Chapter 509: Stubborn, grow up,
palace.
Ying Fuyan finally sent away all the officials.
There were not many people left in the palace. Only Wei Zhao, Xiao Huaiyan, and...
He Xuran looked very bad and approached Wei Zhao.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
He didn't dare to question Gu Fuju, after all, he was an elder.
He didn't dare to question Ying Fuyan, after all, he was the emperor.
Wei Zhao didn't know what he was thinking, his mind was probably not here, so he didn't respond.
Xiao Huaiyan said: "Why don't you ask me?"
"Ask you?"
What a bullshit.
He Xuran: "I finally understand why you always call me the eternal second."
Because Xiao Huaiyan couldn't take the exam, he was jealous that he took his second place.
"When Wei Zhao left the Imperial College, he couldn't bear to see me take the first place in the exam, and you clamored to invite him back to suppress me."
He Xuran: "I always thought you were unreasonable."
Now it seems.
You are indeed unreasonable!
Some things can't be thought about.
He Xuran sneered: "I was sick once and didn't go to the Imperial College for a long time. I didn't pick up the papers that were handed out. I'll look for them in the table when I feel better."
"The answers on the paper were correct, but someone wrote a lot of comments in red pen, nitpicking and pointing out where my words were wrong."
It was not the teacher's handwriting.
"Are you the one who has nothing better to do?"
Xiao Huaiyan: "What are you angry about?"
"You said that the comments were novel and insightful at the beginning, and you kept reading them for three consecutive days."
He Xuran didn't hate to see people better than him.
He knew that there are always people better than you in this world.
But he couldn't accept being teased.
He Xuran gritted his teeth: "You suggested that I take it back and stick it on the wall."
Xiao Huaiyan said: "I don't remember."
He Xuran smiled, even he was a little overwhelmed: "It's still on now."
He will burn it when he goes back later.
Ying Fuyan spoke at the right time, in a gentle voice.
"Xuran."
This is too intimate.
He Xuran didn't want to pay attention to him either.
He was so indignant about Ying Fuyan's matter before.
But after all, he is the new emperor. He Xuran was depressed and bowed respectfully: "
I am here." Ying Fuyan: "Come here. I have something to ask you."
He was indeed willing to beg.
After all, there are too many messes. Not to mention anything else, there are piles of memorials on the table and the floor, and they have not been replied yet.
Ask?
He Xuran:? ?
"What does the emperor want?"
Ying Fuyan said: "It's a bit too much."
After all, he is from the Censorate, and He Xuran kept his hands bowed: "A minister should help the emperor to relieve the flood, even if the axe is on my body, I dare not refuse."
Xiao Huaiyan, who felt guilty after the old matter was brought up again, gave him a hand.
Don't be so full of it, idiot!
He Xuran brushed it away.
Xiao Huaiyan advised: "How about you think about it again?"
He Xuran said coldly: "My affairs don't need to be worried about by Prince Xiao."
"Why, are you dissatisfied with the emperor's appreciation of me?"
Xiao Huaiyan: ...
Ying Fuyan: ...
You are stubborn, be more careful.
Wei Zhao slowly raised his eyes and walked to He Xuran.
"What did you ask me just now?"
He Xuran: "Don't you have anything to tell me?"
"Yes."
Wei Zhao raised his hand and patted his shoulder.
"Take care."
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Baopu came to the Shunguo Mansion in the afternoon.
He was still dressed as before, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a compass in his hand.
He was beaming with joy.
"You came to me before, is there something?"
That was a long time ago, but Baopu was in the palace at that time.
The smile on Yu Tingwan's mouth gradually faded. He asked Tan Jiang to serve tea and asked Baopu to sit down.
"I..."
She sat upright, her eyes calm: "I want you to help me with the ritual."
"Okay."
Baopu agreed.
He was even very positive.
"When? If it's urgent, it can be done anytime."
Yu Tingwan lowered his eyes.
He thought about it.
Finally hesitant.
"Stay for dinner tonight."
