Lao Zhu believes in his life, and he doesn't believe it.

believes in his fate because Liu Rixin calculated a destiny for him back then, and if he doesn't believe it, it is tantamount to slapping himself in the face.

He doesn't believe in fate because he has gone from an authentic social bottom to today's great tomorrow, relying on his true skills along the way, rather than any divine favor.

I am the right cloth of Huai, the world and I He Jiayan.

But after eating the loss of no culture when he was a child, feudal superstition has long been implanted in the bone marrow, whether he believes it or not, Lao Zhu Da values Liu Rixin's divination results against Zhu Xiongying very much.

Because in Lao Zhu's view, Zhu Xiongying's fate is the number of the fortune of the Ming Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, the grass people are in the Taisun Mansion today, using the method of dividing the word with seven swords, and dividing the word 'heaven' for His Royal Highness the Taisun."

"Judging by the hexagrams..."

Liu Rixin's words paused slightly.

Then he took a deep breath and turned his heart sideways.

"Judging from the hexagrams, His Royal Highness Taisun's life has been broken since the fifteenth year of Hongwu."

Lao Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then a strong murderous intent appeared on his face.

"Nonsense!"

"Come on, drag this demon out and cut it down for us."

Liu Rixin felt a sigh in his heart.

I thought that when I calculated that you Zhu Chongba was the Son of Heaven, the smile was called happy, and the master shouted one by one, if you have to stuff silver into others, you can't do it.

Why are you a demon now?

Just this hexagram is still the precious result of me spitting out three buckets of blood!

"Your Majesty, the grass people haven't finished talking yet."

Without waiting for Jin Wuwei, who entered the hall, to make a move, Liu Rixin hurriedly kowtowed and shouted.

Lao Zhu then motioned to Jin Wuwei to stop his hand, but he didn't let people withdraw.

Obviously, at this moment, Lao Zhu's murderous intentions have risen.

"His Highness's order has been interrupted once since the fifteenth year of Hongwu, and then it was continued in amazement, but..."

"Just what?!"

Lao Zhu, who had just put down the knife, his eyes widened, and he was most annoyed by grinding and chirping.

"It's just that His Highness's fate hangs in the balance, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that my life will not be long."

Zhu Xiongying looked at Liu Rixin who was kneeling on the ground with interest, this old man's fortune telling is really accurate, Zhu Xiongying in history did break his life in the fifteenth year of Hongwu, just because of his arrival.

And even the characteristics of his own gold finger have been calculated.

People can't help but want to shout, awesome!

Lao Zhu's face was completely black at this moment.

Dog thing, even cursed our precious grandson for a short life!

"Take down this demon and put Ling Chi to death!"

Hearing the word 'Ling Chi', Liu Rixin wanted to cry.

He just wants to give himself a few big-eared scrapers now, Liu Rixin, Liu Rixin, why are you so cheap, if you don't say the latter sentence, horizontal and vertical is a click of a knife.

Now it's okay, three thousand six hundred dollars......

Jin Wuwei was just about to escort Liu Rixin to the execution ground.

"Wait."

Zhu Xiongying spoke.

"Grandpa Huang, this person's grandson is still useful."

Lao Zhu frowned slightly.

In fact, no matter what Liu Rixin's answer is today, he is ready to kill him, but according to Liu Rixin's answer, he decides a different way to die.

But if it's Zhu Xiongying's dignitaries.

"The art of divination can be a hexagram or a hexagram."

"If the grandson is really as he says, then the grandson wants to know how long this will be."

"Grandpa Huang, rest assured, before his grandson dies, he will definitely break this demon car on your behalf."

Car crack ???

Can you two think of a normal way to die?

Liu Rixin is numb, even if I count my life, am I easy?

"Hmm."

Lao Zhu nodded, and then spoke again.

"From today onwards, you must have more than 100 guards when you travel, and you must have a drug test by your cronies when you eat."

Lao Zhu knows his eldest grandson's personality very well, casual, especially in terms of eating and traveling, he often takes someone out and doesn't pay attention to eating.

"My grandson knows."

Zhu Xiongying sighed in his heart, this old Zhu is still worried, for fear that this eldest grandson will die violently one day.

In fact, Zhu Xiongying is not unguarded when he travels, except for the first time he sees Xu Miaojin, there are usually shadow guards secretly accompanying him, and then the archmage is strong and strong, and he is not afraid of assassination.

And as for eating.

The antidote pills in Zhu Xiongying's ring can be sold as sugar pills, and he is afraid of the poison of a hammer.

A quarter of an hour later.

Outside the Fengtian Gate, a luxurious sedan chair carried by sixteen palanquin drivers marched, accompanied by heavily armed sword guards in front and behind.

In the sedan chair, Xiao Yilun sat cross-legged on the soft goose down bed, eating a piece of exquisite dim sum, and Zhu Xiongying smiled and wiped the crumbs from the corners of her mouth for her.

Liu Rixin sat nervously on a wooden chair at the entrance of the sedan chair, full of doubts, thinking about what His Royal Highness the grandson was thinking.

"You have had countless divinations in your life, but you have never counted your own death?"

Zhu Xiongying asked lightly.

He remembered a widely circulated wild history he had read in the past.

The general content is as follows: Lao Zhu asked Liu Rixin, 'Mr. is clever, have you ever calculated how long you can live?' Liu Rixin replied calmly, 'All today', Lao Zhu was taken aback when he heard it, and then executed him.

This process is a little absurd.

Because if Liu Rixin says that I can live a long life, then Lao Zhu will kill or not?

Liu Rixin was stunned and laughed dumbly.

"Back to Your Highness, grass people... Can't figure it out. ”

To be precise, he still calculated it fifteen years before Hongwu, and at that time he calculated that his death date was twenty-six years of Hongwu, but since the fifteenth year of Hongwu, he found that his life could not be calculated.

The 'butterfly effect'.

Zhu Xiongying knows that the reason why Liu Rixin can't be counted is because his fate is related to himself, so his fate has been changed.

Looking at it this way, all the people who are related to themselves have changed their lives, and a lot of them are not dead, such as those vassal kings and Wang Baobao and the like, except for Lao Zhu, who is lying in the Qianqing Palace, as if he has offended God and his father, his life is not affected in any way, and even the death period has not changed in the slightest.

Liu Rixin looked out through the gap in the car door.

He found that the palanquin of His Royal Highness Taisun was not going to Taisun's Mansion, but had already left the imperial city and headed towards a remote corner of the inner city, and he was even more curious about where His Royal Highness Taisun was going to take him and what he wanted to do for him.

"Cauldron, where does this be..."

Yilun leaned on the window, looking at the changing scenery outside, full of curiosity.

The rules of the East Palace are very strict, and she is a minor girl, so she has no chance to step out of the East Palace on weekdays, let alone take a look at the outside world.

At this time, her big black and bright eyes were greeted by a large mansion covering an extremely wide area.

Zhu Xiongying smiled and pinched Yilun's delicate little face and said with a smile.

"This place is called the Beginning Orphanage."