Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1280 The Emperor's Suspicion

"Before I came to Beijing this time, I had already figured out my own fate. My life is connected with this child. His life will be doomed, and I am here to prevent this doom. Only my blood can ensure his safety." Overcome this calamity..." As he spoke, he covered the child's face with his thick palm, and the sleeping child moved, and a light-colored mark faintly appeared on the smooth forehead, but it disappeared in an instant.

what is this?I was taken aback, thinking it was my eyesight.

"A child who has a predestined relationship with Buddha..." He smiled slightly and said in a low voice.

I wanted to ask more things, but he nodded slightly to me, turned and left.

The endless traffic on the road raised the dust from time to time, but when it reached Master Zangtou, it fell down inexplicably. He was like an eminent monk who had passed away from the world, but he could walk in the world without getting a speck of dust.

Back on the carriage, I kept thinking about what he said. He abided by the rules of the temple and refused to tell the fortune for the child, but he didn’t tell me why he couldn’t. People, could this be the reason?But I haven't received anything similar to the secret seal, and it shouldn't be the reason...

I have a headache thinking about it, and I can't understand it all the time.

After the child was sent back to Mulan Mansion, I returned to the theater.When passing through the aisle, I accidentally bumped into the person coming out of the head, but fortunately, I was supported by the waiter behind me, and I stabilized my figure in time.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a young Tibetan head teacher.Seeing that it was me who bumped into him, he was startled for a moment, and then he respectfully stroked his chest and saluted. Out of politeness, I politely nodded in return, and let him pass first.

Just at this time, the emperor turned his head to look this way, and then kept watching, apparently quite suspicious of the respect shown by the Tibetan head masters to me.

When the head-canvasist passed by, I turned my eyes to look at the emperor. He looked at each other for a moment, then retracted his eyes thoughtfully and returned to the stage, while I adjusted a relaxed expression and returned to Wu Yashi and the others.

His eyes were on the stage, but his mind was troubled by messy thoughts, and the emperor's pair of suspicious and guarded black eyes kept shaking in front of his eyes.For some reason recently, it seems that there are many unknown things surrounding me.

(End of this chapter)