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Chapter 1031 Chapter One Thousand and Twenty Nine · "I am reborn as the eldest prince Lou Yue."

Compared with Li's godfather in this world, Su Ming'an has no deep feelings for Master Li. But their... attitudes towards Su Shaoqing and Su Wensheng, and their attitudes towards the savior... are similar.

...the most sincere care and love.

Seeing Li Mingyue, Su Mingan felt like seeing Sen and Yaowen who were willing to sacrifice.

"It doesn't matter, I need you to save the world. This is a necessary step, right." Li Guoshi said.

Rumor has it that the Imperial Master has no humanity or emotions. He can spy on the fate of others, and can even accurately tell the time of death of others. All secrets are hidden from him. People cringe when they see him.

His eyes were always plain, without any extra emotion.

Su Mingan sighed softly.

...How could he meet the expectations of so many people?

"Sorry." He apologized again.

"It's me who should apologize and impose responsibility on you. I can end it, but you can't." Master Li just responded lightly.

He fell into the bright moonlight of the ground.

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Li Mingyue was born in a remote village with no parents and only a grandmother who took care of him.

His grandma was old and frail and relied on sewing clothes to make a living, so he decided to work hard to gain fame and let her cure her illness.

When he was thirteen years old, he relied on his self-taught rudimentary divination skills to deceive wealthy businessmen into asking him to tell fortunes. He saved money all the way and traveled to Kyoto alone. Then he immersed himself in studying the science of astrology and destiny, showing his astonishing talent. At the age of sixteen, he passed the exam and gained fame. With his ability to determine the stars and predict fate, everyone made way for him, and he rose through the ranks, reaching the rank of prime minister.

During this period, he was persecuted by traitors several times, experienced ups and downs in his career, was demoted and even imprisoned many times, and was later reinstated, leaving more and more torture injuries on his body. However, he didn't seem to hold grudges, he just ignored them and only paid attention to the stars in the sky.

When he was twenty-seven years old, in the high hall, he said that the life span of the current emperor was less than three years. The emperor was furious and he was exiled to the frontier. Grandma also died in despair. That night, he held his grandma's withered hand, and his hair turned gray overnight.

People thought that genius died young, either in exile or on the frontier. His life has been quite rough, and the end of it is considered the end. But he didn't expect that three years later, the Holy Emperor would pass away, and even the minutes and seconds of his death would be exactly what Li Mingyue said back then.

When the prince ascended the throne, he respectfully invited Li Mingyue back and promised him the position of national master. Li Mingyue lived in the Imperial Master's Pavilion for a long time, reading books on astrology, and continued to learn stargazing day and night. There was no more smile on his face.

In the past few decades, the royal family has changed through three generations, but Li Guoshi has always remained youthful, just like when he was young. The people regarded him as half an immortal, and even the emperor did not dare to approach him. As long as he opens his mouth, he can tell the time of death of others without any error.

His eyes watched the changes from generation to generation, saw the vicissitudes of the sea, the changing owners of mountains and rivers, the many twists and turns, the endless struggles and secrets of the royal family, and the growth and death of generations of common people. Later, gradually no one knew where he came from. They only knew that there was an immortal half-immortal in the Imperial Master's Pavilion.

Only he remembers in his heart that when he was young, he studied hard for fame, was persecuted by traitors, was tortured in prison, and was exiled to the frontier... He once had a grandmother named Chen Niang. He sewed white clothes, but she died at the mercy of the Holy One, because of the sin of his dictating fate... After that, he learned to be silent. He should be no different from ordinary people, just because he is good at astrology, he can change his destiny, cut off the life-span thread, and live forever since then.

Generation after generation, generation after generation. From generation to generation, people and affairs are passed down from generation to generation.

A hundred years later, no one remembers the young A Li, and no one remembers the grandmother named Chen Niang.

There is only one Li Guo Shi who lives high in the Astrology Tower of the Guo Prefect Pavilion, with three thousand white hair as white as snow. He can see through a person's secrets with a single glance, and determine a person's death by opening his mouth.

Who dares to approach such a demi-immortal? Who dares to stay in front of such a person for a long time?

No one dares.

Whoever has no secrets in his heart wants to be seen through at a glance. Even every time the emperors of every generation came to see him, they only dared to talk through the curtains and did not dare to look directly into his eyes. For a hundred years, no one dared to chat with him, not even to get close.

During the day, I drink by myself, and at night, I watch the stars alone. Under the peach blossom tree, the white-haired half-immortal looked up. The night sky was dotted with stars, forming a chaotic line of cause and effect. The world is easy to change. Dozens of generations have passed. Which star will be Chen Niang's eyes again?

The candied haws hawker I met when I was thirty, the frontier soldier I met when I was fifty, the market girl I met when I was seventy, the young son of a prince I met when I was ninety, the peasant girl I met when I was a hundred, One hundred and twenty years old, one hundred and fifty years old...

One year spent similar, each year is different.

Time flies by, and no one can stay by his side for long. Thousands of years of snow seemed to have condensed on his body. Even the ancient tree he often stood on was dead. He had seen too many lives and deaths, and the coldness on his body kept people away from thousands of miles away.

No one would go near such thick frost and snow.

but……

"Are you the National Preceptor? I heard that you know everything, can predict fate, and are proficient in all kinds of talismans and seals. Can you save this white fox?"

A little prince ran over panting.

At that time, he stood in the white jade pavilion, standing quietly. Because anyone who sees him will be afraid, so he will only stand in one position, looking at the palace wall that has not changed for a long time, until night falls. Time has become like a blink to him, even a long day is no different than a moment.

But someone broke through the frost and snow and came towards him.

"...Aren't you afraid of me?"

He spoke slowly through the frost and snow, his voice already hoarse after not speaking for a long time.

