A year later

"Boring, boring, so fucking boring!"

Qingle was lying on the beauty with a big grin, and there were six white jade plates inlaid with cloud patterns on the table beside him, and a copper coin was placed in the center of each plate, and Gulier stared at them intently, "Your Highness, the priest just said in the morning, your heart is calm and sincere, if you don't work hard, what if the emperor of the Great Liang is summoned?" ”

"What is the summoning, there are so many people waiting to see the emperor, we haven't lined up for a year, and he has long forgotten about it, so we moved from the embassy to another courtyard, and next time we may be able to move back to Sajiang." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Gulier was a little calmer than a year ago, and closed the window with a calm face, "It's just right, it's idle left and right, you can predict when we can go back, right?" ”

Qingle sat up from the collapse, "You and I don't want to peek into the heavens and know the past and the future, but no matter how I do, I haven't been right once since this hexagram was solved." ”

She hung her head, "Is there something wrong, I'm not a goddess at all." ”

As soon as the sacrifice is opened, the things predicted by the goddess can be fulfilled one by one, and the real people who know the world without leaving home, and every five years are related to the fortune of the country and the people's livelihood, and it is impossible to go wrong.

She also thought at first, didn't the holy aunt calculate the catastrophe of Sajiang a year ago? Did she go wrong too? But the priest told her that the calamity had already been calculated, and that in order to stabilize the hearts of the people, only a few people were known, and the king had made many efforts to avoid it, but in the end it was fulfilled.

For the first time, she wondered, since it was impossible to prevent it if she knew it in advance, why did she still need a prophet, isn't it more difficult to survive every day when she knows the ending?

"Small disasters can be turned into small disasters, big disasters can be avoided, and a prophet who never makes mistakes has nothing to be proud of. Heaven is impermanent, it is disrespectful for mortals to speculate on the heavens, even if they are gods and goddesses are guided by heaven, most of them have a bad fate, such as parents, relatives and friends, absolute kindness and righteousness, ruthlessness and lovelessness, if they interfere in it again, they will be counterattacked, and they will die a tragic death, which is difficult to see, and the soul is scattered and does not exist in the world. ”

She didn't seem to understand what the priest said, and after thinking about it all night, she figured out that the noble-sounding position of the goddess was really not something ordinary people could sit in.

She wanted to regret that she couldn't do it if she wasn't a goddess, but the result was obvious, and she didn't bother herself. What's more, she is not appropriate, there are always other people, this place is so far away from Sajiang, where can she find anyone else for a while, there is only one Gulil left by her side, that fate is terrifying just by listening, how can she bear to let Gulil bear it.

Forget it, anyway, she has been an orphan since she was a child, and she has no other friends except Guliel, so this time she will suffer a little loss, and it would be better to be a goddess again.

Originally, she was so resigned to her fate, who knew that in the past year, she had no talent in divination, every hexagram was wrong, even if it was Meng, she had to be right twice, I had never heard of a goddess who would have this perfect skill of dodging the correct result.

Day after day, Gull repeated, "It's you who are too anxious, and the priests have told you not to be too nervous." ”

Qingle shook her head and said no more, I don't know why, she always felt like something was going to happen, this feeling was getting stronger day by day, but she couldn't calculate anything, which made her feel anxious, but it was useless to tell Guliel.

She took the copper coins from her plate and asked, "What time is it?" Did the priest say when he would return? ”

"It's three quarters of the hour." Gull stacked the white jade plates neatly together, "The priest said that he would return late today, do you want to have dinner?" ”

"I don't eat or eat, I get tired of eating these things every day." She walked to the door worriedly, only to see a person standing in the courtyard, and immediately asked alarmedly, "Who is it?" ”

"Miss Qingle, where are you, I am Xiaolinzi under the prince-in-law, and my father-in-law asks you to come over to the house."

