The four hundred and thirty-fifth round

Qin Ying immediately waved his hand, but his heart was not as firm as it seemed.

Reason told her that if Li Chengqian knew that she was in Heo North Road, he wouldn't bring people over? Ten are going to startle the snake.

But the voice in my heart agrees with Rong Luo. They were placed under house arrest by the bandits in Didian, and they couldn't get on the line with the outside world, how could they get out of control in the future? It is impossible to expect mountain bandits to abandon evil and follow good.

Now that Qin Ying saw Rong Luo's shoulder, the scene of the leader of the mountain bandits repeatedly slashing blood with a knife was replayed in his mind.

Rong Luo looked at Qin Ying's face with a tangled expression, guessed what she was worried about, and smiled slightly: "During the time you have been missing, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very worried about you." Now that you are in a more stable state, don't you tell him that you are safe? ”

Qin Ying swallowed his saliva fiercely, lowered his eyes and thought for a long time before he said hello with a wilt.

Not only did she scruple about it, but Li Chengqian got the news of herself, and led all the officials to look for her. I am also afraid that I will be rectified by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the future. You must know that Li Chengqian's possessiveness is not a joke, the jealousy is very surging, and she can't resist the storm at all.

Rong Luo heard Qin Ying's thought of bending, and blinked with a smile: "Hurry up and follow the power, I believe His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not blame you." Okay, okay, you will report the birthday of Your Highness. ”

Qin Ying was out of his mind for a while, and it took a long time to remember his eight characters.

The eight characters of the birth date of the royal family are locked in the Taimiao and kept secret, and when it comes to the New Year's Festival or the sacrificial ceremony, it will be taken out by the Taizhu official to analyze the fortune.

In his previous life, Qin Ying prayed by Li Chengqian's side, and as time went by, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gradually trusted Qin Ying, and when he had some free time, he chatted with her.

Once, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked Qin Ying if he could tell hexagrams. Qin Ying was stunned for a moment, and looked at each other in surprise with bright watery eyes. She didn't know how to answer, so she played dumb in the most clumsy way.

This stunned appearance fell in Li Chengqian's eyes full of stupidity, he did not regard Qin Ying as an official maid or other subordinate, but regarded her as a friend who could be put in his heart, seeing that she was so rusty and guarded like a rabbit, he helplessly spread out a plain silk, picked up a pen and wrote a few words: "This is my birthday, take it and calculate it, and tell me when this troublesome leg disease will be cured." ”

Qin Ying still looked at Li Chengqian at a loss. She knew that she shouldn't use her blazing eyes to look directly at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was in the upper position, but her neck was disobediently stalked.

“…… Don't take it yet? Li Chengqian brushed the paperweight, took out a slender silk book, and took the initiative to hand it to Qin Yingdao. There was something irresistible in his tone, which made Qin Ying involuntarily take it.

Without saying a word, she tucked the silk book into her sleeve, clearly feeling the delicate texture of the silk book, as well as the coolness of it sticking to the flesh.

Afterwards, Qin Ying really calculated a hexagram for Li Chengqian, but the hexagram was unlucky, so she used Li Chengqian's inquiring to prevaricate from her head in a daze with divination skills.

Now recalling a dusty past, Qin Ying doesn't know why, so she thinks of the three books and six ceremonies of marriage, one of which is to exchange eight characters to see if they are commensurate with each other.

If you count him and himself, I don't know what the result will be.

"Probably because of fate." Rong Luo replaced Zhancao with black and white seeds, put it on the chessboard and made a six-line gossip image, and interjected along with Qin Ying's whimsy.

Qin Ying felt embarrassed for a moment, she covered her hot cheeks and asked, "Can you not peep at other people's." ”

Rong Luo returned to a serious look, as if it wasn't himself who offended her just now: "I'm sorry." Actually, if you're not sure, I can do it for you. Rong Luo, who is good at making troubles, also stretched out his hand to invite her to hand over the birth date as well.

Of course, she wouldn't be at him, humming and not turning her head away and ignoring the other party.

Seeing this, he shrugged his shoulders and said that he tried his best to help Qin Ying, an unconscious nephew, fall in love, but Qin Ying, whose nerves were about the same thickness as Ning Fengzi, did not get started.

……

There is a saying in the world that a country cannot be without a king for a day.

Although thirty-three days is not busier than the human world, those celestial beings who take care of the affairs of the heavenly realm cannot let God vacancy.

On the second day after the obituary of God's death spread, they jointly wrote a letter to the Queen of Heaven, asking the prince to take over the throne for a long time.

The door of the palace where the Queen of Heaven lived was closed, and the scribe could not successfully bring it in. So he went to the study behind the temple of Bishi, where he knew that the side room of God, Concubine Mei, was sorting out the relics.

A few days ago, the scribe swept the bottom floor of the study, locked the door, and posted a seal prohibiting entry, and heard the intermittent sound of going downstairs inside.

He was so frightened that he almost fainted, and he tried to flee, but his knees were weak.

Dumbfounded as he watched the door of the study open from the inside out, he thought that he would see His Majesty's ghost in the next second.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of me was a delicate girl in a white skirt.

“…… Empress? The scribe was relieved to recognize her, and fell to the ground as he saluted.

Ah Zhuo nodded, looked back and took the seal, rubbed it into his palm and said, "This room doesn't need to be locked, I have to come over every day to mourn." ”

The scribe leaned over and answered. Although the plum blossom fairy in front of him only occupies the title of concubine, he is deeply favored by God.

Because she is very favored, she also has some means of her own, and in the fifth year of entering the palace, she became the harem housemother.

If the Lord is not here today, she will become the most dignified figure in the palace without any suspense.

At that time, God said that he wanted to marry the plum blossom fairy as a side room, and I don't know how many celestial people begged His Majesty to take back his fate.

They think that the plum blossom fairy is not worthy of God at all.

She has a bad character, she has a history of privately entering the emperor's bed to revise the edict, her face is terrifying, and she has an old wound on her face during the catastrophe.

And God is the common yearning of almost all unmarried goddesses.

He has a comfortable temperament, he never puts a king on the shelf when he goes out of the palace and meets his subjects, he is handsome and beautiful, and a slight smile can make thousands of heavenly girls secretly wish for a good heart.

What outsiders don't know is that the plum blossom fairy and God have a deep relationship, and the two are destined to be obsessed with each other for a lifetime.

"Huh." Ah Zhuo took the joint book and laughed softly. "The prince is still young, if he really occupies the throne, isn't thirty-three days at the mercy of the queen of heaven?" She was sitting on the left side of the desk, and the seat in the center of the desk was vacated, which was the seat of God before he was gone.

“…… How to deal with this book? Chang Shi stood behind Mei Xian and arched his hand.

Ah Zhuo carefully read the name on the handwriting, and finally said, "Rejection or implementation, it depends on the meaning of the queen of heaven." She folded the handwritten book into two sections, tucked it into her narrow sleeve and said, "Go down, and the palace will transfer it to the queen of heaven." ”

Changshi responded respectfully, thinking that this hot potato was not in his own hands.

When Ah Zhuo arrived at the palace, the door of the temple was still closed.

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