In the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, the Imperial Preceptor was sitting cross-legged in his alchemy room.
There was a look of confusion on his face. He had been the national advisor of Feng Rong Kingdom for more than 20 years. He had become the imperial advisor at a young age, and only a few years after taking office, he had to pay Yan Qing for what he owed.
With one hexagram, the entire Yan family has been offended since then.
In fact, it wasn't because the emperor wanted to marry Lady Yan Xi so much that he kept making explicit hints in private, so he would make a calculation.
Now that Yan Shuangyu, who had calculated the fate of the Crown Princess, has passed away, the settlement with the Yan family cannot be opened at all.
No one knew that he, the Imperial Master, was actually trying to catch up. He didn't know why the master wanted to pass the position of Imperial Master to him. Anyway, he had no interest in being a Imperial Master at all. If not for this, he would be a master.
As his last wish, he had already expressed his love for the mountains and rivers after the death of his master and traveled around the world.
But it's coming soon. After another two or three years, he can promote his apprentice to the position of national master. By then, he will stay away from the court and will no longer have any involvement with the royal family.
The Imperial Master took a deep breath and began to refine the pill. Due to his own reasons, he needed to take one pill every few days to maintain his current status.
Just after refining a batch of elixirs, the eldest disciple Zhao Ying knocked on the door.
"Master, the Emperor has summoned you."
"I know." He responded helplessly.
This eldest disciple was still very keen on becoming a national master. He once expressed his intention to let him inherit the position of national master. Zhao Ying immediately beamed with joy. After that, he studied very hard according to the study tasks he gave, but he was behind closed doors.
Unlike Xie Ke, he often had contacts with some courtiers.
He changed his clothes, thought about it and hid the Qianji Abacus on his body. At this time, the emperor calling him was definitely not just chatting. In order to avoid the trouble of going back and forth, it was better to take it with him.
After walking out of the alchemy room, looking at the small patch of sky above the yard, the yearning for freedom in his heart became more and more intense. Seeing that Fengrong was surrounded by dangers and had frictions with neighboring countries, the future would definitely not be safe and peaceful. He really wanted to
Put it all down immediately and run away to the end of the world!
He was also tired of the emperor's irresponsible temperament. He had a hard time avoiding him, and he no longer wanted to be that cowardly, flattering imperial advisor.
If it weren't for the restriction of his status, he would definitely not live with such dignity.
"Zhao Ying," he still stared at the sky, but called to the waiting eldest disciple, "This time the matter is over, I will write a letter to let you inherit the position of national master."
Zhao Ying was only thirty years old. When he heard this, ecstasy flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it and thought for a while: "Why did the master pass the throne to the apprentice so early? Although the apprentice has expectations for the position of national master, but
But I'm not in a hurry, my disciple still has many shortcomings and still needs the guidance of his master."
The Imperial Preceptor smiled softly. Although Zhao Ying was keen on power, he was quite upright, and he was indeed talented. This was the fundamental reason why he chose him as his successor. Although he did not like being the Imperial Preceptor, he was very fond of Feng Rong.
The country still has feelings and will not leave Feng Rong with an unsuitable national teacher.
"You know, I have never had this ambition. I have persisted until now just for your master's last wish. In addition... you also need time to grow. Now I think you should be competent. After a few years of training, there will be no problem.
Already."
Zhao Ying sighed and said: "Master, where is the emperor..."
"These are not things you should worry about. The successor of the National Preceptor has always been designated by the previous National Preceptor. You just need to remember the rules as a National Preceptor and never get involved in political party disputes."
"Disciple, I obey!" Zhao Ying bowed and said.
The imperial master said: "This time, you should follow me into the palace. It's time for you to show your face in front of the emperor."
Zhao Ying was overjoyed and said: "Yes, master."
The Imperial Master took his apprentice into the palace, where the Emperor was asking about the results of the assassin's interrogation.
"The assassins this time are all dead soldiers, and there are no prisoners. But after investigation and analysis, these people should be from Xichu!"
After hearing this, the emperor gritted his teeth angrily, slapped the armrest of the throne, and said in a hateful voice: "It's really abominable!"
After hearing this, several important officials in the hall became very angry. Now, no matter whether they thought war should start or not, they all had to express their support for war.
Yan Xi took a deep breath, stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I invite you to be a vanguard and fight to the death with Xi Chu!"
The emperor was stunned, hesitated, and said: "Shengwen... you, you'd better not go."
"Your Majesty!" Yan Xi insisted, "We have good cultivation skills, and we will definitely not hold back the garrison on the front line!"
"You're not in the army, or..." The emperor was very reluctant to let Yan Xi leave the capital.
But Yan Xi said: "Wei Chen and Xi Chu not only have national hatred, but also family hatred!"
The emperor had nothing to say. Yan Xi wanted to avenge Yan Shuangyu. How could he stop him?
Sighing deeply, the emperor had no choice but to make sure.
Yan Xi went back to tidy up. When he saw the master and apprentice of the Imperial Master as he passed by, he gave the Imperial Master a meaningful look.
The Imperial Master moved to the side uncomfortably.
Zhao Ying saluted Yan Xi and was very surprised to see his master's attitude. He didn't understand why such a good-looking man looked at his master so gloomily. The master looked quite afraid of him. This master seemed to have a high rank.
Not too high...