The people outside replied sharply, and raised their eyebrows lightly, and Gulier immediately stepped forward to answer: "Father-in-law is tired to return to the prince on behalf of the princess, our goddess is called at any time, it is inconvenient to go out, if the father-in-law has any urgent matter, wait for the priest to come back, and then go to the palace to confess." ”

"The girl is serious." Xiao Linzi took two steps forward, "Your priest is a guest in the mansion, please." ”

Gulier said uneasily: "There are tokens." ”

Xiao Linzi humbly lowered his head, took out a copper coin from his arms, and handed it over respectfully with both hands, Gulier showed it to Qingle, and whispered, "Do you recognize it?" ”

The priest has been out early and returned late these days, and Qingle has long been curious about what she is doing, so he took the copper coin and took a rough look, "It's the priest's, let's go." ”

"You wait." Gulier took out a piece of broken silver from her bosom, "Does Father-in-law know what the princess is anxious to see our goddess?" ”

Xiao Linzi refused: "I only stay outside the door and don't know anything." ”

Gullir insisted on shoving the silver into his hand, "And who else are there besides us priests?" ”

Qingle waited impatiently on the side, and asked what are you doing so much, what can you do at the feet of the Son of Heaven? She was a fledgling and fearless, and walked boldly in front, and when she was in the carriage, Gulier told her what she had said.

"I heard that King Lin'an is in the prince's mansion."

"That bale ...... Hmmm......"

Guliel's reaction was too big, she started too quickly, and even covered her nose and mouth together, almost suffocating her, she reminded: "Be careful with your words and deeds." ”

Qingle has heard these four words more than a thousand times a year, at least three times a day on average, and he still can't change it when he should be open-mouthed, and now his life is in danger before he nodded again and again, and when Gull let go of her, he took a few breaths of air, and almost choked, "Yes, if you have something to say, let's not do it?" ”

Gull said solemnly: "You don't care alone, do you want to implicate all the people in the tribe?" ”

"What this means is that it's okay for me to die, but don't implicate you?" Qingle wanted to cry, "The good master and servant are affectionate, you have no conscience." ”

Gulier ignored her, "King Lin'an's uncle is the general of Zhenxi, do you know?" ”

The words stopped, and the rest of everyone already knew in their hearts that Li Yuanjie, the general of Zhenxi, held heavy troops and leaned towards the government and the opposition, and his nephew King Lin'an, who was also the third elder brother, was the biggest threat to the prince today, of course, Li Yuanjie was still a terrifying brave general who had set foot on the tribes in the northwest, and each tribe included the Sajiang tribe.

The court is infighting, the situation is treacherous, the Son of Heaven returned injured a few months ago, although he heard that there was no big problem, but the people below moved frequently, and it seems that the rumors cannot be believed.

Whether the king of Lin'an is like the rumored brave and unscrupulous reckless man is also debatable.

Joy by oneself and others, I feel that the emperor's position is more cheating than the goddess, who is a fool, she is young and ignorant and was coaxed away with rhetoric, and now she wants to withdraw and can't be found, otherwise she will leave early, fight, what is there to fight, she won't do it.

"Got it, got it, and acted on the opportunity." Qingle changed his words under Guliel's burning gaze, "Ahem—never say a word!" ”

The prince is the chief eunuch, he has been with the emperor for nearly thirty years, he is white and fat, his temples are a little flashy, he sits on the top and smiles, he looks like a dough, and his voice is not as sharp as that of the little eunuch, it sounds gentle and gentle, "Give the goddess a seat soon, the goddess of labor at night, and live comfortably in the courtyard?" If there is any inhospitable place, you can take care of it, inform the people below, and keep it for you immediately. ”

"My father-in-law is polite." Qingle's eyes quickly turned, in addition to the priest, there was also an elderly Confucian sitting on the lower seat, the rumored King of Lin'an was not visible, the money was spent too unjustly, she was in pain while dealing with the polite words of the princess, afraid of saying too much, she looked a little cold, and glanced at the priest, she was completely indifferent.

Unable to count on it, her thoughts flew away, revealing a word from the princess, seeing him staring at her, realizing that this was waiting for her to reply, "...... Kindness. ”

She replied casually, and saw that the priest finally turned his head to look at her, and before she could read the meaning of the old eyes, the prince and the Confucian laughed heartily twice, "The goddess is really quick to talk, then this matter is decided, if there is anything that needs to be prepared, please feel free to command." ”

Qingle was dumbfounded, what...... What's the deal? She also walked away, as if she was in trouble?

