Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 452 Referral Referral?

Mo Junli stopped in response, turned around and hugged his chest, and raised his jaw slightly in a leisurely manner: "Huh?"

Emperor Yunjing looked at his foolish look, and the relief that finally rose in his heart turned into full of disgust in an instant.

With a slight headache, he raised his hand and pressed his temple, and when he spoke, his voice was filled with indescribable sadness: "Ayan, there is something I don't quite understand."

"Then what about spiritual palaces, saintesses, astrologers and qi horoscope... Where did you hear about these things?"

"And why did she give up on Hanze, Ye's, and join you instead?"

It's not that he doubts the truth of what his son said, nor is he questioning Ayan's ability to judge people. The key is that he really can't understand this thing.

Everyone knows that Emperor Hanze has a spiritual palace, and also knows that the spiritual palaces of all ages are the "incarnations" of the so-called Goddess Shuanghua, who are responsible for praying for the country, protecting the people, and calculating good and bad fortune, but few people have heard of them. What "astrologers".

If that Ye Zhifeng is really a profound astrologer, then why did she choose Qian Ping and A Yan?
Thinking about her ability, she should be fully capable of taking over Hanze's mess and rectifying Hanze's former court.

Even if Hanze's strength is really low as she said, even if Hanze is really going to be completely destroyed within ten years, as the eldest princess of the Ye family, shouldn't she swear to live and die with the country?

How could he give up his home country and Ye family so easily?

Mo Jingyao couldn't help but frowned, he couldn't figure it out.

If this matter changed him, if a warlock really stood in front of him one day and told him that there were less than ten years left in their peaceful national fortune—no, let alone ten years, even if there was only one year left, one month, day—

Even if there is only one day left, he will steadfastly guard the capital and the country that the Mo family has conquered in the past 300 years.

The big deal is that the king died in Sheji.

The emperor raised his head and slowly exhaled foul air, but the young man leaning against the window curled his lips slightly upon hearing this.

"To tell you the truth, old man," Mo Junli lowered his eyelashes slowly, half of his face was reflected by the frost into cool and beautiful jade, and the remaining half was hidden in the shadows, "I asked these questions before Princess."

Emperor Yun Jing regained his energy in an instant: "Then what did she say?"

"She said that as the eldest princess of Hanze, she naturally doesn't want to see the foundation of her ancestors destroyed." The young man recalled Ye Zhifeng's appearance in the daytime, and repeated softly, "But she is not only the eldest princess of Hanze, but also Saintess of the Spirit Palace."

"As a saint, what she wants to see is that the common people live and work in peace and contentment, fed and clothed, and no longer in danger of their lives."

"The destruction of Hanze is a foregone conclusion. All she can do is settle down the people of Hanze... That's the reason she gave me."

"Old man, warlocks are probably different from us ordinary people." Mo Jun pouted his chin and paused slightly.

He suddenly thought of his little girl.

He thought of the night when Chao Ling's dead soul was sent away three years ago, when the little national teacher Chaoba was obsessed with wandering souls all over the street.

Her voice was gentle, her expression was solemn, she recited the "Death Mantra" softly, and there was an indescribable shallow compassion in her eyes that he couldn't understand.

Her complexion became paler as the mantra was recited, but her pupils became clearer and brighter.

At that time, he thought, probably a warlock like A Ci who cared about the world was quite different from their ordinary people.

There is also this year's Zhongyuan, the Shuanghua path that she drew vividly under the moonlight, leading the resentful ghosts to reincarnation.

Sometimes he can't tell clearly whether the warlocks are saving themselves or people.

Maybe both.

"Perhaps, for such pure-minded magicians, the stability of the world is more important than personal honor and disgrace." The young man said, slightly lowering his voice, "Especially Ye Zhifeng is still an astrologer."

"Old man, do you remember my friend?"

"Just the one I mentioned to you before, the one who calculated early that Qianping would be hit by a natural disaster this year."

"Remember, why?" Mo Jingyao frowned slightly. In fact, the first moment the news about the Jianghuai flood reached Beijing, he could not help but think of "that friend" mentioned by A Yan. .

"My friend told me that astrologers have watched the stars since they were young, and stayed with them." Mo Junli rolled his eyes. "Among all the sorcerers, they are the most likely to believe in the destiny."

"That's why it's not surprising that the eldest princess will resolutely choose to abandon the Ye family and settle down the people of Hanze after thinking that Hanze's national fortune is coming to an end."

"Probably in her eyes, choosing this way is the best result."

"Besides, the eldest princess said that we have a good atmosphere in Ganping, and praised you for being a wise and virtuous gentleman." The young man smiled playfully, and praised his father in a smooth manner.

"In addition, they have other troubles in the country besides the decline of the national fortune. They need to turn to my friend for help. After comprehensive consideration, they decided to cooperate with me and entrust the people of their Hanze to us Qianping."

"As for how I knew she was an astrologer, obviously, my friend told me." Mo Junli spread his hands leisurely, playing the trick of making friends out of thin air very smoothly.

"Oh? So, that friend of yours is actually more profound than the eldest princess?" Emperor Yunjing couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard this.

He doesn't know how to count the Taoism of warlocks, but Ye Zhifeng has lived in the Spirit Palace since he was a child, and practiced with the previous saint. No matter how he thinks, that Taoism should not be shallow.

A saintess from the Spirit Palace can protect the entire Hanze. If there is a magician who is more skilled than her... wouldn't that be the posture of a national teacher?
Thinking of this, Mo Jingyao straightened his body abruptly, and a burst of light suddenly burst out from his dazed pupils. He fixed his eyes on his son, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement: "Then Is the morality of a person really deeper than that of the eldest princess?"

"That's natural." The young man nodded, and then raised his eyebrows and eyes proudly - his family's little national teacher's Taoism is naturally extremely profound, and that girl is carrying the power of saving the world!
"Ayan, you said that, I really want to meet your friend." Emperor Yunjing suddenly clapped his hands, and the interest on his face became more intense, "How about it, brat, help me introduce you to me?"

"Well... I can't say for sure." Mo Junli winked, deliberately prolonging his voice to whet the emperor's appetite.

Ordinarily, it was time for the little girl to step forward and formally show her face in front of the world, but he dared not make his own claims. This matter was both emotional and reasonable, and he should carefully ask A Ci's meaning.

"Well, old man, I'll ask you later. If she wants to see you, we'll make an appointment and a place alone." The young man tilted his head, "If she doesn't want to, old man, I don't have the courage to force her to come. .”

"It doesn't matter. It would be the best if I had that chance. If I don't, it's just that I don't have a chance." Mo Jingyao followed the good advice.

Now that the father and son had nothing to say, Mo Junli bid farewell to his father again when he saw this, then turned around and walked along the roof, all the way out of the imperial city.

——and found Yan Chuan who had been waiting for an unknown amount of time on the outskirts of the imperial city.

　tidy up tidy up

　　You can move forward slowly!

　　Although it's still too early for her to officially shake the world
　　But it's coming soon

　　Bai Jing really figured it out, and Ye Zhifeng is going back soon

　　Then we can happily pull down Mo Shuyun, dismantle most of the Marquis's residence, suppress Liao Zhen's arrogance, and match up dogs and men!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)