On the fifth day of the Hundred Flowers Banquet, some people were happy, some were sad, some were full of expectations, some were helpless, and some were in pain and despair. The various states of being of all beings were revealed at this moment.
Outside the Yue Lao Temple.
A group of people stood in an orderly manner.
Among them, the most conspicuous one was Bao Jun's father, Zehong, who led his son and said with a smile, his eyebrows dyed with joy, "No matter which goddess my son is destined to meet today, I am happy, I am happy, hahaha..."
Jun Si, who was standing by, rolled his eyes silently when he saw his father's worthless look and thought, "Forget it."
As soon as the door of Yue Lao Temple opened, Ze Hong couldn't wait to drag Jun Si in.
Yue Lao has kind eyes and long white hair that reaches his ankles. His thick white beard covers most of his face. He is now 150,000 years old and is the only elderly priest. He is very prestigious.
Even Zehong, who was always in a hurry, brought his son to him at this moment, and his expression and behavior were respectful.
He nodded to Yue Lao and said, "Thank you for your help, Yue Lao."
Yue Lao's soft eyebrows curved slightly, his voice was low and kind, he just took the time to glance at Jun Si, and said, "His marriage destiny has not yet arrived, it's too hasty."
Zehong believed his words without a doubt. After thanking him, he pulled Jun Si away in a daze.
After that, there were many sons of gods and goddesses who came to calculate. Jun Si felt relieved and even took the time to comfort his father. "Dad, I've already told you that I don't have a favorite woman right now, and I don't want to get married yet. Look, you don't believe me, right?"
Now that Yue Lao says the time has not come yet, let’s see how he can urge us to get married.
He raised his eyebrows proudly at his father, which made Zehong so angry that he fumed and took off his shoes without caring about his image, ready to teach him a lesson.
As luck would have it, the flying shoe was about to hit Zhao Zhao who suddenly appeared. Zhao Zhao did not dodge when he saw this. Luo Chen was beside him and easily blocked it for him.
Luochen frowned and looked at Zehong, "Zehong."
Zehong broke out in a cold sweat when he saw him come out. He quickly stepped forward and forced a smile, "Your Majesty, I am sorry to have embarrassed you by teaching my rebellious son a lesson."
"Be careful next time."
"Yes, yes, yes."
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, said goodbye to the God Emperor, and led Jun Si away without looking back.
According to Zhao Zhao's wishes, Luo Chen waited with him here for more than an hour. There were not many people in front of Yue Lao's door, but Zhao Zhao still had no intention of going in.
"Zhao, why don't you go in?"
"No rush."
Another half an hour passed, and the person he was waiting for still didn't come. Seeing that Luo Chen was about to urge him again, he pushed him in directly.
Luochen:? Ridiculous.
Yue Lao was slightly stunned, "Your Majesty, what are you doing..."
Luo Chen had a cold face and brought Zhao Zhao in. "Let him count it."
"good……"
Zhao Zhao had a cold face and said, "Go ahead and calculate, let's see what you can figure out."
The result was just as Zhao Zhao expected. He had no marriage fate, no love, and closed his heart.
Luo Chen was not surprised to learn this result. He had already expected it. He wanted Zhao Zhao to test it once just because he was unwilling to give up.
Very good, now he has one more headache.
However, Yue Lao's next words stunned him instantly.
Yue Lao pinched his fingers and looked at Luo Chen and Zhao Zhao, wanting to speak but stopping himself. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "I calculated that Zhao Shenzi will die young..."
“…”
"What did you say?!" Luochen's aura changed in an instant, becoming extremely terrifying. The little boy beside him couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Yue Lao shook his head and said, "I am not proficient in fortune-telling. Your Majesty may want to ask other priests for help." What he meant was that he was just a fortune teller. The fact that he had predicted that the son of the God of Zhao would die young was just a coincidence. If one wanted to know something more clearly, one should seek help from a professional.
Luochen didn't say anything and took Zhaozhao out with a cold face.
"I'm waiting for someone."
Zhaozhao refused to leave.
Luo Chen closed his eyes and calmed himself down a little, "I'll give you another hour." He would never be at ease until he figured out the reasons for Zhao Zhao's premature death.
God helps those who work hard. Half an hour later, Shi Qinian finally arrived.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhao hurried forward to meet him.
Zhao Zhao was rarely so enthusiastic. Shi Qinian was flattered and smiled slightly, saying, "Son of God Zhao."
"Um."
"Let's go and calculate our marriage destiny."
Zhao Zhao pulled him and headed straight to Yue Lao Palace.
Shi Qinian was stunned. Why did he feel that Zhao Zhao cared about his marriage more than his father? He had already felt it when Zhao Zhao asked him a few days ago. He didn't expect that she would wait for him here today.
Looking at the God Emperor with a stern face, Shi Qinian felt a little nervous.
It looked like someone had angered the God Emperor, and he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Zhao who was holding his wrist.
Zhao Zhao threw Shi Qinian to Yue Lao and said the same words to Luo Chen just now.
"Matchmaker, please help me find a marriage for him."
Yue Lao responded and took out a brand new marriage rope. He tied one end of the rope around Shi Qinian's wrist, but just as he turned around for a moment, the rope broke unexpectedly. Yue Lao opened his eyes and shook his head slightly. Zhao Zhao had a bad premonition.
"Even this old man cannot predict the marriage of the Son of Time."
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