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Chapter 18

As the sun was setting, all the witches on the Guixu Terrace had left, and the bronze tripod, the drum and the long table had also been moved away. Everything returned to its original state, except for the shadow of the Measuring Ruler that slowly shifted with the passage of time.

It's three o'clock.

Outside the Hall of Xingyue, the sunlight was just right, and it shone through the sparse branches, casting light and shadows all over the ground.

Inside the hall.

Song Qinghuan was wearing a light summer shirt, half leaning on the soft couch by the window, looking out of the window in a daze.In his hand, he held a hexagonal round fan made of porcelain blue and plain silk, and he fanned it one after another.She had just returned from Qianzhan Pavilion at this time, and she was in a hurry all the way, and her body was very hot.

The windows are wide open, but the wind blowing in has already brought the dryness of summer.Occasionally, I hear the chirping of insects and cicadas.

"Your Highness, do you want to pass on the meal?" Liu Yue came in from outside the hall, walked to the soft couch and said softly.

Song Qinghuan looked up at her, and said lazily, "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon."

Song Qinghuan paused slightly for the round fan that was shaking happily.

At noon...the sacrificial ceremony should also be over.

She turned her head and looked into the distance, just in time to see the towering corner of Guixu Terrace in the southeast corner, her eyes narrowed slightly.After a while, she sat up, caressing the somewhat messy sleeves slowly, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

A good show is about to be staged, and next, it's her turn to play.

Liu Yue took the fan from Song Qinghuan's hand and asked curiously, "Your Highness seems to be in a good mood?"

Song Qinghuan hooked her lips, glanced at her, and smiled lightly.

At this time, Shen Xing also came in from outside the hall, and upon hearing Liu Yue's question, he said with a smile, "Your Highness, is it because of today's sacrificial ceremony?"

Song Qinghuan looked at her, "You are clever."

Shen Xing smiled "hee hee", "Aunt Chongjin's place should have been settled, so His Highness can relax." She knelt down and straightened Song Qinghuan's wrinkled skirt, while Said, "You are really a good planner, you can think of using the sacrificial ceremony to make a fuss."

Liu Yue looked puzzled, looked at Shen Xing, then at Song Qinghuan, and said in a crisp and urgent voice, "Your Highness, what are you talking about?" When Song Qinghuan and Chongjin met two days ago, Shen Xing followed .That day, she asked Chongjin for help, and it was precisely this matter.Liuyue wasn't there, so naturally he didn't know what the two of them were discussing.

Song Qing smiled happily and asked Shen Xing to explain to Liu Yue concisely.

After Liuyue heard it, her face was full of surprise, and she lowered her voice, "But... how can Aunt Chongjin control the appearance of the omens on the tortoise shell?"

Song Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth.Aunt Chongjin is very good at divination. After many years of experience, she naturally knows how to engrave and burn to get the lines she wants.It is completely easy to manipulate the hexagrams.Only the ignorant ancients would believe in these witchcraft and divination techniques.

After listening to Song Qinghuan's explanation, Liuyue was surprised and surprised, covered her mouth in surprise and said, "So, the results of those divinations in the past, could it be...?"

Song Qinghuan snorted lightly, and there was a cold sarcasm between his brows.

"In this world, there has never been any will of God." Even if there is, she also believes that man can overcome heaven!

In the past two days, she gradually recovered from the gaffe of meeting Shen Chuhan again.

In the past three years, she has thought about this question countless times, why did she travel to this other world?And why would he be reborn after dying once?Why...is it me? !
Because of this, she began to believe in rituals, gods and Buddhas, but yesterday, Shen Chuhan's ambiguous attitude made her suddenly wake up.If there is a destiny, perhaps, she and Shen Chuhan are really destined to be entangled!

She loved him so much, and hated him so much.

But at this moment, she just wanted to stay away from him.

Because she was afraid, she was afraid that she would fall in love with him again uncontrollably, but...she didn't want to experience those grievances and pains again.

If she had to repeat the mistakes of her previous life in this life, what was the meaning of rebirth? !Since fate cannot be avoided, let's simply fight.

Perhaps, you can find a different way.

Song Qinghuan's temperament has always been cold.In the last life, she chose to live a peaceful life, and the edges and claws have been worn away.In this life, since Shen Chuhan cannot avoid Shen Chuhan's doom by all means, the only option is to take the initiative to attack!
She has made up her mind, and the coldness in her eyes is getting worse.

Liu Yue and Shen Xing clearly sensed the change in her expression, looked at each other for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Your Highness?"

Song Qinghuan came back to her senses, lowered her eyes to hide her sharpness, and smiled, "Let's pass on the food."

Although Shen Xing and Liu Yue were a little uneasy, seeing that Song Qinghuan didn't want to say more, they agreed and went down to prepare lunch.

At this time, in the corner of the palace, things were moving in the direction Song Qinghuan planned.

"Ah Zhen, can you see the omen pattern on the tortoise shell just now?" A woman's figure loomed in the bushes, her low voice drifting with the wind.

The other person nodded, "See clearly, I also heard what that person said clearly."

"What did you say?" Another person approached with curiosity.

The two were whispering in the bushes, but they didn't know that there was another pair of eyes staring at them coldly not far away.The owner of those eyes, dressed in a deep twilight-colored dress, with the five-pointed star pattern embroidered on the left shoulder shimmering in the sun, was none other than the general of the Habayashi Army, Yang Fu.

He was leading a group of Habayashi soldiers to patrol here just now, but he saw two people in front of him who seemed to be moving secretly. He wanted to go forward to investigate, but he suddenly saw the clothes they were wearing.

The black clothes and red clothes are exactly the dress of a witch.

He knew that today the emperor and Taibu Ling held a sacrificial ceremony on the Guixu Terrace, and he also heard that today Taibu Ling will start divination. Counting the time, this meeting should be over, and these two witches may be on their way It's on the way back to the residence.By coincidence, he asked the Habayashi Army to go to patrol elsewhere first, and he sneaked over. He didn't expect to hear the conversation between the two.

Fragmentary words floated over with the wind, and he couldn't help but tremble when he heard the words "Guixu Terrace".

"The one said that the omen pattern on the tortoise shell...is a bird."

"Bird? What does that mean?"

"Do you know that Master Taibu Ling opened the divination today for the purpose of marrying Liangguo?"

"nature……"

The voices of the two became lower and lower, and Yang Fu became more irritable when he heard the critical moment, and took another two steps forward with a cat on his body.Fortunately, the two witches were speaking in a daze, so they didn't notice anything unusual.

"Think about the names of the three imperial concubines..."

The breeze blew over the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, so quiet that Yang Fu seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.The feeling of being so nervous that he was about to suffocate made him hold his breath involuntarily, recalling what the witch said just now in his mind.

The names of the three imperial concubines...

The Empress of Pingyang was named Qingyi, the Empress of Wuyang was named Qing Huan, and the Empress of Anyang... was named Qingyu.

The blue bird is flying, and its feathers are fluffed up.

Yang Fu's face suddenly changed.

　Does anyone miss Xiao Han Han~?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)