By the time she looked at the priest for help, the old man had already withdrawn his gaze and stood up with great difficulty, "The old man took his leave. ”

"Go, go, go." The prince stood up, "Only a few of us know about today's events, and it's not too early, come and send the goddess and the priest back to the other courtyard." ”

The priest nodded, "Father-in-law, please stay." ”

Qingle knew that there was no room for her to speak, so she had to follow the priest away, and as soon as she got into the carriage, she couldn't help asking, "What did I just promise?" ”

Although the priest looked stern, he did not rebuke her, and at this time he only said calmly, "Open the sacrifice." ”

"Oh...... Yes? Qingle stood up suddenly, hit his head on the roof of the car, and didn't care about crying out in pain while holding his head, "Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice? Prophecy?! ”

The priest nodded, and asked softly, "Prophecy what?" Is it what King Lin'an meant? He wanted to know when the emperor would ...... Oops, why don't you say no? How good is that? ”

"What are you anxious about?" The priest used her thin hand to pull Qingle to the saddle and sit down, "Meditation, the six roots of the goddess are pure, and only when the heart does not move can the power of heaven and earth be passed, you must never forget your identity." ”

"I'm not a monk." Qingle was so anxious, "My predictions are all wrong, what if something goes wrong and the clansmen are implicated?" ”

"What is your identity?"

"O goddess." "What are you doing when you ask these people who have or not, what day is the time set, or I will pretend to be sick......"

"What does a goddess do?"

Her hand increased a little harder, Qingle felt the pain but calmed down a little, the priest is always a little old, but definitely not old and confused, so as not to keep asking her these irrelevant things, she thought about it this time before answering, "Prophecy, but I don't yet, everything I predicted is wrong, either I am not a goddess at all, or my ability is not enough to comprehend the heavens." ”

"You are a child personally chosen by the Holy Aunt, is she at fault?"

Qingle shook her head, "Never." ”

"So stop doubting your identity." The priest let go of her hand, "The goddess is guided by the gods, prophecy is your innate ability, and everything else has nothing to do with you. ”

Her old voice spoke eloquently, with a reassuring power, "Say what the prophecy reveals, no stand, no fear, no joy, no sorrow, no fear, child, can you do it?" ”

Qingle didn't respond impulsively, she asked, "You mean even if my actions will affect the Sajan tribe...... Never mind? ”

"Although you are the goddess of Sajiang, it is not your responsibility to be Sajiang, do you know the responsibility of the goddess?"

Qingle shook his head in confusion, and the priest said, "Do your best to feel the way of heaven, make the most accurate prediction, and live up to the name of the goddess, as for the consequences of the prophecy, it is not something you can control." ”

Except for truthful declarations, don't try to control or sway the Heavenly Dao.

Qingle seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and in the priest's slow narration, for the first time there was a sense of destiny. The Holy Aunt was revered, and no one in the tribe did not respect her, but after her death, the reaction of the tribe was mediocre, because their eyes were on the new goddess, and they only recognized the "goddess", and never cared about the person who really existed in this position.

Qingle thought that the "goddess" was just a kind of faith, and the only role of the Holy Aunt, her, and all the women who had been and would become goddesses was to maintain this faith, and this was the responsibility of being a goddess.

"I can do it." How can she be ashamed of her alone, the prophet, who has insight into the calculation of heaven's chances, should follow the heavens' destiny, know the heavens' opportunities and walk the way of heaven, as early as the moment she took over as the goddess, she walked on a completely different path from the world.

The preparations for the sacrifice were quick, and three days later, Qingle was led to the palace, and the maiden had the faint smell of fasting and burning incense, and a smooth green silk was loosely tied behind her head with only a red rope, and she carried a white papier-mâché lantern in her hand to illuminate the ground under her feet, and the darkness around her was like ink that could not be dissolved, and she ascended the towering altar alone.

Tonight's fog seemed to be extraordinarily heavy, she seemed to be standing in the vast clouds, wearing a noble dark robe, the wide cuffs were embroidered with gold thread with a circle of complex lines, raised her hand to reveal half of her jade-white wrist, put the lantern aside, raised her hands above her head, recited the sacrifice in her mouth, and after half an hour, lit the first incense, and the sacrifice officially began.

Different from Qingle's thoughts, although this matter was privately arranged by King Lin'an, it was not to predict when the old emperor would braided his hair or whether he would have a chance to ascend to the throne, his purpose was to take people out to sea to find the elixir of immortality. (To be continued.) )