Only now did I find out that I made a mistake yesterday, and this is the previous chapter

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Mo Shi sat in the astrology room and watched two old magicians use crystal balls to divinate the celestial phenomena and speculate on the astrological signs on the day of the Changmao Festival, so as to calculate what the weather is like and whether the sacrifice will please the gods.

It's like watching a game of pen fairy.

Mo Shi sat peacefully, the corners of his lips habitually raised slightly, in order to make a gentle and polite almost static manner. He's used to it.

The so-called pen fairy game refers to a ritual that summons the undead without a warrant.

Each of them holds a pen with both hands clasped, spins the end of the pen on the white paper, and then recites the "incantation" that summons the pen fairy. Of course, there are also preparations such as opening the door and lighting candles.

Then, the so-called pen fairy (spirit) descends and possesses the end of the pen. The participants in the ritual ask various questions, and the pen fairy draws various lines on the paper, and the inquirer interprets the pen fairy's answer through the lines: the pen moves because the pen tip trembles due to the uneven force on the two hands of different people, or it is simply one of them who cheats.

In short, it's just a kids' game that real séances see as entertainment.

In Mo Shi's view, this kind of crystal ball divination is the same as that of a pen fairy.

It's just that the mages did inject magic into the crystal ball. It's just that the images that appear are like dreams, projections from the depths of the caster's own mind.

Of course, the wizards of this era were also keen on interpreting dreams.

Later in the evening, Dia came to him at the astrological house.

"I was thinking, maybe you'd like to help me interpret my dreams. I don't want to talk to anyone about it. She said.

Mo Shi thought for a moment.

"Does that mean you don't really want to talk?"

Instead of replying to him in that witty, mocking tone, Diya took his hand and motioned for them to walk along the promenade next to the park.

Moser noticed a brooch pinned to her neckline, a very beautiful sapphire flower. It is buttoned down to the neckline of a silver mink, like a blue ice crystal.

At the same time, this brooch is also very familiar.

Soon Mo Shi remembered where he had seen the jewel.

It was beside the chessboard, in the beautiful metal box—the box of jewels that the king said was used to please the queen—the grid to the right.

"Did you dream of His Royal Highness, miss?" asked Mo Shi softly.

He could feel Dia's arms tighten suddenly.

Her maid, Lina, slowly retreated further away.

"For the time being...... Not yet. Nothing has happened yet. "But I had to think about it." And I, I don't know who to talk to, and I'm not sure if I should tell Dino before I figure it out. ”

"I'm glad that you're willing to talk to me. ”

"I didn't trust you, you somehow came to our castle, somehow became our teacher, and then, somehow you became my father and the Diffindor, especially Dino, the one you trusted—because you're a strange person, you have unique magic, they even say you once saw God on the seashore -- men love opportunities and challenges, and there's something about you that that represents that? I don't know. ”

Diya is a wise woman, a smart person.

Ember once said that if Dia had not been a girl, she would have made the surname Firesparrow even more glorious.

Although life has filed her sharpness. She is still a shining jewel.

The children of the Firebird family are all excellent, but she is perhaps the most painful one.

"If you are fate, how lucky is the one who caught you. Dia smiled, "This is the poem I've read." ”

"I'm not anything unnatural. "I just hope I can help." ”

"So, tell me. How shall I deal with the king's favor?"

So that's exactly what happened.

The king is pursuing her.

Mando Golden Lion, in pursuit of Dia Firesparrow.

The Golden Lion and the Firesparrow. What reason does Firesparrow have to disagree?

Moshi knew what he was supposed to do. He should persuade Dia to put aside all her worries and devote herself to a war of love and marriage, and he needs to encourage her to fight for power for his father and brothers. This is a very real need – to ignore the value of individual life and to integrate all members into one family.

However, he felt that he could not pretend that he was really a ruthless political machine in front of the fire sparrow.

"What do you think, what do you think, what do you think of His Majesty?" he asked.

"He gave me this," said Dia, who stroked the brooch on the neckline with her fingers, "and said that when I became his deputy, he would put on a more beautiful crown of jewels for me." ”

This is hardly a hint.

Moser tried to ponder and assume how serious the king was in this matter.

Moser was not a friend or close friend of the Manka Golden Lion, and he did not know the king's attitude towards women, lovers, wives, and marriages.

Dia's expression betrayed a kind of confusion, and she looked down at her collar.

"But I don't know...... When I came to the court, they all said that I was too rigid and boring in dealing with men. Indeed I am. I lost my mother at an early age, and I despised the women who were my father's lover – I never knew how to fall in love with a man, or how I was going to face a man and make them fall in love with me. There was a lot of love in the ancient book of poetry, there was a lot of lust and dealings in the court, and the apostle Yueyun once warned the world that passionate and intoxicated love is the sin of indulgence. ”

Mo Shi was silent.

"God," Diya smiled bitterly, "I don't know why I'm telling you this, maybe it's because I've been in a manic mood and rude in front of you before?"

Mo Shi was stunned for a moment, and realized that Diya was referring to the past, about Ember Waping, about him falling in love with her maid, about him killing her fiancé, about his death—many years, nearly five years, had passed since then.

"Miss Dia, do you have a favorite male now?"

Diya shook her head.

"So, do you want to marry that young man from the Autumn Crow family?"

"He's my betrothed. ”

So "I don't want to", Mo Shi paused for a moment and asked, "If you are in love with the king, will what you can get satisfy you?"

"All I can get ......"

"You may lose a lot, but you will gain a lot. ”

"Yes, yes. Diya suddenly wiped her cheeks with her fingers, and her fingertips swept the water from the corners of her eyes. Mo Shi realized that she was crying, she didn't choke up, she didn't sob. Mo Shi realized that she had already made a choice, "If I do well enough, Diffonor and Dino will support me, and my father will be happy." ”

"I'm sure it will be so, miss. And I will definitely do my best to help you and the Firebird family behind you. ”

Mo Shi swallowed all pity and worry.

He has no qualifications and no rights.

He opened his mouth to encourage: "You are beautiful, and at the same time the fountain of the soul is pure and abundant. You don't have to care about what you say about 'them', some of them are the daughters of your father's enemies, some are jealous of your beauty and intelligence, some are destined to be nothing more than coquettish and petty gains—and you can go higher. ”

"I know very well where the king's favor for me comes from, it comes from my father, it comes from my surname. Otherwise, why would the king go out of his way to show great courtesy to a cold Beya woman who is engaged to marry?"

Diya calmed down, her expression almost cold, her fingers gripping the brooch tightly.

"You're not just a young woman with the surname Firebird," Moshi said from the bottom of her heart. He did always admire her, even if it was just from the sidelines, "If someone sees you that way, you should let them know that they are very wrong." ”

He said seriously, but Di Ya smiled: "Mr. Mo Shi, I didn't know that you knew how to make people happy so well. Or are we all changing so much since we came to the central government?"

We.

A word-friendly enough.

"I think it is, Miss Dia. ”

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