Even Princess Jing and Princess were full of fear, but the little prince was neither humble nor arrogant and answered him:

"I have never done anything wrong in my life. Of course I am not afraid of you. If you want to see my fate and memories, just do it. You can see the fate of others and even affect the fate of the country. If you use this ability properly, Okay, it’s just something that will last forever, I admire you, how can I be afraid of you?”

In the white jade pavilion, the melted snow fell, and three thousand white snows looked like pear blossoms.

His hair blended with the snow. He suddenly turned around and saw a pair of bright eyes among the frost and snow.

Su Shaoqing.

The little prince's temperament was the best he had ever seen in several generations. It was so perfect, but also such a pity. The moment he saw the little prince for the first time, he could not help but see the rest of his life - short and painful, with nothing worthy of attachment.

Sooner or later, the person in the dream will die, and the kite of the ideal person will fall, leaving only darkness, never-ending pain and bleeding.

For hundreds of years, he has long known that fate cannot be changed. In the early years, he had tried to save people more than once and reverse the tragic fate of these people that he had glimpsed, but in the end it only resulted in a more tragic ending. Destiny cannot be changed, he is just a watcher, not a changer. People who can see through everything also know that they are the most powerless person.

Therefore, he looked at the little prince and said nothing.

He just stretched out his hand and healed the injured white fox.

...Heal your white fox from this trivial wound before your end comes. It's the last thing we can do.

Besides the peach blossom trees, there are still peach blossom trees. Beyond the thick palace walls, there are still palace walls. Besides destiny, it is also destiny. No one can escape, no one can leave.

The little prince stood in a daze among the flying white flakes, with only the fragrance of peach blossoms left on his nose.

The melting snow fell, and the white-haired man was no longer in the white jade pavilion.

As the little prince grew up, he could always meet the Imperial Master under the peach blossom tree. The Imperial Preceptor who was shunned by others, feared and feared by others, and the Imperial Preceptor who was almost never encountered by the palace people always appeared near him again and again.

Others deliberately look for it but cannot find it. But you can meet the little prince just by walking around.

So, he still approached and chatted without fear as he did in the beginning. The Imperial Preceptor would always ask him if he was afraid of harm, but he would always answer that he was not afraid.

Because I know, I am not afraid. Because I have no intention of running away, I am not afraid. Because I am prepared to meet my fate and know what will happen to me in the end, I am not afraid.

The Imperial Master always looked at him with a slightly sad look in his eyes, as if he had been hesitating whether to save him. As long as he was taken out of the imperial city, nothing would happen.

However, in the end, he only heard the imperial master talking to himself.

"This is already your best destiny line..."

Among the thousands of fates that Master Li could see, there was no ending better than this one. Even if he takes the little prince out, when Xiao Jingsan takes control of the government and cleans up wantonly, the little prince will still go back voluntarily. Destiny is like a lock around his neck. Even if it is broken, all bones and muscles will be shattered.

Because he is such a good person.

As the day approached, the little prince came to see him for the last time.

"Yu Heng, I want a promise."

In the white jade pavilion, the white-haired man slowly turned back.

"If the person who replaces me really comes, when he wants to escape, when he doesn't want to take on my responsibilities, you take him to escape, far away. If he has any ideas to break the situation, you also try to agree to him. .”

The little prince's eyes were crystal clear:

"He is not a person of our time. He should not have to fulfill my responsibilities just because he possesses me. He is innocent and I respect his thoughts. Can you...promise me? Yu Heng."

The aroma of peach blossom wine is overflowing.

He stared at the little prince intently, who had grown taller.

"……good."

He didn't know why his voice was so hoarse.

He had obviously seen thousands of people and witnessed the changes in the country for dozens of generations. He didn't know how this teenage boy could have such a big shock in his heart.

They sat across the table and drank their last glass of wine.

The little prince seemed to be drunk. He was talking about the kites outside the palace, the palace maid sister, and the peaceful and prosperous times. His ability to drink was very bad until he fell asleep. Master Li stood up slowly and took him to the high building himself.

It was a dark night today. He held the boy's body and walked up the steps step by step and walked into the dark room. It was as if he had sent the boy to hell with his own hands.

"...You are more ruthless than me." Xiao Jingsan said with a smile, holding the chain, and there were tears in his smile.

"..." Master Li was silent and said nothing.

He walked out of the high-rise building and walked down the steps step by step. The aroma of wine lingering in the air smudged little by little, dyeing his snow-white cheeks red. He raised his neck and looked at the sky. There were no stars or moon in the sky tonight, and he could no longer see Mrs. Chen's eyes.

The evening wind blew his snow-white hair, blowing away the remaining peach blossoms on his head.

He felt a strong pain that came suddenly, as if it was going to tear his heart apart.

If there is another world outside this world. Will there be such a ruthless Li Mingyue, who personally sends the people closest to him to the guillotine in order to wait for a savior?

he does not know.

He didn't know why a young man's fantasy about the dream of a prosperous age could touch him so much. Obviously he knew that was impossible.

He didn't know why he was reluctant to drink the last glass of wine with the boy.

He didn't know why he burst into tears.

"..."

Strange, depressing, long-unseen, puzzling...tears. He felt deeply confused and puzzled. The moment he walked out of the room and faced the evening breeze, he shed tears.

"……Huh."

So, for a hundred years, the white-haired Imperial Master let out a low, confused sigh. It seemed that he didn't expect to cry.

He should refuse the young prince's offer, if the man from another world threatens him with his promise and asks him to help him escape. Then the little prince's sacrifice would have been in vain. But...he is still emotional.

He shouldn't be sentimental.

Li Mingyue shouldn't be sentimental.

People who save the world should not be emotional.

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