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Chapter 376 Zhao's Beautiful Jade, Sage Meteorology

Ziwei Pavilion is famous in Lidi for its method of divination by Fushi.

And Chen Er, the owner of the Ziwei Pavilion, is a very famous old fairy on and off the Lidi Mountain. He is good at fortune-telling and divination, and is said to be able to spy on the secrets of heaven.

Right now, according to what Su Qingdai said, the pavilion master Chen Er used the forbidden technique in the pavilion to help her out of a hit nobleman, the real son of heaven.Lidi is superstitious about offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods. It is not uncommon for Li Nu to choose a husband by means of holding a shackle. It has existed since ancient times.

The most famous similar incident in the past hundred years from Lidi is that the ancestors of Lidi entrusted him with a dream in the middle of the Dali rebellion, telling him that there are high mountains in the north, and there are beautiful women on the mountains. Although she is a peasant girl, she has Fengyi. , can assist Dali Sheji.

The first emperor of Dali walked northward, searched all the high mountains, and finally found No.13 high mountain, and made him his queen. Thirteen months and thirteen days later, the first emperor left the ground...

This farmer's daughter is the Empress Dowager of the Dugu family who is currently sitting at the highest place in the Dali court hall.The Li family has always claimed to have been sheltered by the ancient ancestors who migrated to the Moon Palace.

Therefore, this Fairy Su did not shock the guests too much when she said that Fuji was born as the true man, it just made the men feel disappointed and envious of Zhao Rong.

What really surprised everyone was that Su Qingdai said that her true son, with a purple aura above his head, had the air of a saint.

Gu Yiwu and other students couldn't help but look at the young Confucian scholar who had been with him for a long time, and at the same time glanced up and down his head.

Nowadays, in the Xuanhuang Cultivation Realm, saints are both rare and common.

It is rare because the sage has not been born for a long time. This is a matter recognized by all schools of thought in Xuanhuang. A real sage must be the existence of creating a new avenue, and has the merit of "creating the world".

Ordinarily, it is because of the proliferation of titles of saints in name. The great monks of all schools are often called saints. For example, the mountain chiefs of the two academies in the north and south of Wangque Island are called Confucian saints by the people on the mountain.

This is like the girls and sisters in the educational films that Zhao Rong watched in his previous life, who sweated and sowed seeds anytime and anywhere, and were affectionately called teachers...

As for the sage with the purple aura in Su Qingdai’s mouth right now, it should belong to the former. After all, purple aura, white deer, and colorful clouds are all standard for the birth of saints in history. If there is no decent auspiciousness, it will be embarrassing to go out call yourself a saint...

Right now, Su Qingdai didn't pay attention to the movement around her, she only looked at the man in front of her with her beautiful eyes, it was like this from just now to now.

This charming girl of Ziwei Pavilion and Zhao Rong looked at each other for a while.

Finally, under the calm eyes of his not knowing what he was thinking, Su Qingdai, who had a high and cold temperament, lowered her head slightly, lowered her eyes, and raised her jade hands to pull a few strands of black hair behind her ears. , softened up.

It was like a pure black cat who had always been aloof and lofty, suddenly lowered its head and licked the palm of its owner, becoming docile.

Su Qingdai turned her head and poured wine for Zhao Rong gently, without disturbing his thinking.

All that needs to be said has been said.

Zhao Rong stroked his chin, remained silent, and looked at this graceful beauty with calm eyes.

Zhao Qian'er behind him couldn't help frowning her slender and curvy eyebrows, looking at Brother Rong'er, her peach blossom eyes widened for a moment.

The little girl thought of Mr. Tao's class in Xiaoyao Mansion not long ago, and the moon watching on the roof of Qinglianju with Miss and Brother Rong that night.

I remember that at that time, Brother Rong said a lot about saints and thieves, and had some peculiar opinions.

Although Zhao Qian'er couldn't understand everything, she still felt that Brother Rong'er at that time was very aggressive. Both she and the young lady raised their heads and stared at him in a daze.

And I remember that Brother Ronger also gave the lady a purple aura before. Although it is the auspicious aura of Taoism, it still gives people a sense of fate.

Therefore, even though he was a bit contemptuous of the Ziwei Pavilion master's divination method, his prophecy about Brother Rong still made Zhao Qian'er unable to help thinking in the direction of fatalism.

As for what Su Qingdai said that Zhao Rong was her true son, the little girl just glanced at her with disdain...Aren't you talking nonsense?If Brother Rong has the destiny of a saint, he is the lucky son of the Xuanhuang human race. He is like the protagonist in a novel, and his wife can follow him to the top. Therefore, he is the real son of all women in the world. Anyone can do it, being a friend or relative of Brother Rong'er can also gain luck and make him rise to the top. Well, except for being his parents, this 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's head is full of purple air, looks like a saint?Well, then I am the second wife of a Confucian sage?Will Qian'er not be able to wear men's clothes in the future, even if she changes into fancy skirts every day according to the color of the purple clothes?Then... the saint's second lady likes to touch his abdominal muscles, isn't it too much?It shouldn't be a big problem to eat three bowls of rice for one meal, but I guess I have to eat it in small bites, and I can't bury my head in cooking like before...

A look of worry flashed between her raised brows, and she reached out to touch the back of Zhao Rong's head with her small hand... Where is the purple energy, is it too wasteful to keep soaring to the sky, um, this is the head of a saint... The little girl patted her hands lightly.

