Chapter three hundred and seventy-five Zhao's beautiful jade, sage weather
Ziwei Pavilion is famous in Lidi for its divination method.
Chen Er, the master of Ziwei Pavilion, is a very famous old immortal on Li Di Mountain. He is good at fortune telling and is said to be able to spy on the secrets of heaven.
At the moment, according to Su Qingdai, the pavilion master Chen Er used the forbidden technique in the pavilion to help her choose the noble man, the right emperor. Li Di is a superstitious worshiper of ghosts and gods, so it is not unusual for Li Nu to use the method of supporting the si to choose her husband.
It has existed since ancient times.
The most famous similar incident in Lidi in the past hundred years is that it is said that during the uprising of the late Emperor Dali, he was asked in a dream by the ancestors of Lidi, telling him that there were high mountains in the north and beautiful women on the mountains. Although she was a divorced daughter of a peasant family, she had Fengyi.
, can assist Da Li Sheji.
The late Emperor of Da Li walked northward and searched all the high mountains. He finally found it on the thirteenth high mountain and appointed him as his queen. Thirteen months and thirteen days later, the late Emperor left the land...
This daughter of a peasant family is the Empress Dowager Dugu who currently sits at the highest point of the Dali Court. The Li family has always claimed to be protected by the ancient ancestors who migrated to the Moon Palace.
Therefore, when Fairy Su said that Fuji had given birth to the right son, she did not shock the guests too much. It only made the men feel disappointed and envious of Zhao Rong.
What really surprised everyone was that Su Qingdai said that her destined prince had the purple aura on his head and looked like a saint.
Gu Yiwu and other students couldn't help but look at the young Confucian scholar beside them who they had spent many days with each other, and at the same time glanced at his head.
Nowadays, in the world of Xuanhuang cultivation, saints are both rare and common.
It is rare because a saint has not appeared for a long time. This is something recognized by hundreds of schools of thought. A true saint must be someone who has created a new path and has the merit of "creating the world".
It is unusual because of the proliferation of nominal saint titles. Great monks from hundreds of schools of thought are often called saints. For example, the mountain chiefs of the two academies in the north and south of Wangquezhou are all called Confucian saints by the people on the mountain.
As for the saint in Su Qingdai's mouth with purple aura on his head, it seems to belong to the former. After all, purple aura, white deer, colorful clouds, etc. are all standard equipment for the birth of saints in history. Without a decent auspiciousness, he would not go out.
I have the nerve to say that I am a saint...
At the moment, Su Qingdai ignored the movement around her. Her beautiful eyes only looked at the man in front of her. This was the case from just now until now.
This beautiful girl from Ziwei Pavilion looked at each other for a while with Zhao Rong.
Finally, under his calm gaze that didn't know what he was thinking, Su Qingdai, who had a cold temperament, lowered her head slightly, lowered her eyes, raised her jade hands and pushed a few strands of black hair behind her ears. This look made her originally cold temperament
, became softer.
Just like a pure black cat that has always been aloof and aloof, it suddenly lowered its head and licked the palm of its owner's hand, becoming docile.
Su Qingdai turned her head and went to pour wine for Zhao Rong gently without disturbing his thoughts.
All the words that need to be said have been said.
Zhao Rong touched his chin, remained silent, and looked at this graceful beauty with calm eyes.
Behind him, Zhao Qian'er couldn't help but frown with her slender and curved eyebrows. Looking at Brother Rong'er, her peach blossom eyes widened at a certain moment.
The little girl remembered Mr. Tao's class at Xiaoyao Mansion not long ago, and the night she, Miss Rong'er, and Brother Rong enjoyed the moon on the roof of Qinglian Residence.
I remember that Brother Rong'er talked a lot about saints and thieves at that time, and he had some strange opinions.
Although Zhao Qian'er didn't understand everything, she still felt that Brother Rong'er at that time was very aggressive. She and the young lady both raised their heads and stared at him.
And I remember that Brother Rong'er also gave the lady a purple energy before. Although it was a Taoist auspicious energy, it still gave people a sense of fate.
Therefore, although he was somewhat scornful of Ziwei Pavilion Master's divination method, his prophecy about Brother Rong'er still made Zhao Qianer unable to help but think in the direction of fatalism.
As for what Su Qingdai said about Zhao Rong being her rightful son, the little girl glanced at her with disdain... Aren't you talking nonsense? If Brother Rong'er has the destiny of a saint, he is the son of destiny of the Xuanhuang human race. In this novel,
He is a protagonist-like figure, and being his wife can help him rise to the top, so he is the true destiny of all the women in the world. Anyone can be a good man, and being a friend or relative of Brother Rong'er can also be tainted by his luck and rise to great heights, eh
, except being his parents, which is a high-risk occupation...
After the little girl muttered a few words, she tilted her head and looked at the back of Brother Rong'er's head.
Brother Rong'er has a purple aura on his head and looks like a saint? Well, then I am the second wife of a Confucian saint? Will Qian'er not be able to wear men's clothes in the future, and can't she change into flashy skirts according to the color of her purple clothes every day? Then...it's like a saint's.
The second wife likes to touch his abdominal muscles, right? It shouldn't be a big problem if she eats three big bowls of rice at one meal, but she probably has to eat in small bites, and can't immerse herself in the rice like before...
A look of worry flashed between her frowning eyebrows, and she reached out with her little hand to touch the back of Zhao Rong's head... Where is the purple energy? Isn't it a waste to keep reaching the sky? Well, this is the head of a saint...
