Adore Trick of Beauty

The blind old fortune-teller muttered, "Why are you so venomous? If you don't believe in destiny, it won't be the same even if you smash my fortune-telling stall!"

Xiao Fengqing's sharp eye knife flew past, but the blind old fortune teller didn't notice it. He fumbled and picked up the fortune teller on the table, and only touched a handful. His hand shook uncontrollably, and the fortune teller fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. . He stared at the bamboo stick broken into two pieces on the ground with his eyeless eyes, his lips trembling.

"Old man, what kind of sign is this?! Please solve it quickly!" Xiao Fengqing couldn't help shouting when she saw that he was lost and pretending to be a ghost again.

"Impossible, impossible!..." The blind old fortune teller groped tremblingly on the ground, and finally found the broken lotus. He rubbed it tremblingly for a long time, then sat down suddenly on the ground: "Surprisingly... unexpectedly... still... Emperor’s signature!”

"What emperor's lot?" Xiao Fengqing's eyes sank, and she grabbed his collar: "Why are there two emperor's lot?"

"I...I don't know either." The old fortune teller's red lips trembled. He held up the broken lotus and stared at Xiao Fengqing with dark eyes: "But your emperor's lotus is broken, which means you..."

"What does it mean?" Xiao Fengqing tightened her hands and almost lifted his whole body.

"It means that the young master has imperial destiny but no imperial destiny!" The blind old man finally said this sentence.

Xiao Fengqing's hand suddenly loosened, and the old fortune teller fell to the ground. The old fortune teller turned pale and turned his head in the direction of Nie Wushuang: "Madam, you two have conflicting fates. You are not the same person. You must not be together! If you work together, you will lose. If you separate, there may be a way to survive. I Having said that, alas, this is all destiny! Oh destiny!"

"There are actually two emperor's fortunes..." After he finished speaking, he staggered away, not even bothering to clean up the fortune-telling stall.

Xiao Fengqing looked at the broken lottery tickets on the ground, slowly picked them up and put them in her sleeves. Seeing his gloomy expression, Nie Wushuang stepped forward and sighed: "Wu Shuang doesn't believe in destiny or destiny. Does your Highness really believe it too?"

Even though the blind old man was crazy, what he said was like a curse, making people involuntarily believe it. But... she looked at Xiao Fengqing through the veil, and suddenly she didn't want to believe what the old fortune teller said.

How could someone as proud as him not have imperial luck?

"No, I don't believe it either." Xiao Fengqing's face was extremely calm, and there was a sneer on his thin lips. He had identified Nie Wushuang, and a strange look appeared in his charming heterochromatic eyes: "Ever since I can remember, he has been I never believe in these things. If fate is like this, I, Xiao Fengqing, will change my fate against fate!"

"Keeping these lots is just a matter of waiting until that day when I take over the world, and then I will destroy them in front of this old man!"

"Wushuang, are you afraid that this sign will come true?" He stared into her eyes closely.

The veil moved slightly, Nie Wushuang lowered his eyes, and finally said two words lightly: "Not afraid."

Her future is already in a desperate situation, so how can she be afraid of this endlessly dark future? If she was destined to die alone, she would rather perish with him. At least having him by his side in hell would be considered as repayment for him saving her life.

Xiao Fengqing's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help laughing, and held her in her arms: "Wushuang, we won't die. I will win this world and this country for you one by one!"

Nie Wushuang was held in his arms, looking at the sky that was gradually dyed red by the sunset, and an overwhelming worry gradually rose in her heart.

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The ship beneath him was floating. Nie Wushuang sat on the deck of the ship and looked at the motionless handsome figure in the misty morning mist. His words were still echoing in his ears, "Waiting for my triumphant return to the capital!" .

"Mother, please go into the cabin and rest. You got up too early. Just catch up on some sleep." Yang Zhi advised.

Nie Wushuang shook her head. Gradually, his figure became smaller and smaller, and finally he was out of sight. Only then did she look back.

"How many days will it take to respond to Jing?" Nie Wushuang asked.

"This is against the current. I'm afraid it will take four or five days to travel. It won't be as easy as it was when we came here." Yang Zhi replied.

Nie Wushuang nodded: "That's fine. I just hope that I haven't found out in Donglin Temple that I have left."

Yang Zhi nodded and said: "Yes, I hope..."

Both of them were silent after speaking. The river flows slowly towards the northwest.

Along the way, Yang Zhi spent a lot of money to hire two strong boatmen to row boats day and night. They did not go to the shore except for eating and drinking. Xiao Fengqing also sent a secret guard to escort along the way. The whole way was still desolate, and the homeless bandit Kou Si Jumping up, Nie Wushuang almost thought that the peace he saw in Lingzhou City was simply what he saw in a dream.

It took the two of them four days on the road to get close to Donglin Temple. Yang Zhi found the servants and maids who had been hiding before and exchanged them with Nie Wushuang. Taking advantage of the misty morning, he quietly followed the way he left and returned to the temple.

When they arrived at the Xixin Pavilion, Nie Wushuang felt like all the bones in his body had been torn apart and reinstalled again. He was so uncomfortable that he could not speak. Xia Lan and Ming Qiu quickly brought hot water to help her wash and change clothes, while Yang Zhi also went down to rest.

Just as Nie Wushuang had finished washing and had breakfast, suddenly a monk knocked on the door of the Di Pavilion: "Abbot Abbot wants to see Almsgiver Nie."

Nie Wushuang was startled. At this moment, Xia Lan and Ming Qiu made a "plop" sound and said ashamedly: "Your Majesty, you are all slaves and incompetent. The abbot and abbot already know that your Majesty has left the temple..."

They talked about how Eunuch Lin came to deliver the edict a few days ago, how he wanted to see Nie Wushuang, how the abbot and abbot arrived, and how he covered up for Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang

After hearing this, he suddenly smiled: "It doesn't matter, since the abbot and abbot already know it, there is no need to hide it from him. Come, open the door of the pavilion and welcome the abbot and Zen master!"

Xia Lan and Ming Qiu quickly opened the door of the pavilion. The morning light began to shine outside, and a stream of fresh mountain air rushed in as the abbot moved.

Nie Wushuang felt relieved, and most of the fatigue from the days of driving and driving was washed away by this breath.

"Abbott, you are so polite!" Nie Wushuang, regardless of his disheveled hair, stepped forward with a smile and bowed down.

The abbot and abbot looked at her face carefully, pronounced the Buddha's name and said: "Donor Nie, would you mind taking a step to speak?"

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