Once again, the crowd pleaded with the Emperor to stand back, and the Emperor again swept his sleeve. This rumor is even more fierce than last time. It has spread all over Kyoto in less than a day. I can't even suppress it. After all, I don't blame people.
Qin Tiantian also reported the divination results to the Emperor, only two words - heinous. As soon as it came out, it was like adding a ladle of water to the oil pan, and the whole chapel and the rear palace boiled.
Though strictly regulated, the Palace was not immune to some influence, and a small group of people began to be confused and disturbed.
“Ma'am, let's copy some scripture so that we can both get fit and get rid of the disaster, so as not to be hit by the bad luck in the palace.” Sister Feng came in with a bunch of Buddha scriptures.
“Cold and frozen, hands stiff, what Buddhist scriptures?” Monsanto Elm carefully untied the claws of Po to see how the wound healed. Po was also stiff, he was torn by gauze and didn't even hum. Instead, he frightened Monsanto Elm into kissing and hugging him. He couldn't help but blow his breath into the wound. The Lord spoiled two of you and kissed me, and I licked you and didn't enjoy it.
“It's winter thunder and ancient pine dying again, everyone says it's because of the bad luck in the palace, who's got bad luck! No, the Emperor has dragon air protection and is seriously injured! Everyone is copying, Mother, if you don't copy, the slave will help you copy, at least take one and press it under your pillow.” Sister Feng took out the top copy of "Miao Fa Lian Hua" and delivered it to the master.
Meng Sangyu was helpless to take over and flipped over. "You don't have to be so scared. The so-called thunder is just a spark caused by cold-cloud and hot cloud colliding with each other, similar to the two swords colliding. Winter lightning is infrequent because winter clouds are generally cold and merge with each other. But if the weather is occasionally warm and then suddenly cools for a few days, lightning strikes can also occur. Wasn't it a few days before yesterday? Last night's thunder was caused by hot clouds not scattering cold clouds and had nothing to do with bad luck and ghosts. ”
Zhou Wudi looked up at her with surprise and was fascinated by this novel statement. Is that how thunder works? Think about it. It's really very, very sensible! How many wonders does she have in her head?
“Mother knows more!” Bishui added some silver and silk charcoal to the cage, "Mother knew, how could she be so scared? ”
Mengsang Elm choked, hugged Po in his arms, and said, "Fear is fear. What can I do? Po was scared too. He was shaking last night, or I held him so he dared to sleep! ”
When did I get scared? When did I shake? Can't you bully me? Zhou Wudi filled his head with black lines, staring at the woman's slightly pounding pink lips, and suddenly laughed. At this time, Mulberry Elm only had the appearance of a seventeen-year-old girl. Cute with a little cunning, he could not stop watching the joy.
Seeing Po lying on the master's knees suddenly hummed, as if to accompany the master, Yin Cui, Bishui, Sister Feng all laughed. The Lord's spouse has become more and more acquiescent.
With a smile, Bishui asked curiously, "What about the death of the ancient pines of the Taihe Palace? I hear that the ancient pine is extremely spiritual and can predict the rise and fall of the world. ”
“The matter of Gusong is much simpler, what spirituality, prediction, warning, amplitude drop... someone is just pretending to be a ghost.” Monsanto Elm waved her hand uncomfortably, causing everyone, including Po, to look at her with a burning eye.
“Since the tree has lived for thousands of years, its life expectancy is not short. Death is a normal phenomenon, but being exploited by people with a heart is evidence of anger at the royal family of the previous dynasty. Later, Taizu called the Emperor, in order to make the ancient family's superiors appear to conform to God's will and to appear solemn and sacred, the ancient tree was used again. The so-called resurrection was merely a secret method that continued the life of an ancient tree. It had not been easy to last another hundred years, and sooner or later it would die. Of course, if it dies at this time, there must be ghosts in it. We'll be fine. It's untold.” Monsanto Elm pressed his index finger against his lips and made a noisy move.
Ancient Song's death and resurrection is a mystery of the ancient family. Taizu had long anticipated that it would not survive. After climbing to the roots of the tree, he buried a '10,000 ancient' stone tablet. Only one day, when the tree died, did he dig up the name of Ancient Emperor. If he hadn't inherited the throne, Zhou Wu Emperor wouldn't have known the secret.
He took a deep look at Monsanto Elm and would no longer be surprised by her wisdom. As for Li Guifeng and Li Xiang, the gentleness in his eyes instantly withdrew and was replaced by a bitter chill. Even the symbols of the royal family dare to move, the Li family's heart is getting bigger!
Sister Feng and others nodded, showing a sudden enlightenment on her face. A moment later, Sister Feng seemed to think of something and lowered her voice and asked, “Ma'am, is it true that the Emperor hurt the fundamentals? ”
“Nine out of ten!” Monsanto Elm whispered, "Didn't the Emperor summon many shrinks into the palace when he came back? Those shrinks are missing. They must have been there to hide their ugliness. The Emperor hasn't set foot in the rear palace for two months. He hasn't even touched his beloved princess. He can see that his heart is powerless.” By the way, she frowned and chuckled. Her expression was extremely happy and happy.
Without children, Shen Huilu will never come to the rear in his life. I'm afraid Mrs. Shen's revenge will be difficult to achieve. And I have just made my position clear to Princess Li. As a princess with no children, Princess Li will not do anything about herself. Shen Huilu can't cope with Li Guifeng, let alone take care of himself. This is the true dependence of the old Monsanto Elm God on his life.
Zhou Wudi heard that her face was dark and her chest was short, but all the depression swept away against her bright, crystalline phoenix and slightly curly mouth. Just laugh if you like! When I return to my soul, I will surely let you know if I have the strength! Looks like I need to hurry up to find Junwei. It's useless to seek medical advice. We need to find a good monk to enlist his soul!
In the main palace of Qingqing Palace, the fake emperor sat behind the royal table, holding a fold in his hand, hurriedly looked at the two pieces and threw them away, picked up the other one, threw it away again, obliquely flew into the deep frown wrinkled, seemed to have endless troubles.