000 rolls of high-quality silk.

"Okay!" Emperor Jing Zhao thought for a moment and agreed directly despite the dissuasion of several ministers.

As soon as Xiao Jichen frowned, Su Yunling's scolding reached his ears:

[What a bullshit! You dog emperor, do you want to ask the three hundred women if they agree? You really don't know the pain unless the knife cuts yourself, right? Would you be willing to send your mother, wife, sister, and daughter to them? ]

"Ahem..." Xiao Ji Chen almost lost his manners in front of the emperor.

For some reason, I felt that this girl was very interesting and quite brave.

Two wild horses, one black and one red, that were not fully tamed, were led out. The saints of the two countries had to ride the horses ten laps around the altar within one stick of incense. The one who finished first would be the winner.

The two of them got on the horses almost at the same time, and the two horses became irritable at the same time. Not to mention carrying them forward, they raised their front hooves high and tried to stand up and throw off the people on their backs.

The Saint of Beiyuan was obviously experienced. Despite being rejected again and again, she still relied on her sophisticated skills to stay firmly on the horse's back.

Su Yueying seemed to be struggling much more. It was true that she had learned horse riding and archery, but the horses she rode were all docile, and if there was any danger a group of people would rush to protect her, so she had no chance to practice at all.

Apparently, it was at this moment that she realized that she had thought horse training was too simple, because the tighter she held on, the more violently the horse resisted.

Finally, the moment she grabbed the horse's mane in panic, the horse kicked its legs hard and stood up high.

As expected, Su Yueying was thrown off the horse and rolled down the stone steps of the altar...