Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Chai Liang's indescribable expression, anyway, the son is not there, so it would not hurt to let Song Baoling see it.

Song Baoling felt tense when he heard his description, "Is Yaya sick?"

"Not really, Ye Lanchen said it's a normal phenomenon." Chai Liang said helplessly.

Song Baoling felt relieved.

Not long after, Jun Tianlin came late, and sat leisurely on the top of the highest platform, looking down at the people below.

The national teacher's purple eyes moved slightly, and he glanced towards Song Baoling, the corners of his lips under the mask curled up.

"Since everyone is here, I don't want to talk too much nonsense." Jun Tianlin said slowly.

"Let the national teacher come today to predict the fate of our dynasty. Recently, some very unsettling things have happened, causing people to panic, and the emperor is also sick in bed."

"So today this king is here instead of the emperor."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a chatter from below, and Jun Tianlin raised his voice displeased, "Do you have any comments?"

"No." Everyone quickly replied, no one dared to doubt Jun Tianlin openly, besides, the national teacher had established a lot of majesty in the past two years.

Jun Tianlin nodded in satisfaction, and motioned to the national teacher, "Since there is no objection, you can start."

I saw the national teacher holding a porcelain bottle, sprinkled it around the sacrificial altar and returned to its original position.

He raised his scepter to the sky, closed his eyes and muttered something silently.

"Pfft." Gutana couldn't help laughing out loud, "Why is it the same as the dance master?"

Several people around heard her and looked at her unkindly, as if she had said something wrong.

Chai Liang tugged at her sleeve immediately, Gutana shut her mouth restrainedly, forgetting that there were other people here.

"Boom!"

In just a few moments, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder and lightning flashed. People shrank their necks timidly, for fear that the lightning would not strike them.

The sky was clear just now, and the warm feeling of the sun disappeared. Many people who were wearing thin clothes felt the coldness, so they gathered their outer shirts.

"What's going on here?" Someone complained in a low voice, extremely reluctant.

Some girls even left directly because they couldn't bear it, they just came to join in the fun.

But suffering from those official ladies, they kept shrinking, their dignified appearance collapsed, and they couldn't leave without authorization.

There was a trace of coldness on the face of the national teacher, and the lightning began to concentrate on the round stone in the middle of the sacrificial altar, emitting a faint light.

The national teacher raised his eyes to look at Jun Tianlin, and nodded imperceptibly, Jun Tianlin raised his hand to signal to the guard next to him.

The guards immediately went down with their swords and surrounded everyone.

"What are you doing?" Someone felt something was wrong and wanted to leave but was pushed back.

The guards were unmoved, Jun Tianlin stood up and said slowly, "Don't panic, everyone, I won't hurt you."

"You just need to drip blood on it." The national teacher said, with deep purple eyes, "It's just a small mouth, and you will be let go after dripping."

"Why didn't you say it sooner?" some complained.

No matter how reluctant they were, they could only obediently go to the sacrificial altar. The palace servants stood by and pricked their fingers with silver needles, and bright red drops of blood burst out instantly.

"Why are they all women?" Gutana looked around, and Song Baoling was at the end of the line.

The person in front left after dripping, Shi Shi didn't respond at all, and soon it was Song Baoling's turn.

Just when the palace man stabbed Song Baoling's finger with a silver needle, he was stopped by the national teacher.

"Wait, my national teacher will come in person." The national teacher took the silver needle and stood opposite Song Baoling.

"I don't know if Miss Song Ben will receive the gift I gave you?" The national teacher smiled a little, pinching her fingers with his slender and fair hands.

With just one touch, blood drops gushed out, bright red and eye-catching.

Song Baoling sneered, and said sarcastically, "The national teacher is really capable, call this a gift?"

"I thought you would thank me." The national teacher said hypocritically.

He pinched her fingers and pulled them to the boulder, his voice softened a little, "Actually, I've always been curious."

"Curiosity?" Song Baoling asked.

The national teacher chuckled, stopped talking, and pressed her finger to the boulder.

The moment the blood and the spell came into contact, the spells on the stone pillars around the sacrificial altar instantly lit up, and blue things flickered between them.

Severe pain came from the fingertips, Song Baoling withdrew his hand but was firmly held down by the national teacher.

Seeing the vision from the sky, people around went out one after another. Gutana cursed softly, "It's over."

Wanting to stop but was stopped by the guards, Gutana said angrily: "You dare to stop me, my princess?"

"I'm sorry, we're just following the regent's wishes and we can't break the rules." The guard said indifferently.

"Miss Song was born with a spiritual body, so it's rare to see such a heartache." The national teacher said meaningfully.

After a quarter of an hour, the pain disappeared and the vision dissipated. Song Baoling withdrew his hand and asked in a cold voice, "What exactly do you want?"

The national teacher remained silent, and soon someone surrounded Song Baoling, "Miss Song, come with us."

The national teacher rushed ahead of her and said, "You can also choose not to go, then I will reveal your secret to the public, and then you will be an evil spirit, what do you think they will do?"

"It will set you on fire."

Song Baoling stopped struggling, and retorted, "I'm not."

The national teacher chuckled, "Do you think they will believe it? But the scales on your neck are very quick to cover up."

"Let's go, Miss Song."

In the next second, Chai Liangjian was on the neck of the national teacher, "Let her go."

A killing intent flashed across the eyes of the national teacher, and he clamped the blade with his index finger and middle finger, and exerted a little force to keep the blade away from him.

"Chai Liang, no need." Song Baoling shook his head slightly.

Chai Liang gritted his teeth, and finally put down the sword. Song Baoling added as he left, "Don't tell Jun Tingsheng about this beforehand."

He was preparing for war at the border, and she didn't want to affect Jun Tingsheng.

Lianjiao was taken away by Song Lianxin, and the national teacher brought her directly to the main hall. Song Baoling frowned, "Where is this?"

This is not the palace of the national teacher.

Jun Tianlin opened the door and came in and said, "This is the king's bedroom. Long time no see, Miss Song?"

"You might as well speak up if you have something to say." Song Baoling said impatiently.

Jun Tianlin froze for a moment, touched Song Baoling's neck, and said with a smile, "If the national teacher hadn't said it, I really wouldn't be able to tell."

"Don't worry, this king won't do anything to you, you just need to live here and get ready to get married."

"Get married?"

"Marry this king, this king will give you the most honorable status besides me, and you won't lose."

Jun Tianlin smiled and said, the national teacher did a calculation before, and calculated that Song Baoling was destined to be the phoenix, and today's test shows that it is indeed the case.

"Does the Regent know what he's talking about?" Song Baoling gritted his teeth and avoided his hand.

Seeing that she was so disgusted, the regent no longer touched her, "Don't worry, this king will make good preparations and give you a grand wedding."

He laughed, and the national teacher couldn't help but remind him, "Ji Shi, don't forget to promise me."

"Okay, I will never forget the kindness of the national teacher."