Ziwei Pavilion is famous in Lidi for its divination method.

The master of Ziwei Pavilion, Chen Er, is an old immortal with great fame on and off the Lidi Mountain. He is good at divination and is said to be able to peek into the secrets of heaven.

At present, according to Su Qingdai, the Pavilion Master Chen Er used the forbidden technique in the Pavilion to help her find her destined noble man and her true love. The Lidi people believed in ghosts and gods, and it was not uncommon for the Li women to choose their husbands through the spirit writing method. It has been a practice since ancient times.

The most famous similar incident in Lidi over the past hundred years is that it is rumored that when the former emperor of Dali was in the middle of his uprising, he was told in a dream by the ancestors of Lidi that there was a high mountain in the north and a beautiful woman on the mountain. Although she was a farm girl, she had the power of Fengyi and could assist the Dali country.

The Emperor of Dali walked northward, searching every mountain, and finally found her on the thirteenth mountain. He made her his queen, and thirteen months and thirteen days later, the Emperor unified the land of Dali...

This peasant girl is the Empress Dowager Dugu, who now sits at the highest position in the Dali court. The Li royal family has always claimed that they have been protected by the ancient ancestors who migrated to the Moon Palace.

Therefore, the guests were not too shocked when the fairy Su said that she had chosen her destined lover through spirit writing. Instead, the men felt disappointed and envied Zhao Rong.

What really surprised everyone was that Su Qingdai said that her true love had purple air rising from his head and had the aura of a saint.

Gu Yiwu and other students could not help but look at the young scholar who had been with them for a long time, and glanced at his head from time to time.

Nowadays in the Xuanhuang cultivation world, saints are both rare and common.

It is rare because a saint has not appeared for a long time. This is a fact recognized by all the schools of thought. A true saint must be someone who creates a new avenue and has the merit of "creating the world."

It is common because the title of saint is so prevalent that great monks among the various schools of thought are often called saints. For example, the principals of the two academies in the north and south of Wangquezhou are called Confucian saints by the people on the mountain.

This is just like the young ladies in the educational films Zhao Rong watched in his previous life, who sweated and sowed seeds at any time and place, and were selflessly dedicated. They were affectionately called teachers...

As for the saint with purple air rising from his head that Su Qingdai mentioned, he should be the former. After all, purple air, white deer, colorful clouds and so on are all standard features of the birth of a saint in history. If there is no decent auspicious sign, it would be embarrassing to say that you are a saint when you go out...

At the moment, Su Qingdai ignored the movements around her. Her beautiful eyes were only looking at the man in front of her. It had been like this from just now until now.

The darling of Ziwei Pavilion stared at Zhao Rong for a while.

Finally, under his calm gaze that made it unclear what he was thinking, the cold-tempered Su Qingdai lowered her head slightly, lowered her eyes, raised her jade hands and tucked a few strands of black hair behind her ears. This look softened her originally cold temperament.

Just like a pure black cat that has always been aloof and noble, it suddenly lowered its head and licked the palm of its owner's hand, becoming docile.

Su Qingdai turned around and gently poured wine for Zhao Rong without disturbing his thoughts.

All that needed to be said has been said.

Zhao Rong touched his chin, remained silent, and looked at this graceful and elegant beauty with calm eyes.

Zhao Qian'er, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but frown her long, curved eyebrows as she looked at Brother Rong'er. At one point, her peach blossom eyes widened.

The little girl recalled the class she had with Mr. Tao in Xiaoyao Mansion not long ago, and the night when she watched the moon on the roof of Qinglianju with the young lady and Brother Rong'er.

I remember that at that time, Brother Rong'er talked a lot about saints and thieves, and had some peculiar insights.

Although Zhao Qian'er didn't understand everything, she still felt that Brother Rong'er was very powerful at that time. She and the young lady both looked up at him in a daze.

And I remember that Brother Rong'er also gave the young lady a ray of purple air before. Although it was a Taoist auspicious air, it still gave people a sense of fate.

Therefore, although she was somewhat disdainful of the divination method of the Master of Ziwei Pavilion, his prophecy about Brother Rong'er still made Zhao Qian'er unable to help but associate it with fatalism.

As for what Su Qingdai said about Zhao Rong being her destined lover, the little girl just sneered... Aren't you talking nonsense? If Brother Rong'er has a saintly destiny, then he is the son of destiny of the Xuanhuang race, a character like the protagonist in a storybook. Being his wife can help him rise to prominence, so he is the destined lover of all women in the world. Anyone can be his friend or relative, and you can also be blessed with good fortune and rise to prominence. Well, being his parents is an exception, which is a high-risk job...

After muttering a few words, the little girl tilted her head to look at the back of Brother Rong'er's head.

Brother Rong'er has purple air rising from his head, and looks like a saint? Well, then I am the second wife of a Confucian saint? Does Qian'er have to wear men's clothes from now on, and change into fancy skirts every day according to the pattern of the purple clothes? Then... it's not too much for the second wife of the saint to like to touch his abdominal muscles? Eating three bowls of rice in one meal should not be a big problem, but I guess I have to eat in small bites, and I can't bury my head in the food like before...

A hint of worry flashed across her furrowed brows, and she reached out her little hand to touch the back of Zhao Rong's head... Where is the purple air? Isn't it a waste to let it rise into the sky? Well, this is a saint's head... The little girl patted it gently with her little hand.

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Zhao Rong was so angry after being touched on the head that he was frowning. What are you doing here, you little girl?

