Zhao Yin looked at her heavily. In the past few days, he has listened to the people in the palace say something intermittently, and he roughly knows what has happened in the past month, and he also knows about Ah Xiu kowtowing everywhere to beg for help.

He knew Ah Xiu's temperament, but the fierceness that erupted from this woman's body still shocked him.

If it comes to it, he has only accepted her as a concubine for a few months, and he never thought that Ah Xiu would have such deep feelings for him, and he would not even want his life for her.

In front of the guards, he couldn't say anything beside him, but said, "Ah Xiu, I've worked hard for you."

The name Ah Xiu is known only to him.

Ah Xiu was resold by others, and his memories of the past became more and more blurred, only firmly remembering that he was once called Ah Xiu. She reminded herself every morning, noon and night that her name is Ah Xiu, and she will rely on this to find Ah Daddy and Ah Niang in the future.

In private, he called her Ah Xiu.

Ah Xiu shook her head slightly, "The concubine is fine."

She took Zhao Yin's hand and moved away, went to get clean water, avoided the wound and helped him clean up the blood on his hands, dipped it in spirits to clean, sprinkled the medicine powder on it, and bandaged it with a cloth.

When the liquor fell on the wound, Zhao Yin did not move at all, and his brows did not wrinkle, as if he did not feel the pain.

Ah Xiu pursed her lips tightly and didn't say a word, but her eyes were red and red.

Zhao Yin comforted, "This king has been on the battlefield since he was fifteen years old, and injuries are commonplace, so this little blood is nothing. And it's not really a bowl of blood, and half of that bowl is wine."

Ah Xiu tightened his throat and said, "The Third Highness is not a stone, how can it not hurt to cut such a deep wound. What can you do if you say it hurts?"

Zhao Chen was silent.

He knew it hurts.

When he was released from prison, he learned about the death of his mother and died to save him. It turned out that not only his son, but even his mother, a concubine who had accompanied his father for more than 20 years, was nothing in the eyes of his father. Such as ants, such as grass mustard.

Even though he knew that his father was ruthless and had a cold kinship, he always admired his father and respected him like a mountain.

His heart was completely broken. He has lived and died on the battlefield several times, and the pain of his bones can be seen deeply, but it is not as good as the pain at this time.

After a long time, he raised his eyes and smiled lightly, "Ah Xiu, it really doesn't hurt."

In the blink of an eye, it was February 21.

Emperor Qingming once again announced Wu Banxian to the imperial study.

Wu Banxian is fat again.

"Half a month has passed, you may be divining again?" Emperor Qingming asked.

"Poor Dao said before that Poor Dao leaked too much heavenly secrets, and every time he divined a hexagram in the future, he would be counterattacked by it. I'm afraid, if there are three more trigrams, the poor road will die." Wu Banxian said quietly, "Your Majesty, the poor Dao has made great contributions, you have to feel sorry for the poor Dao."

Emperor Qingming said lightly: "That means that you can also divination."

Wu Banxian worked hard to fight for his chances of survival, "Your Majesty, if Poor Dao goes back to the mountains to recuperate, I can't say that I can still serve Da Zhou in the future."

Emperor Qingming ignored his words at all, and took a silver nude to him, "You can do it again." Decide if there will be a phoenix in the Mansion."

Since there are still three trigrams, then I will solve the biggest question in my heart first.

Wu Banxian looked at him resentfully, and snorted, "I can't do it, the poor Dao can only divinate for the person who asks for divination. This hexagram has to be done by the Duke of Dingguo himself."

Emperor Qingming's sharp eyes turned sideways, "Prevarication. At that time, a Taoist priest passed by the gate of the Dingguo Mansion and gave the assertion of Phoenix Qiwu. How can you not be able to calculate with your ability?"

Wu Banxian said, "The emperor also said that he passed through the Dingguo Mansion, but the poor road can pass? Poor Dao has never seen the feng shui of their mansion, second, he doesn't know the face of the Duke of Dingguo, and third, he doesn't know the eight characters of the female relatives of the Duke of Guo's mansion, if he can figure out anything, it will be a fairy."

"So, with the eight characters of the daughter's birthday, you can do the calculation?"

Wu Banxian reluctantly said, "Yes."

Emperor Qingming said, "Qingming was born on June 10 in the second year of Qingming, you can count it."

Wu Banxian looked at Emperor Qingming in surprise, "My own son

You don't know what the son belongs to, but you remember the birth date of the girl's daughter clearly......

Seeing that Emperor Qingming's eyes were cold, Wu Banxian said, "Okay, I'll count, I'll count!"

He pinched his fingers and calculated, "On June 10 of the second year of Qingming, the eight characters of the birthday are...... Bingyin Yi is not Xin Youjihai. The heavenly dry fire Nayin fire, the flame melts gold, the earth branch Yinmu, Muke gold, and the prince belongs to gold. Judging from her eight characters alone, whether it is the heavenly stem or the earthly branch, it is the prince who is restrained, and which prince she marries is Kefu. Can such a woman be a queen?"

He smiled shyly, "The emperor still doesn't want to waste this hexagram, or just leave it at that?"

Emperor Qingming was unmoved, and insisted, "You make a divination for her."

Wu Banxian sighed, took out the three ancient coins that had been taken by him from his arms, and scattered them on the ground.

He looked at it for a moment, "This woman's life is hard, she guards against her parents and relatives, and guards against her husband's family. All the people close to her have many bad things, and few have good deaths. If she is a destiny phoenix, it will really be a joke in the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, blood began to ooze from the corners of his lips.

Wu Banxian took out a fine silk handkerchief, wiped the blood, and his face was ugly.

Emperor Qingming's brows relaxed, "So, that Taoist priest can't say it accurately?"

Wu Banxian said, "This kind of assertion is just a trick to speculate on people's hearts. This kind of divination, unlike earthquakes and rain, can be controlled by humans. For example, if the Taoist priest said that the Dingguo Mansion would produce a phoenix, if the emperor listened to this assertion, he would take advantage of the situation to crown this woman as the queen, isn't this assertion accurate?"

Emperor Qingming rubbed his jade wrench finger and pondered for a moment, "That's the truth. In other words, she can't be a queen."

Wu Banxian shook his head decisively, "It can't be done. And judging from the hexagram, she is already a wife."

His eyes suddenly flashed, and he touched his chin to look at Emperor Qingming, "The emperor won't want to rob *** for an assertion, right?" new

Emperor Qingming's eyes were slightly cold, "In my harem, there are enough people."

Wu Banxian hurriedly said, "Just kidding, kidding! Your Majesty, you were deceived by that Taoist priest, how much silver did you give him?"

Emperor Qingming ignored him, "You stand down."

Wu Banxian picked up the copper coin, walked outside the hall, walked halfway through, paused and turned back and said, "If the emperor can promise that Poor Dao will no longer divinate and stay until he has done the dojo for forty-nine days, Poor Dao will fight for the Dao method and calculate the national fortune for the emperor for sixty years."

Emperor Qingming's face moved slightly, "Really?"

Wu Banxian sighed, "It's a deal. The emperor has to promise the poor road, and after the national fortune is calculated, he will let the poor road leave the palace."

Emperor Qingming said, "Okay, I promise you."

"It's a deal!"

Wu Banxian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again, I believe you are a ghost, pushed the door and left.

Emperor Qingming held the dragon case in his hand, and his eyes were blazing.

Sixty years of national fortune?