Zhongzhou Yongning City.

Dahan Palace.

Peep into the heavens.

This is a place to peek into the stars and cope with the changes in the world.

Peeping into the vaulted hall of the Heavenly Prison, it was empty and cold.

The golden celestial gazetteer moves silently, as if simulating the evolution of heaven and earth.

The people in the temple looked up at the huge instrument with awe-struck faces.

The master of the Heavenly Prison faced the Celestial Observatory and stood with his hands behind his back.

Gonggong Li, the chamberlain, wanted to come forward to report the arrival of Emperor Han, but was stopped by Emperor Han with his hand.

"When Master Luan Xing is calculating, it's best not to disturb, it's okay to wait."

"No."

After a long time, Luan Hanchi, whose face was like a jujube, slowly walked down from the high platform of the Heavenly Observatory with a solemn expression.

In his hand is a white silk cloth filled with intricate programs.

Emperor Han knew that there must be another complex cause and effect on this silk cloth.

He also knew that if Luan Hanchi refused to speak, even if he was pryed with an axe and a knife, it would be difficult to hear a word about this cause and effect from the mouth of this stubborn old man.

Luan Hanchi, who was mopping the floor in a brown robe, finally found Emperor Han who was waiting patiently.

He slowly clenched his fists and shook his head, his tone humble.

"I don't know that Your Majesty has come here, the old minister has missed the distance, and I hope Your Majesty will forgive your sins."

Emperor Han slowly walked in front of the master of the Heavenly Prison and motioned to calm down.

"Aiqing, I know that when you calculate, I don't like others to disturb you the most, so I am waiting here."

Luan Hanchi, who had white hair hanging down his shoulders, his upper body was slightly straightened, but his head was still buried between his arms.

"Whoever knows me, Your Majesty."

Emperor Han smiled and took Luan Hanchi's hand, his tone kind.

"I'm here today to borrow the astronomical gazette."

Luan Hanchi's heart was as clear as a mirror: "The Eighth Prince will be eighteen in the near future, but Your Majesty wants to count the fortune of the Eighth Prince?" ”。

Emperor Han laughed calmly: "The star master is really clever, and he just wants the star master to calculate Xuanzhi's fortune." ”

After seeing Luan Hanchi's promise, Emperor Han added another sentence.

"I am a child, because I am a concubine, so I was bullied a lot, and now I am an adult, but I am also smart and smart, I intend to cultivate him to make up for the regrets of childhood."

Luan Hanchi clenched his fists and paused.

"The minister will live up to His Majesty's beloved son's heart."

"How many hours does it take?"

Luan Hanchi thought in his heart.

"About four hours, Your Majesty can go back to the palace to rest first, and when the results come out, the old minister will order someone to send them."

Emperor Han looked up at the totems and runes on the Heavenly Observation Sphere, and had no intention of leaving.

"It's also bright on this high platform, and I'm waiting here."

As soon as the words fell, the waiters had already set up soft seats, coffee tables, and even tea sets and stoves.

Emperor Han moved to sit on the soft seat, and Gonggong Li brought the freshly soaked Pu'er to his mouth.

"Li Quan, give Xuanzhi's eight characters to Luan Xingshi."

Gonggong Li moved to Luan Hanchi's side, and respectfully took out the brocade with eight characters written on it from his sleeve pocket.

Luan Hanchi took the Jinpa with trepidation, carefully glanced at the name written on it, "Yi Xuanzhi", and handed it to the little supervisor who operated the Heavenly Observation Instrument.

The little eunuch set the initial parameters of the celestial observatory according to the eight characters on the Jinpa, and then slowly pulled a set of levers.

The huge celestial observator then made a dull sound of gear snapping.

The big chakra, which represents the ten heavenly stems, and the small chakra, which represents the twelve earthly branches, gradually coincide and separate, and then coincide and separate, and the cycle repeats.

Emperor Han, who held a tea cup in his hand, had no intention of tasting tea.

