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This time, she didn't do anything anymore.

However, Shen Yuting's psychological quality was not high, and she missed it just now. She knew that this was the last chance to remedy it. She burned incense alone in front of everyone, and there were His Majesty, the Prince and others watching next to her.

This puts Shen Yuting on a very high psychological pressure, her nerves are extremely tense, and the more she is afraid of making mistakes, the more nervous she becomes.

She held Changxiang with her fingers trembling, trying her best to keep herself calm, and kowtowed three times to the spiritual position behind the tribute table. When she was about to stand up, she stepped on the hem of her skirt because her legs were weak, and she screamed and walked forward.

"Bang!!" With a loud bang, Shen Yuting hit the tribute table. The fruits and other offerings that were originally raised high fell over instantly, and various porcelains, wines and other heavy objects were also shaking.

Shen Yuting's center of gravity was unstable and she was about to fall to the ground.

"Ah...!!" She grabbed the tablecloth with both hands in fear, but grabbed the tablecloth embroidered with Buddhist scriptures and unconsciously pulled it down.

In an instant, a series of shattering sounds were heard: "Crack... Crack! Bang bang..." The tablecloth with the table full of offerings fell down, and all hit Shen Yuting's head and body.

Shen Yuting screamed Lianlian, hugged her head and retracted under the table.

For a moment, fruits and melons rolled around, wine broke all over the floor, and all kinds of jade, porcelain and gold utensils fell. Even the eternal lamp on the table was overturned, and tinder oil splashed on the carpet and messy tablecloths, and flames immediately ignited.

“Ahhhhh——!”

Shen Yuting, hiding under the tribute table, screamed in fear, and shrank desperately for fear of being burned by the fire: "Help! It's a fire, save me!"

"Extinguish the fire quickly!" The monks standing next to him were panicked and rushed over to slap the flames immediately.

"Father, be careful!" The prince quickly pulled Emperor Zhaoming to the side, avoiding the splashing debris. Emperor Zhaoming staggered but didn't care. He stared at the table and shouted: "Protect the spirit position quickly!"

The prince turned his head, but the tablecloth pulled off the tablecloth to drive the spiritual position on the platform, and was about to fall into the fire.

The monks were all busy putting out the fire, and it was too late to hear the shouts.

At this moment, the princess next to him rushed over and hugged the spiritual position that fell to the fire, but his center of gravity fell down.

Zhan Beihan heard Emperor Zhaoming's shout and immediately rushed towards the altar, but was blocked by the sacrifices rolling all over the ground, and was not as quick as the princess.

He wanted to catch the princess, but he was inconvenient to get intimate with her. In the blink of an eye, the princess had already fallen into the burning tablecloth with his spiritual seat. His clothes and hair were immediately burned by the flames.

"Sister-in-law!" Zhan Beihan didn't hesitate anymore, grabbed the princess and pulled her out, quickly slapped the flames on her body.

"Wen'er!" The prince had just helped Emperor Zhaoming, and immediately rushed over to help the princess up when he saw this.

The princess's hair was messy and her face was pale. Her clothes were burned with charred holes, and blisters that were burned could be seen faintly.

The hall was already in chaos. More than a dozen monks finally carried the water over and poured it on the fire, and a pungent smoke rolled up.

The fire was extinguished, and the black ashes flew over the scattered sacrifices all over the ground, and the hall was in a mess.

The civil and military officials were so scared that they knelt on the ground tremblingly.

"Wen'er, how are you doing? Have you been burned?" The prince held the princess and knelt on the ground with his arms around the princess, pulled off his coat and wrapped it around her, and asked anxiously.

Emperor Zhaoming strode over and saw the first empress's spiritual position being held tightly in her arms by the crown princess. His expression was slightly relaxed, and he quickly asked seriously: "How is the crown princess? Are you injured?" Popular "


Chapter completed!