Five days later, at Zhaixing Tower.

Smoke rose from the incense burner in the hall, and in the center of the hall stood a huge golden armillary sphere, which was slowly rotating.

The Imperial Master was sitting cross-legged in front of him in white robes. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, the originally rotating armillary sphere immediately stopped.

"How is it?"

The big tyrant sitting nearby in a black robe suddenly spoke.

The Imperial Master slowly stood up from the ground and said slowly, "As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune are determined by heaven, while success depends on human effort."

The Tyrant: “…”

As soon as this guy said this, he knew it was just a perfunctory rhetoric.

When asked to predict the country's destiny, he did this again.

"Can't you say something useful?" The tyrant looked at him coldly.

The Imperial Master smiled and said, "Your Majesty, every word I say is true."

"If it weren't for that girl, I would have chopped off your head long ago. You would have gone down to tell fortunes for those wandering ghosts by now."

Imperial Master: “…”

The next second, National Master Zong Ji sighed softly, "Okay, to be honest, I can't figure it out."

Upon hearing this, the tyrant frowned, obviously not quite believing it.

It was not until he saw the serious expression of the national teacher that he realized that he was not lying.

"How could this be? Is there anything in this world that you can't calculate?"

"Perhaps according to the current situation, I should be a dead man." The national teacher said, and took out something from his sleeve.

The tyrant's gaze fell upon the tortoise shell, which was a sign of great misfortune.

Imperial Preceptor: "Before I showed up at the hunting grounds on the day I left retreat, I had already read my fortune. I thought my destiny was coming, but I never imagined I'd escaped it. Your Majesty, you should know that I've never been wrong in my fortune-telling, but that day..."

"It was that girl who saved you." said the tyrant.

"She defied destiny."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I want to know what Your Majesty is thinking?" asked the Imperial Master.

The great tyrant said in a deep voice: "Follow the will of heaven and die, go against the will of heaven and live. I have already defied the will of heaven time and time again. What do you think will happen to me?"

"Although I still find what you've said to me, Your Majesty, incredible, there are always people better than you. After following the will of heaven for so long, why not go against it once?"

If all their destinies were controlled by an invisible hand behind the scenes, it would be fine if he didn't know, but once he knew, he would not be able to go on like this. After all, everyone has a rebellious nature.

"Although I haven't predicted the fate of the nation, the saying that fortune and misfortune are determined by heaven and success depends on human effort is not without truth. I believe that the Little Ninth Princess must be a blessing to Your Majesty."

"Oh, I know it without you telling me!" said the tyrant with a proud tone.

"Ah-chu! Ah-chu! Ah-chu!"

At the same time, on the other side of Furong Palace, Wanwan, who was eating snacks, suddenly sneezed several times.

[Damn it, which bastard is scolding the cute me? ]

Wanwan rubbed her little nose and drew many circles in her heart for the guy who scolded her.

The little fox Fu Jiao, who was curled up on the side, saw the little milk ball sneezing a few times, and bit her little blanket to cover the little milk ball's legs.

It’s getting cold, please keep warm.

"I'm not sneezing because I caught a cold, but because someone is scolding me." Wanwan said to the little fox.

The little fox looked at her with puzzled eyes.

is that so?

Does sneezing mean someone is scolding the owner?

Damn, who is it?

How dare you scold your lovely master?!

As the little fox was thinking, she couldn't help but sneeze, "Ah-chu!"

Oh no, some people are scolding me.

Seeing that both the man and the fox sneezed, Concubine Yi quickly asked the palace maid to close the window.

"My dear Wanwan is so cute, how could anyone scold Wanwan? The old people always say that if you sneeze once, someone is thinking of you, if you sneeze twice, someone is scolding you, and if you sneeze three times, someone is talking about Wanwan."

"Is that so, mother?" Wanwan rubbed her little nose.

"Whether it's true or not, mother thinks Wanwan has caught a cold from the wind, so she can't sit by the window in the wind anymore."

"Yeah." Wanwan nodded, sat down obediently, and let her mother cover her with her little blanket.

Concubine Yi also did not forget to cover the little fox lying beside her with a blanket.

In addition to being a good cook, Concubine Yi was also good at needlework.

The small blankets covering Wanwan, Jiaojiao and Cangcang were all made by her.

The blanket that the little fox was covering was pink, just like Wanwan's. In order to distinguish them, Concubine Yi embroidered her name on the blanket.

Fu Jiao felt that she was really very happy. Her master was very kind to her and her benefactor even made a small blanket for her.

When she learned that Cang Cang was a tiger, she was afraid that it would be difficult to get along with him, but she didn't expect that this little white tiger named Cang Cang was actually quite docile.

When her brother comes to see her, she will also persuade him to stay.

On the soft couch, Wanwan was lying on it, drawing something with a brush in her hand. The little fox and the little white tiger were lying beside her obediently, looking very well-behaved.

Seeing how harmoniously the little baby got along with the two little animals, Concubine Yi felt more and more that her sweet baby was really loved by the little animals.

Late at night, a dark shadow floated across the corridor and passed through the closed door into the house unimpeded.

There was only one lamp on in the room, and the light in the hall was dim, but the three figures lying on the bed could still be clearly seen.

The crying ghost tilted his head when he saw the fox and white tiger that suddenly appeared on the bed.

The last time she went to the cold palace, he smelled the scent of a tiger demon on her. Why is there also a fox demon today?

Although he knew that the little princess was very cute and that many people would like her, he couldn't help feeling jealous when he saw the two little demons lying with her without restraint.

Wanwan was half asleep when she suddenly felt her little face was a little cold and itchy.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the ghost face of a ghost sister in front of her.

Even though she had seen it many times, she was still scared when she suddenly opened her eyes and saw it.

"Sister Ghost, you come to play with me again."

Wanwan rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed. Looking at the two little monsters sleeping soundly on both sides of her quilt, she got out of bed carefully.

"How did you know I brought you a gift when I left the palace this time?"

Gift?

After hearing this, the crying ghost's eyes lit up.

Then he saw the little princess walk to a cabinet not far away, open it and take out a small box.

Wanwan said as she spoke: "I begged my second brother for a long time before he agreed to go to the store to buy it for me."

After the box was opened, the crying ghost looked at the red, green and colorful paper clothes in the box, which were women's styles.

Crying ghost: "..."

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Small Theater:

Secret Guard Record Manual:

Protected Object: Ninth Princess

Recording time: midnight

Guarded Object Behavior: Talking to oneself, mumbling...