He, who had originally looked calm, couldn't help but turn around and glare at Zhao Qian'er... You like to touch, right? Next time I let you touch a baby, don't cry or run away.

Besides, I have the aura of a saint, and you can see it all... Zhao Rong suddenly turned around and asked a crucial question: "Miss Su, let's not talk about whether your pavilion's forbidden technique of using the planchette to divine is accurate. You asked your pavilion master to use the forbidden technique of using the planchette to divine, so I guess you were not specifically looking for the so-called Mr. Right at the beginning, right?"

Su Qingdai paused while pouring the wine, raised her eyes to look at Zhao Rong, and said in a very serious manner: "This forbidden Fuqi technique is very accurate, and it has never failed once in the history of our Ziwei Pavilion... I believe that you are the prince charming."

Zhao Rong smiled silently, waiting for her to answer the real question.

Su Qingdai paused, looked around, and whispered, "I'll go to your room tonight and tell you everything in detail, okay?"

Zhao Rong saw her concerns and was about to speak, but Luo Xiu, who had been quietly picking up food on his right leg, also spoke, "Sir, don't forget to promise Xiu'er to comb your clothes... I will go to your room tonight to ask you for some poetry."

She exchanged a glance with Su Qingdai, then her face turned slightly red as she added softly, "Young Master, don't worry about it. We can... we can be together. Xiu'er doesn't care about this."

Su Qingdai, who was wearing an exquisite black dress and had an icy temperament, had two faint blushes on her fair face when she heard this. She didn't say anything, but seemed to have tacitly agreed to something.

The stunning girl in a white dress and the gorgeous woman in a black dress, both fairies, lowered their eyes shyly and turned their faces away.

Luo Xiu's oval face is round and small, almost the size of a palm, which arouses people's desire to grasp and play with it in one hand. It is exquisite and lovely.

The contours of Su Qingdai's oval face are flawless, like a work of art carved from white jade, and her slightly upturned eyes have a hazy, drunken look.

The two fairy beauties, with very different temperaments, were both sitting in Zhao Rong's arms at this moment. They were both well-behaved and obedient, without any competition or hostility. They both tacitly agreed to something that was a wonderful thing that every man dreamed of.

The guests in the venue had their horizons refreshed tonight. They didn't know what to say about Zhao Rong, who was enjoying the best of both worlds and having many romantic relationships. All those feelings of envy, jealousy and hatred were tiring. They were too jealous to muster up the energy and could only watch silently.

This time they slept together... Is this reasonable? Can I get up early tomorrow to comb and draw eyebrows for the two beautiful fairies?

Many men turned around and left Zuixianlou silently, feeling that staying any longer would be tantamount to self-torture.

However, what happened tonight was destined to spread through their mouths and spread to the mountains of Nanxing County and other counties in the west of Dali. The beautiful girl of Ziwei Pavilion, the famous ice-cold fairy, was already taken. She found a strange young scholar as her true love, and once they tied the knot, they entrusted her to him...

Seeing Zhao Rong frowning and saying nothing.

Su Qingdai said softly, "Sir, it's getting late. Let's go and talk about it outside."

Luo Xiu nodded and whispered, "Sir, if you don't want to move, Zuixianlou can arrange a superior guest room for... for us to stay together. Let's go now, the night is long..."

"Pour the wine." Zhao Rong pointed a finger at the wine glass that Su Qingdai put down and ordered calmly.

The latter said nothing, and obediently picked up the wine jug with her jade hands and poured the immortal wine.

Zhao Rong glanced at the moonlight outside the window and nodded, "It's getting late, but I was so busy listening to you guys solving riddles that I haven't even eaten half of the expensive food and wine I ordered. It's such a waste. After all..."

He was halfway through his words when he suddenly smiled and said to Gu Yiwu and the others, "After all, it was agreed that whoever combs the fairy's hair will treat us."

"Zi Yu, you are frugal and you have a beautiful woman...Okay, let's eat together and leave after we're done. Oh, or we can order more dishes and eat you into a house full of money." Gu Yiwu said a few sad words, shook his head, sat down again with his companions, and picked up the chopsticks.

Zhao Rong smiled. In fact, he wanted to say that it was not so easy to hug a beauty. Just the fact that there were two fairies sitting in his arms had numbed his thighs, and it was not convenient for him to move. Well, although the touch was really good, he could talk about it...

Of course Zhao Rong did not say these words, otherwise he had no doubt that Brother Yiwu would not be able to eat.

He turned around and smiled at the slightly stunned beautiful girl:

"What are you standing there for? You're relying on me, so hurry up and get some food."

"Oh, yes, sir."

Luo Xiu picked up the bowl again and started working.

So, the two beauties in Zhao Rong's arms and Xiao Qian'er behind him all became busy.

Luo Xiu brought him a bowl and some food, Su Qingdai poured him some fairy wine, and Zhao Qian'er scooped soup and poured tea for him.

Zhao Rong, who was lucky in love, looked around at everyone and found that he seemed to be the most idle. He reached out and took the wine glass that Su Qingdai brought to him without letting her feed him herself.

He lightly pinched the wine glass with two fingers, doing nothing, when suddenly he did a move that surprised and puzzled many people.

The young scholar sitting at the edge of the first floor of Zuixianlou raised his head, pointed to a box on the third floor, smiled and raised his glass to signal, then he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Then.

The air in the entire Zuixian Building seemed to freeze...