Back then, he had calculated the destiny of the Tiansheng Dynasty. The great turning point began with the birth of the little princess.

As for the outcome of the Tiansheng Dynasty, he had not calculated it at that time.

It's not like he hadn't thought about reading the boss's fortune, but the last time he did it in the Qianqing Palace in front of the emperor, uh, he was struck by lightning.

From then on, he knew that he had no right to spy on the boss's fate.

Po is most curious about the question of gods.

She passed by the temple many times and found several great gods, but she was unable to successfully convince them to become the national god. For this, Po felt deeply frustrated.

Daddy has always been worried about the national god. Even though she is young, she can see it clearly.

If we can capture a god and make him the national god of the Tiansheng Dynasty...

Hehe, daddy doesn’t have to worry.

"Old Bai, why doesn't our Tiansheng Dynasty have a national god? The other six countries have one." A Bao curled his lips at this. God is unfair and treats the Tiansheng Dynasty harshly. Daddy is an emperor with great capabilities, but because of the matter of the national god, the Tiansheng Dynasty was at a disadvantage.

If a real fight breaks out on the battlefield, the Tiansheng Dynasty may not be the last one.

Taoist Master Bai Yun stared at A Bao and said, "This is about the royal family's secrets. Alas, I can't tell you."

[You're breathing heavily while talking. What can't you say? Just say it.] Abao was extremely anxious.

Taoist Master Baiyun touched Abao's little head and comforted him, "Boss, you should go back to the palace and ask His Majesty."

He was afraid of being struck by lightning if he said something he shouldn't.

"Sister A-Bao?" Luo Zifeng woke up slowly, his head hurting a little, but it was much better than before. When he saw A-Bao, he sat up quickly, "Master Baiyun is here too?"

"Luo Guoguo, are you feeling better? Do your eyes still hurt?"

Luo Zifeng shook his head, "Much better."

"Can you still remember everything about your dream?"

Luo Zifeng thought about it and said, "Hmm."

[Brother Luo has a very strong character. He was tortured terribly in his dream, but now when he thinks back on it, he still shows no fear. His courage as a young man is commendable.]

Lhotse, hearing the voice of the heart: ...

He has long been accustomed to nightmares. Although he is not afraid of them, he is afraid of hurting his family.

"These eyes are what Luo Guoguo was born with, so you must protect them well." Po smiled.

Yunci and Mr. Luo heard the noise and rushed over. Yunci burst into tears and ran to Luo Zifeng distressedly, "Feng'er, what happened?"

When she saw Luo Zifeng's happy face and relaxed expression, her tears stopped.

Luo Zifeng nodded to Yunci, "Don't worry, Mom, my eyes are healed and my headache is gone."

Yunci burst into tears and hugged Abao, "Wuwuwu, Abao, Abao."

Her dearest child, it seems like no matter how much she loves and pampers her, it’s never enough.

Mr. Luo and Luo Zifeng were stunned.

"You don't understand, but I do. My Abao is the best Abao in the world." She was bedridden and was saved by Abao's blessing.

Zifeng has eye problems and it is Abao who is taking care of him.

Yunhui's nephew had been paralyzed for more than ten years and was treated by Abao.

They didn't know how much blessing this little child, Abao, had brought to the Luo family in secret.

A-Bao chuckled and kissed Yunci on the cheek, "Auntie Yun is worth it."

"Uh." Di Zi'an woke up and stood up from the chair. He inexplicably felt that his body was exceptionally relaxed, as if he had taken a bath, washed away all the lead, and was reborn.

[Seventh Brother probably doesn’t know that his bad luck has temporarily been transferred to the red-clothed evil spirit]

Emperor Zi'an was greatly disturbed.

ah?

Is he no longer possessed by bad luck?

"Seven Pots."

Di Zi'an quickly approached A Bao, "Sister, is everything done?"

Po laughed, "Yeah, Qi Guo Guo, give me your hand."

Emperor Zi'an stretched out his hand.

Po drew a small circle on his palm, [Seventh Brother, your bad luck is gone now, and your luck is empty. Touch your hand to bring you good luck! I wish you good luck.]

Good luck...

Emperor Zian was almost moved to tears.

His sister has always been very eloquent, and her mouth is as magical as if it were enlightened.

Hahahaha, he finally turned over a new leaf and the peasant slave is singing. He will no longer be unlucky from now on, right?

"Sister, I remembered that I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Luo Zifeng is fine now. He has something to do now. He wants to go find his sweetheart.

While the good luck is here, hurry up and chase your wife.

A-Po blinked as he stared at Di Zian's back, "Oh, I forgot to tell Qi Guo Guo that his bad luck will return in a few days."

[Forget it, let Brother Seven enjoy a few days of good life first]

[Oops! I clicked the wrong button. Emma means pregnancy, not good luck.]

Luo Zifeng and Taoist Baiyun were both shocked.

A Bao brought good luck to Emperor Zi'an, but he made a mistake. Did the good luck turn into pregnancy?

Then when Emperor Zi'an leaves this time...

They could almost imagine what kind of life Emperor Zi'an would live in the next few days. I'm afraid... Well, kid, just wish you good luck.

After working for most of the night, Abao was obviously a little tired.

Taoist Master Baiyun took Abao over and said, "Madam Luo, please send the little princess back to the palace."

Yunci and Mr. Luo expressed their gratitude.

Luo Zifeng withdrew his thoughts. Although he was fine now, he still had a question in his mind: who was the "she" that the man was referring to in the nightmare?

I always feel that things are not simple.

…

Late night, palace.

The two-headed dragon and Leng Qingliu, a man and a beast, were hiding desolately in a corner of the palace wall. They really had nowhere to go.

Suddenly, the two-headed dragon stared in the direction of the imperial palace and sobbed.

It has no teeth now, and although its eyes are swollen, it can still see through a crack. It sobs and swallows as Leng Qingliu directs it.

Leng Qingliu was smart, "Master Guoshou, what did you see that made you so excited?"

The two-headed dragon stretched its neck and pointed in the direction of the imperial palace.

Leng Qingliu looked over and felt a red mist passing over his head.

"Evil spirit! The evil spirit that is associated with bad luck has actually rushed into the palace. How could it be possible?"

The palace has always been oppressive under the aura of an emperor, and unless it is a very evil spirit, it is difficult to approach.

Moreover, the aura of the evil spirit just now was very complicated, with black air and white air. It seemed that... it was not only evil spirit and bad luck, but also the pure aura of God.

"The Tiansheng Dynasty has no national gods. Apart from Lord Shenlong, are there other gods?" Leng Qingliu was surprised. "I'm afraid someone in this palace is raising evil creatures. Ha, this palace is not peaceful."

Leng Qingliu sighed and looked up at the sky silently. The stars were sparse.

He is now busy taking care of himself, so how can he have time to care about the affairs of the Tiansheng Dynasty? The most important thing right now is to find His Royal Highness Prince Feng Batian.

The red mist drifted straight into Anle Palace.

Concubine Hui, who was lying on the couch, suddenly woke up and looked towards the window. Her eyes widened in horror. A small wooden sculpture on the table was still emitting red light.

"What the hell is this?" Concubine Hui was startled and went over to cover the wooden sculpture with a quilt.

This is the faceless wooden sculpture given to her by Emperor Hongluan.