"........."

Zhao Rong, who was killed by touching his head, has black lines all over his head, what are you doing, you stinking girl?

With a calm face, he couldn't help but turn his head and stare at Zhao Qian'er... he likes touching, right?Next time I let you touch a baby, don't cry and don't run away.

In addition, this young master has the air of a saint, which you can see... Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head and asked a key question: "Miss Su, let's not talk about the accuracy of this forbidden technique in Guige. The pavilion master used the forbidden technique to help divination, presumably it was not specifically to find the so-called true son at the beginning, right?"

Su Qingdai stopped pouring the wine, looked up at Zhao Rong, and said with a very serious expression: "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 true destiny."

Zhao Rong smiled and said nothing, waiting for her to answer the real question.

After Su Qingdai's words paused, she looked around and said in a low voice: "I will go to the son's room at night, so I can talk to you carefully?"

Seeing her concern, Zhao Rong was about to speak, but the Luo sleeve on his right leg, which had been quietly holding vegetables, also spoke, "Young master, don't forget to promise to comb your sleeve... tonight I will go to the son's room to ask for some poetry." .”

She and Su Qingdai looked at each other, then she blushed slightly, and added in a soft voice: "Young master, you don't need to be entangled, you can...you can be together, Xiuer doesn't care about this."

Su Qingdai, who was dressed in an exquisite black dress and had an iceberg temperament, heard two faint rosy colors appear on her fair face. She didn't speak, as if she also acquiesced in something.

The stunning girl in the white dress and the stunning woman in the black dress, the two fairies lowered their eyes in shame and turned their faces away.

The oval face with ruffled sleeves is round and small, it can be said to be the size of a palm, which arouses a desire to break the ring that can be mastered and played with with one palm, which is exquisite and pleasant.

The profile of Su Qingdai's melon-seeded face is flawless, like a work of art carved from white jade, and the corners of the slightly raised eyes still have a hazy drunken look.

The two fairies and beauties, with very different temperaments, are both sitting in Zhao Rong's arms at this time, and they are both obedient and obedient, without competing for favor and hostility, and they both acquiesce in some kind of wonderful thing that men dream of.

The guests on the field have refreshed their knowledge tonight. They don’t know what to say to Zhao Rong, who enjoys the blessings of everyone and the blossoming peach blossoms. Those emotions of envy, jealousy and hatred are already exhausting. Don't work hard, just watch silently.

This time it turned out to be sleeping together... Is this reasonable?Get up early tomorrow and brush the thrushes of the two stunning fairies?
Many men turned around and left Zuixian Tower silently, feeling that staying any longer would be tantamount to self-torture.

But what happened tonight is destined to pass through their mouths and spread throughout the mountains of Nanxing County and other counties in the west of Dali. He found a strange young Confucian scholar as the real son, and after a knot of love, he entrusted him...

See Zhao Rong frowned and remained silent.

Su Qingdai said softly: "My lord, it's getting late, let's go, let's go out and talk about it."

Luo Xiu nodded, and whispered: "Master, if you don't want to move, Zuixianlou can arrange a first-class guest room for... for us to stay together. Let's go now, the night is long..."

"Pour wine." Zhao Rong stretched out a finger, pointed at the wine glass that Su Qingdai put down, and calmly ordered.

The latter didn't say anything, the obedient jade hand lifted the jug, and the fairy wine poured over.

Zhao Rong glanced at the moonlight outside the window and nodded, "It's getting late, but I have been busy listening to your riddles just now, and I haven't eaten half of the expensive food and drinks specially ordered on this big table, it's too wasteful, after all... "

In the middle of his speech, he smiled suddenly, and said to Gu Yiwu and the others: "After all, it has been agreed who will groom the fairy and who will treat the guests."

"Ziyu, you are diligent and thrifty, and you embrace beautiful women... OK, let's eat together, and then leave after eating. Oh, why don't you order more food, and you will be poor." Gu Yiwu said a few sour words, Shaking his head, he sat down again with his companions and picked up the chopsticks.

Zhao Rong smiled. Actually, he really wanted to say that the beauty is so easy to hug. Just now that the two fairies are sitting in his arms, his thighs are numb, and it is not convenient to move. Well, although the touch is It's really good, you can talk about it...

Of course Zhao Rong didn't 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 stunning girl:

"Why are you standing there, don't you rely on me, hurry up and get some food."

"Oh, yes, my son."

Luo Xiu carried the bowl again and got busy.

Ever since, the two beauties in Zhao Rong's arms, as well as the little Qian'er behind, became busy.

Luo Xiu brought him a bowl of vegetables, Su Qingdai poured immortal wine for him, and Zhao Qian'er poured soup and tea for him.

Zhao Rong, who was very lucky, looked around at everyone, and found that he seemed to be the most free. He reached out and took the wine glass brought by Su Qingdai, without letting her feed it himself.

He lightly squeezed the wine glass with two fingers, and while he was doing nothing, he suddenly made a movement that surprised many people.

The young Confucian scholar sitting on the edge of the first floor of the Zuixian Tower raised his head, towards a certain box on the third floor, raised his glass with a smile to signal from the air, he tilted his head back and drank it down in one gulp.

then.

The air in the entire Zuixian Tower seemed to freeze...

　...Here come brothers, I fell asleep earlier, I was late, sorry... PS: Thanks to the good brother "I am He" for the reward of 1500 coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)