The little girl even patted her gently with her little hands.
"…………"
Zhao Rong, who was killed by being patted on the head, has black lines all over his head. What are you doing here, you stinky girl?
He, who was originally calm, couldn't help but turn around and glare at Zhao Qian'er... You like touching, right? Next time I let you touch a baby, don't cry or run away.
Zhao Rong suddenly looked back and asked a key question: "Miss Su, let's not talk about whether your pavilion's forbidden technique is accurate. You asked the master of your pavilion to use the forbidden technique to perform divination. I guess you were not specifically looking for it at the beginning.
The so-called Mr. Right?"
Su Qingdai paused while pouring the wine, looked up at Zhao Rong, and said with a very serious look at first: "The accuracy of this forbidden technique is very high, and it has never failed once in the history of our Ziwei Pavilion... I believe it."
The young master is the right one."
Zhao Rong smiled and was speechless, waiting for her to answer the real question.
After Su Qingdai paused for a moment, she looked around and whispered: "How about I go to the young master's room at night and talk to you carefully?"
Zhao Rong saw her concerns and was about to speak, but Luo Xiu, who had been quietly picking up vegetables on his right leg, also spoke, "Young master, don't forget to comb your sleeves... Tonight I will go to the master's room to ask for some poetry.
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She and Su Qingdai looked at each other, then her face turned slightly red, and she added in a low voice: "Young Master, there is no need to worry, we can... we can be together, Xiu'er doesn't care about this."
Su Qingdai, who was wearing an exquisite black dress and had an icy temperament, heard this. Two faint rosy colors appeared on her fair face. She didn't say anything, as if she had acquiesced in something.
The two fairies, the stunning girl in the white dress and the stunning woman in the black dress, both lowered their eyes in shame and looked away.
Luo Xiu's oval face is round and small, it can be said to be the size of a palm, which arouses people's desire to control and play with with one palm, which is exquisite and pleasant.
Su Qingdai's oval-shaped face has a flawless side profile, like a work of art carved from white jade, and the corners of her slightly raised eyes still have a hazy drunken look.
The two fairies and beauties, with very different temperaments, were both sitting in Zhao Rong's arms at this time, and both were obedient and obedient. They did not fight for favor and hostility. They both agreed to something wonderful that men dream of.
The guests at the venue have refreshed their knowledge tonight. They don’t know what to say to Zhao Rong who enjoys the blessings of all the people and the peach blossoms. Those emotions of envy, jealousy and hatred are already tiring, and they are jealous.
No longer excited, I just watched silently.
This time they are sleeping together... Is this reasonable? I can get up early tomorrow to comb the eyebrows of these two stunning fairies?
Many men turned around and left Zuixian Tower silently, feeling that staying any longer would be tantamount to self-abuse.
However, what happened tonight is destined to pass through their mouths and spread all over the mountains in Nanxing County and other counties in the west of Dali. The beautiful girl of the sky from Ziwei Pavilion, the famous iceberg fairy, has already been married.
I found an eccentric young Confucian scholar as my rightful son, fell in love with him, and entrusted him to go out...
Seeing Zhao Rong frowning and saying nothing.
Su Qingdai whispered: "Master, it's getting late. Let's go and talk after we get out."
Luo Xiu nodded and whispered: "Master, if you don't want to move, Zuixian Tower can arrange a superior guest room for us to stay together. Let's leave now. The night is long..."
"Pour the wine." Zhao Rong stretched out his finger, pointed at the wine glass Su Qingdai put down, and ordered calmly.
The latter didn't say anything. He lifted the jug with his obedient jade hand and poured out the fairy wine.
Zhao Rong glanced at the moonlight outside the window and nodded, "It's getting late, but I've been busy listening to your riddles just now, and I haven't even eaten half of the expensive food and wine specially ordered for this large table. It's such a waste, after all...
"
In the middle of his words, he suddenly smiled and said to Gu Yiwu and others: "After all, we have agreed on who will comb the fairy's hair and who will treat her."
"Tzuyu, you are diligent and frugal, and you have a beautiful woman in your arms... Okay, let's eat together and then leave. Oh, why don't we order more dishes and make you poor?" Gu Yiwu said sadly,
He shook his head, sat down again with his companions, and picked up his chopsticks.
Zhao Rong smiled. In fact, he really wanted to say that it was so easy to hold a beauty. Just now that the two fairies were sitting in his arms, his thighs were numb and it was difficult to move. Well, although the touch
It's really good, I can talk about it carefully...
Of course Zhao Rong did not say these words, otherwise he would have no doubt that Brother Yiwu would not be able to eat.
He turned his head and smiled at the stunned and beautiful girl:
"Why are you standing there in a daze? Aren't you relying on me? Hurry up and pick up the food."
"Oh, okay, sir."
Luo Xiu carried the bowl again and started working.
As a result, the two beauties in Zhao Rong's arms and the little Qian'er behind became busy.
Luo Xiu brought him a bowl and vegetables, Su Qingdai poured him fairy wine, and Zhao Qianer ladleed soup and poured tea for him.
The handsome Zhao Rong looked around at everyone and found that he seemed to be the most free. He reached out and took the wine glass from Su Qingdai without letting her feed it herself.
He gently pinched the wine glass with two fingers, and while doing nothing, he suddenly made an action that surprised many people.
The young Confucian scholar who was sitting on the edge of the first floor of Zuixian Building raised his head towards a certain box on the third floor, raised his glass with a smile, and drank it down in one gulp.
Then.
The air in the entire Zuixian Tower seemed to be frozen...