The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Jin Fengling was overjoyed and immediately said with a smile: "That's what the Imperial Master said."

The white-bearded old man closed his eyes, shook his head and said:

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry at all. At this moment, following your heart is the best choice."

"The Purple Star is so bright that I have never seen it in these years. Now that it appears like this, it is a good omen, indicating that the country's destiny will gradually become stronger, and it will be stronger than before."

"Speaking of which, these are all heavenly manifestations. If the old Taoist can see them in his lifetime, it is also a blessing accumulated in his previous life, haha."

After saying this, Jin Fengluan smiled widely and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay!" The overjoyed Jin Fengluan clapped his hands and looked at the crape myrtle star without blinking, his eyes full of joy.

The white-bearded old man coughed lightly, and Jin Fengling came back to his senses, looked at him and said:

"National Master, I won't disturb you anymore. You have a good rest."

"I will ask the imperial doctor to come and see you later. After I put down the rebellion, I will build you a magnificent Imperial Palace in the future. Please move in!"

The white-bearded old man nodded, with a faint smile on his face.

Jin Fengluan said no more and left happily with all the eunuchs and maids.

After she left, the white-bearded old man leaned back and lay on the bed again. Miao Mu hurriedly stepped forward and said worriedly: "Master, what's the matter? Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

"I've never felt comfortable, alas!" The old Taoist put his hand on his face and looked at Miaomu's worried face and said, "Miaomu, it seems that the end of my career as a master is approaching."

"Ah? How is that possible? Master, I'll go find a doctor for you!" Miaomu panicked and wanted to walk out, but the old man held him back.

"Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature, so there is no need to force it."

"Over the past few days, I have also taught you some fortune-telling and fortune-telling skills. You are smart and have learned well." A faint smile appeared on the old Taoist's face.

Miaomu's face turned red, and he waved his hand and said, "This disciple is very stupid, but the master taught him well."

As soon as these words came out, the old Taoist smiled even brighter and continued: "You have the ability to tell fortunes and ask questions, but it is not enough."

"There is another more important skill, and that is what you will rely on for your livelihood in the future."

Miaomu looked confused: "What ability?"

The old man pursed his lips and motioned for Miaomu to close the door and close the window.

Miao Mu scratched his head, closed the door and window as instructed, and then walked to the bed. Lao Dao waved, Miao Mu put his ear to his mouth, whereupon Lao Tao said a few words slowly.

After listening to a few words, Miaomu looked at the old man in surprise.

"Master, then what you taught your disciple before were all..."

Before he finished speaking, the old Taoist laughed and scolded: "You little bastard, you said such stupid things, how can you still teach nonsense as a teacher?"

"I always make accurate calculations as a teacher, and I never miss anything!" He looked proud, looking like an old naughty boy at the moment.

Miao Mu scratched his head and sighed: "Master, if your calculations are accurate enough, then when you say that your end is coming, it must be... sigh."

The old Taoist said calmly: "Don't worry about it, everyone has to go through this."

"But, I can't teach you the skills I just told you. You have to learn it by yourself. That won't work in the palace."

"You are too young to learn well here. You are just afraid of something bad happening to you."

Miao Mu's expression tightened: "What should I do, Master?"

The old Taoist smiled leisurely and said, "Just go out."

Miao Mu became more and more frightened: "This... I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach the sky. Your Majesty, she..."

The old man raised his hand to interrupt, called Miaomu to him, touched his head and said with a smile:

"I will teach you a trick."

"My master is about to pass away. When the time comes, your body will be delivered to me..." The old Taoist said a place name, and Miao Mu's face turned white as he listened, and his eyes turned red.

"Send the old Taoist to his grave for peace of mind and to protect the feng shui. Who can stop this? His Majesty will not say anything more."

"And after that... if you find a chance, you don't have to come back."

"The sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to jump. You are at ease, hey!" the old Taoist said with a smile.

Miaomu put his arms around Lao Dao, but buried his head and sobbed. Lao Dao patted his back gently and said softly:

"Miaomu, Miaomu."

"People have luck, and the country has national luck. If the luck is strong, adversity will be auspicious, and everything will go as planned. If the country is strong, good ministers will emerge in large numbers, and the world will be peaceful, the country and the people will be safe."

"It's a good time for you..."

At this point, the old man's voice suddenly stopped, and the hand he was patting gently rested on Miao Mu's back and stopped moving.

Miaomu was shocked, and he already had an ominous premonition in his heart. He hurriedly raised his head, only to see that the old man had his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed, as if he was dead.

"Master! Why did you just leave when you said you were leaving!"

Miaomu, who still looked childlike, felt sad and lay on Lao Dao's chest and cried loudly.

Amidst the crying, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded, and the old man's hand patted Miao Mu's back again.

"Hahaha, my master is not dead yet!"

Miao Mu was shocked again and raised his head again, only to see the old man looking at him with a narrow smile.

"Master! You...Oh! You scared my disciple to death!"

Miaomu wiped his tears, and the feeling of regaining something made him couldn't help but laugh.

Amid laughter, the old Taoist slowly closed his eyes, but still whispered:

"Miaomu, Miaomu..."

But it was just a word, and he remained silent again, with a peaceful smile on his face, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Master? Master?"

Miaomu's face was stagnant, and he stretched out his hand in panic, but he could no longer feel the breath coming from him.

"Master, you're here again!" Miaomu said calmly.

Five breaths, ten breaths, a hundred breaths, or even longer.

Miao Mu just sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the old man blankly, and then gradually burst into tears.

Finally, he hugged Lao Dao and burst into tears.

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"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Hearing the faint crying coming from outside, Prince Qing, who was sitting in the sedan chair, felt a thump in his heart and felt inexplicably uneasy.

At that time, the sedan chair had just arrived at the gate of the palace, and the sound of crying came from inside the palace.

The flustered Prince Qing opened the curtain, rushed into the mansion, and shouted to the young man at the door:

"What happened? What are the people inside crying?"

But the boys didn't dare to answer, they all hesitated, their faces full of panic.

Prince Qing glared at them fiercely, and without thinking too much, he ran inside with long strides, only to see several maids walking towards them wiping away tears.

"Why are you crying?!" Prince Qing shouted.

A maid raised her head, pointed her panicked finger towards a wing inside, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, he...he..."

Prince Qing's pupils shrank, and an uneasy thought suddenly came to his mind, and he hurried to the side room.

Before he reached the door, he saw that there were already people standing outside, including housekeepers, maids, servants, and guards with swords. When he saw King Qing running over, he hurriedly got out of the way.

As soon as King Qing saw their faces, he knew that something serious must have happened.

Although he was only a few steps away from the wing, at this moment, looking at the wide open door, he did not dare to walk in.

The night wind was blowing, and although the bright moon had disappeared, the night sky was filled with stars. The starlight illuminated everything indiscriminately, making the outside of the wing room bright and clear, but the inside of the room was filled with dark traces of darkness.

Prince Qing, feeling uneasy, finally managed to move his trembling legs and walked towards the door with difficulty.

Then.

A heart-rending cry sounded:

"My son!"