Baopu didn't react for a moment.
But suddenly he remembered Shunzi who sent him here and said something to him without any context.
——"The general will come back for dinner."
Baopu was confused at the time. Why would he report to him whether he would come back or not?
But now, he vaguely understood.
The couple wanted him to perform a ritual in the evening.
"What ritual?"
Yu Tingwan's lips moved: "To help the soul of the infant."
To appease the dead soul and help it pass away.
Baopu knew.
He carefully instructed: "Prepare incense, candles, flowers and fruits, cinnabar yellow paper, clothes and bags for the infant soul, etc." Yu
Tingwan had prepared all these long ago.
Baopu took the talisman paper, dipped the brush in cinnabar, and was about to write a petition for help.
The petition must indicate the names of the parents, the time of miscarriage or death of the fetus, and the desire for help.
He was about to ask.
The woman's voice came without any emotion.
"Father, Wei Zhao, mother, Yu Tingwan."
Baopu's hands trembled three times, and he suddenly looked at Yu Tingwan.
There was no sign of joking on her face.
This kind of thing would not be used as a joke.
Where is the child?
How could he not know?
Baopu suddenly remembered that when he told Wei Zhaoyu Tingwan's fortune when they first met, he saw the marriage line between the two.
One deep and one shallow.
The shallow one is invisible to the naked eye. The speed at which it is seen gradually becomes darker, and the deeper one transmits light.
This is because the fate in the previous life was shallow, and they are reunited in this life.
His Taoism is not deep enough, and this is all he can see.
But it is obvious that Yu Tingwan knows more.
Baopu suppressed his surprise and did not ask more questions.
He is a Taoist priest, how could he not know that many things in the world cannot be explained by common sense.
Yu Tingwan said softly: "I can't give an exact time, I can only guess roughly, okay?"
Baopu spoke with difficulty: "Okay."
He had to do his best to make it work.
Yu Tingwan: "What else do I have to do?"
"Fast for three days after the ritual."
"There is one more thing."
"Madam, just speak frankly."
Yu Tingwan did not try to hide it.
"I have some memories, but they are fragmentary. Sometimes I can see my past life, and sometimes I can see the future, but I haven't seen those for a long time."
"My past life was not very good. It's okay if I can't remember it, but I feel like it's stuck in my throat..."
I want to know the ending of everyone.
Especially Wei Zhao.
Yu Tingwan: "Do you have a way?"
Baopu: "Madam, look at me."
"Although I am very capable, but..."
Yu Tingwan slapped the table: "I don't allow you to look down on yourself!"
Baopu: ...
Baopu didn't look down on himself.
He just wanted Yu Tingwan to look down on him.
But this kind of thing is really new, and he also wants to try it.
Baopu took out the tortoise shell under Yu Tingwan's trusting eyes.
Sitting in front of the desk, his fingertips pinched white hair, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead. With his eyes closed, his consciousness groped in the chaotic sky like walking on thin ice.
Copper coins jingled on the tortoise shell.
The hexagrams appeared and disappeared like a candle that was about to go out.
Yu Tingwan waited by the side.
A stick of incense.
Half an hour passed.
Baopu sat like an old monk, motionless.
She began to feel uneasy.
Just when she wanted to forget it, she would think of a way herself.
The copper coin cracked with a sound.
Baopu coughed up blood with a sweet and fishy taste in his throat. But when the hexagram was about to dissipate, he caught a glimpse of a ray of light flashing like a gossamer.
Yu Tingwan stood up suddenly, fearing that something might happen to him.
How damned he would be.
Baopu didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He was very excited.
"Madam!"
Yu Tingwan: "Are you okay? Is this a backlash?"
Baopu: "I am! I can do anything!"
Yu Tingwan: ...
Baopu informed: "The hexagram tells me that today is not a good day to do it. Push it to three days later."
"In these three days, Madam, just do what you should do as usual. Don't be deliberate and don't have any psychological burden."
The rest depends on the will of heaven.
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