Chapter 91: Die by following fate, live against fate

Five days later, Zhaixing Tower.

Puffs of smoke rose from the incense burner in the hall, and a huge golden Huntianyi stood in the center of the hall, slowly rotating.

The national teacher, dressed in white, sat cross-legged in front. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes. At the moment he opened his eyes, the Huntianyi, which was originally rotating, immediately stopped.

"What's wrong?"

The big tyrant sitting next to him in a black robe suddenly spoke.

The national teacher slowly stood up from the ground and slowly said, "As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune are in the hands of heaven, and things are in the hands of man."

The big tyrant: "..."

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

Ask him to predict the fate of the country, and he gave him this trick again.

"Can't you say something useful?" The Tyrant glanced at him coldly. The

Imperial Master smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I speak the truth."

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

Imperial Master: "..."

The next second, Imperial Master Zong Ji sighed lightly, "Okay, I'll tell you the truth, I can't tell."

Hearing this, the Tyrant frowned, obviously not quite believing it.

It was not until he looked at the serious expression of the Imperial Master that he realized that he was really not lying.

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

"Maybe according to the current situation, I should be a dead man." The Imperial Master said, and took something out of his sleeve.

The Tyrant's eyes fell on the tortoise shell, which was a sign of great ferocity.

Imperial Preceptor: "Before I showed up at the hunting grounds on the day I left the retreat, I had already read my fortune. I thought my destiny was coming, but I never thought I would escape it. Your Majesty, you should also know that I have never made a mistake in fortune-telling, but that day..." "

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

"She defied destiny."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I want to know what your Majesty thinks?" asked the Imperial Preceptor.

The tyrant said in a deep voice: "If

you obey the will of heaven, you will die. If you go against the will of heaven, you will live. I have already gone against the will of heaven again and again. What do you think I will do?" "Although I still find what you said to me incredible, Your Majesty, there are always people better than you. I have obeyed the will of heaven for so long, so what's the harm in going against it once?"

If all their destinies were controlled by an invisible hand behind them, it would be fine if he didn't know it. Once he knew it, he would not be able to obey it anymore. After all, everyone has a rebellious nature.

"Although I haven't predicted the fate of the country, it is not unreasonable to say that good fortune and misfortune are in the hands of heaven and man. I believe that the little princess should be a blessing for Your Majesty."

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

"Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo!"

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

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

Wanwan rubbed her little nose, and in her heart she was drawing many circles for the guy who scolded her.

The little fox curled up on the side and looked at the little milk ball sneezing a few times, biting her little blanket and covering the little milk ball's legs.

It's cold, the master should keep warm.

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

The little fox looked at her with his beautiful eyes and looked puzzled.

Is that so?

Is the sneezing because someone is scolding the master?

Damn it, who is it?

How dare they scold the cute and lovely master? !

The little fox was thinking, and she couldn't help but sneeze, "Ah!"

Oh no, someone is scolding me too.

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

"Mother's Wanwan is so cute, how could anyone scold Wanwan? The old people often say that if you sneeze once, someone is thinking about 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 is or not, mother thinks Wanwan has caught a cold from the wind, so she can't sit by the window to blow the wind."

"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 her good cooking skills, Concubine Yi was also good at sewing.

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

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

Fu Jiao felt that she was really so happy. Her master treated her very well, and her benefactor even made a blanket for her.

When she learned that Cangcang was a tiger, she was afraid that they would not get along well, but she didn't expect that this little white tiger named Cangcang had a very gentle temper.

When her brother came to find her, she would also persuade him to stay.

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

Concubine Yi looked at the little baby getting along very harmoniously with the two little animals, and she felt more and more that her little babies were really liked by the little animals.

Late at night, a black shadow floated across the corridor, passed through the closed palace door and entered the room unimpeded.

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

The crying ghost tilted his head when he looked at 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 body, and why was there another 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 so unscrupulously.

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

She opened her eyes and saw the ghost face of a ghost sister in front of her.

Although she had seen it many times before, she was still scared when she saw it suddenly.

"Ghost sister, 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 do you know I brought you a gift when I left the palace this time?"

Gift?

The crying ghost's eyes lit up after hearing this.

Then he saw the little princess walk to a cabinet not far away, open the cabinet 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 opening the box, the crying ghost looked at the red, green and yellow paper clothes in the box, which were women's styles.

The crying ghost: "..."

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Small theater:

Secret guard record manual:

Guard object: Ninth Princess

Recording time: midnight

Guard object behavior: talking to himself, talking nonsense...