Hong Wen saw the Imperial Preceptor waiting outside the palace and hurriedly came over and said, "The Imperial Preceptor is here!" He turned around and scolded the little eunuch beside him: "Why didn't you inform the Imperial Preceptor immediately that the Imperial Preceptor is here!"
The young eunuch quickly knelt down, and the imperial master said: "Eunuch Hongwen, I did not allow him to report, it is none of his business. I am watching the discussion inside, so there is no harm in waiting a moment."
The Imperial Preceptor is also telling his apprentice Zhao Ying that state affairs have nothing to do with the Imperial Preceptor.
"Your Majesty has ordered that when the Imperial Master arrives, just go to the imperial study and wait," Hong Wen said.
"Then I'll go over first. I'd like to thank you, sir." The Imperial Master said humbly.
Seeing the imperial master walking towards the royal study, Hong Wen looked thoughtfully at Zhao Ying behind him, then turned back and entered the main hall to report to the emperor.
"Well, you go down and discuss it and come up with a deal," the emperor said.
All the ministers quickly agreed and retreated on their own.
The emperor pinched his eyebrows and looked at the empty hall, feeling a little tired.
Hong Wen said: "Your Majesty, the imperial master is waiting in the imperial study, and he is bringing a young man with him."
"Young man?" the emperor raised his head and asked.
"yes."
"Let's go and have a look."
The emperor got up and left.
The Imperial Master introduced his apprentice to the emperor, and the Emperor nodded happily: "Oh, okay, okay, there is a successor to the Imperial Master's Office! Your apprentice is also a talented person, not bad, not bad."
The imperial master lowered his head and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This emperor has always looked down on his face. He was so unkind to me at the beginning, and he has been looking for trouble all these years. It's probably because of his face.
Because it doesn't look that good.
Zhao Ying looks very talented, and it seems that he has passed the test of prestige.
"I wonder why the emperor summoned the ministers today?" the imperial master asked with a low eyebrow.
Zhao Ying on the side was shocked and confused. He had never known that the master looked like this in front of the emperor!
How should I put it, with his Qingfeng Jiyue temperament... it is really different. It seems that he deliberately made this appearance to make the emperor think less of him. It seems that the master really has no intention of being powerful.
"Hey!" The emperor sighed and said with a sad face: "Did you hear just now that Shengwen is going to the front line?"
The Imperial Master pursed his lips. It was not easy to answer these words. He did not want to answer anything about Yan Xi.
"Look, this is not a concubine... I don't understand. Didn't you say that she has the destiny of being a mother to the world? How come she is so young... I want you to figure it out again, right?
What changes have occurred in her destiny?"
In the heart of the Imperial Master, the boss is not happy. Isn't this because he suspects himself of Qianji Abacus!
If a person's destiny is really so easy to change, is it still called destiny?
However, after thinking about it for a moment, he could tell that the emperor was just using the Crown Princess's case to confirm that since the Crown Princess's destiny was different, would Yan Qingzheng's "born rebellious" destiny also be different?
…
After all, I was still suspicious of Yan Qingzheng, but I really couldn't figure out why and how she would "rebel", so I wanted to find some peace of mind.
"I obey the order." People had to bow their heads under the eaves. The person appointed by the Imperial Preceptor took out the thousand-machine abacus and calculated Yan Shuangyu's birth date again. After a while, sweat broke out on his forehead and he gasped slightly: "Your Majesty,
Wei Chen has calculated it again, and the fate of the Crown Princess has not changed."
"How is that possible! Isn't it Muyi Tianxia?" The emperor was so anxious that he stood up.
"Your Majesty, the abacus will never go wrong!" The Imperial Master was very persistent about this.
The emperor sat down slumped and leaned on the armrest.
"My mother is the one who honors the world... How can a mere princess be regarded as my mother who honors the world!" The emperor murmured.
The Imperial Preceptor frowned. Although he didn't really want to talk about this topic, when it came to his ability as an Imperial Preceptor and the dignity of the Imperial Preceptor's office, he had to speak.
"For the record, Your Majesty, Wei Chen calculated that Yan Shuangyu was destined to be a Crown Princess, but he never said that she would be able to be a mother to the world!"
"Ah? How do you say this?"
"Your Majesty, she only has the destiny of a Crown Princess. In the future when the Crown Prince takes the throne, she will not be the queen who will be the mother of the world!"
"You knew a long time ago that she would not live long as a princess?"
The Imperial Master thought for a moment and concluded that this was indeed the case, then nodded. Zhao Ying was startled before the Emperor said anything.
"But... then why didn't you tell me earlier?" The emperor was really anxious. Aren't you trying to trick people? If it doesn't work, let's change someone else. Look at the commotion now. Every member of the Yan family is full of resentment.
"Your Majesty, you are just asking whether Master Yan's daughter has the destiny of the Crown Princess. Wei Chen has calculated that her due date of birth is the destiny of the Crown Princess. However, Yan Shuangyu was born prematurely and was born in the year of the Crown Princess.
The concubine’s destiny hour.”
"You didn't make it clear!" The emperor almost roared.
"You didn't even ask!" the Imperial Preceptor said matter-of-factly. The Imperial Preceptor is the Imperial Preceptor. Things that the Emperor didn't ask are naturally not important matters and are not matters that the Imperial Preceptor should take care of.
"You! You! You!" The emperor fell down in anger, flicked his sleeves and returned to the harem.
The Imperial Master shrugged and led Zhao Ying back.