He looked at the huge instrument that calculated his son's fortune and was silent.

Every time the gears seemed to stop, he couldn't help but want to get up and ask.

But after the gears turned again, the idea of eager inquiry was quickly dispelled.

The silk cloth with rubbing and calculation results is constantly spit out by the instrument.

As the silk cloth coiled into a ball, the anxiety in Emperor Han's heart was about to move.

Finally, the sound of the gears snapping of the skywatcher calmed down.

Twenty-two large and small gears also return to their normal positions.

When the dust settled, Emperor Han was light-hearted.

And when people see the results on the silk cloth, their hearts are by no means light.

Looking at the results on the silk cloth, Luan Hanchi felt a chill down his spine.

He tore off the last three feet of the silk cloth, held it in his hand, and slowly walked towards Emperor Han.

Noticing the beads of sweat on Luan Hanchi's forehead, Emperor Han, who was waiting for the result, put down the teacup.

"What was the result?"

Ignoring the pain in his knees, seventy-five-year-old Luan Hanchi fell to his knees.

"Your Majesty, don't let the Eighth Prince meet with someone with the word 'chaos' in his name!"

Emperor Han sat up suddenly, his tone grim.

"Why is that?!"

Luan Hanchi pressed his forehead tightly against the ground.

"The mountains and rivers will be chaotic, and the universe is like an abyss......"

Emperor Han was horrified in his heart and couldn't help asking.

"Compared to the rebellion of the two kings...... How? ”

Luan Hanchi had tears in his eyes and his tone was choked.

"It's too much, it's too late to ......"

A "bang" sounded, and everyone followed the reputation, but it was Gonggong Li who broke the tea cup.

……

It is two miles away from the Peeping Heavenly Prison.

Duanning Palace.

Concubine Duan is playing chess with a young prince.

Concubine Duan's demeanor is thousands, graceful and solemn.

The prince is thin, skinny, and handsome like a woman.

After a few falls, the prince pressed forward step by step, killing the queen with a slight frown.

"General."

After the prince fell with a shot, he had formed a general momentum against the queen's marshal.

Concubine Duan's face turned from anger to joy, and finally covered her mouth and smiled: "Xuanzhi, I'm afraid your current chess strength is already above your father's emperor." ”

Yi Xuanzhi, the eighth prince, said while restoring the chessboard: "The queen mother is too famous, and my father is also known as the chess emperor, and I am far behind." ”

When he picked up his "general", suddenly he couldn't hold back, Yi Xuanzhi sneezed three times in a row, and actually dropped the chess pieces in his hand to the ground.

Looking at the rolling "general" on the ground, Yi Xuanzhi secretly wondered: "Could it be that someone is scolding me?" ”

……

It is two thousand miles away from Duanning Palace.

Yongzhou built Sicheng.

Tiancheng Academy.

Fan Sixian, the great Confucian of the world, held his whip high, and a young man in white knelt in front of him.

Old Master Fan's tone was stern: "Ye Huantao, did your parents send you to me, did they make you make a mess and make a miasma?" ”

The young man in white apologized with tears streaming down his face: "Master Fan, I don't dare anymore!" ”

Fan Sixian reprimanded repeatedly: "Do you still burn books?" ”

"It's not burning!"

"Do you still pluck parrot feathers?"

"Don't pull it out!"

"Are you still beating?"

"No more fighting!"

"Are you still messing around?"

"Don't mess around!"

Seeing Ye Huantao's sincere attitude and tearful eyes, Fan Sixian's anger disappeared mostly: "Girls should look like girls!" Don't mess around all day! ”

It turned out that Ye Huantao, who was dressed in white, was actually a girl.

"The Master Taught ......"

Watching Fan Sixian gradually walk away, Ye Huantao slowly stood up.

She patted the dust on her body, wiped away the tears on her face, and the corners of her mouth rose: "Old master, it's really boring to talk too much about the rules, it's interesting to mess around!" ”