Born short-lived

Zhou Zirong frowned slightly, and hurriedly called him into the room, looked around to see if there was no one outside, and then closed the door again.

"Does Your Highness know?"

Yuan Li's face was full of indescribable words, and he said bluntly: "General, let's read the inscriptions first."

Zhou Zirong's eyelids have been twitching since just now, and when he read the inscriptions now, he knew that his bad luck premonition had come true.

According to Hua Xu's practice, after the fifteenth year of the crown prince, before he is crowned, the priest will do a divination for him every year. If the hexagram is unknown, it will cause gossip in the court at least, and the reserve will be abandoned if it is serious.

This is also why the emperor has always strangled the Jiang family to death. After all, as long as they say a word, they can affect the succession of the throne.

Therefore, in order to protect themselves, the Jiang family will not easily disclose the hexagram of the prince if it is unknown.Generally, it will be kept until after the summer festival ceremony, and then presented to the emperor privately.

But this year, Dong Sheng's inscriptions turned out to be a disaster.

Dong Sheng is not far away from being crowned, if something goes wrong at this juncture, it will be extremely disadvantageous for him.

Zhou Zirong read the whole inscription, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "That's all?"

Yuan Li nodded: "Yes, that's all."

Zhou Zirong frowned, thinking that if this was the case, then there was still room for mediation.

The "big ominous" on the inscriptions is very vague. According to common sense, there should be further explanations, because it may be that Dong Sheng has a serious ominous event in his own life, but it may also be a sign of disaster for the country and the people.

If it's the former, then Dong Sheng will be fine as long as he can survive this year with all his beard and feathers, but if it's the latter.

Zhou Zirong still remembered that the previous prince who predicted this hexagram was deposed the next year because of a mistake.

As for whether it was really a mistake, it is not known.But according to the current form, if Dong Sheng is really the hexagram of the latter and is known by others, it may not be as simple as being deposed.

Although neither the former nor the latter is what Zhou Zirong wants to see, but since Jiang Huaibi did not write out the follow-up, it may be because he is afraid that if something happens that will bring disaster to the country and the people, there will be an irreversible situation.

But even so, Zhou Zirong's spine still felt chills.After all, if such a hexagram is in the hands of a person, it is like a blank piece of paper that is still written and fabricated by someone, and it may be said what it will look like.

The hole in the bottomless Golden Luan Temple can be a source of wind, let alone such a good "evidence"?

He even couldn't help thinking about what Li Chongwen told him about Jiang Huaibi and Yang Bancheng before—can this woman really not hold grudges?

If she bears a grudge, will this move make her feel better?

And even if Jiang Huai Bi didn't hold grudges, then the Jiang clan would not be sure that there would be other hidden troubles. Once the news fell into Jiang Kun's ears, the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhou Zirong's face became more and more gloomy, his thin lips were pursed into a resolute straight line, and his eyes became darker and deeper.Using his spiritual power with his fingertips, he wiped out a beam of fire, which burned the note into black ashes.

The matter of the prince being thrown into the black water prison before resurfaced in his mind again, and the feeling of fear to the point of being cold and numb made him startled.

Zhou Zirong rarely thought fiercely in his heart, he doesn't care what the world is like, if someone dares to touch his little prince, Zhou Zirong will definitely kill him.

Yuan Li hadn't seen him use his spiritual power for a long time. Seeing that his expression was wrong, he called out tentatively: "General..."

Zhou Zirong ignored him, the fire in his palm suddenly rose, making his eyes red.

Although Zhou Zirong, King of Beizhao, is the famous head coach of the East China Sea, he is gentle by nature and almost never uses spiritual power outside the battlefield. He is courteous and courteous to everyone he meets on weekdays, so that people gradually forget that he was five years old. The unrivaled genius who can break through flames is also the young god of war who set fire to the ship of the eighteen pirates seven years ago.

Zhou Zirong twitched the corner of his mouth abruptly, and said in a deep voice, "It's nothing."

Yuan Li swallowed his saliva and dared not say anything else.

Zhou Zirong's hostility washed out of the sea of ​​fire was more insolent than anyone else, but his temper was too warm and he didn't want to break the existing tranquility.

Zhou Zirong ordered gloomyly: "Go and tell Dong Sheng about this."

Yuan Li nodded in response: "Understood." Then he quickly backed out.

Zhou Zirong stood in the empty room, his eyes fixed on the little ashes left in his hand, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, which made his brain that was already so angry that it was about to explode even more uncomfortable.

Dong Sheng is the crown prince, no matter how much Zhou Zirong wants him to be safe and sound, he can't let go of the world...or in other words, the world won't let him go.

And how could Zhou Zirong let go of his little prince?

He thought wishfully, since Dong Sheng must get this country, then he will protect him all the way, and he will never allow anyone to hurt his little prince under his nose.

Although he had also fantasized unrealistically, if Dong Sheng was not some current prince, but an idle dandy in the East China Sea, who would spend his whole life idling leisurely, that would be great.

Zhou Zirong smiled wryly to himself.

It's a pity, the sky fails to fulfill one's wishes, and neither can he, so what can I do?

Dong Sheng had just returned from guarding the altar, and when he received the news, he didn't have much reaction. After thinking about it, he just asked, "Did you get the East Sea shark pearl?"

Yuan Li was startled, he didn't expect Dong Sheng to be in the mood to talk about this, and said dryly: "It seems to be here."

Dong Sheng was also in a bad mood, and frowned: "Don't act like, have you arrived yet?"

Yuan Li said: "It should be temporarily stored in the palace."

"Okay," Dong Sheng poured a cup of tea and moistened his throat that was dry from anxiety, "wrap it in white brocade, and bring it to me quickly."

"Yes," Yuan Li replied, seeing that Dong Sheng didn't say anything more, he asked a little uncomfortably, "Your Highness...do you have any other orders?"

For such a big matter, you want me to send a bead?

Dong Sheng raised his eyebrows: "It's gone."

Yuan Li: "..."

"By the way," Dong Sheng suddenly thought of something, his eyes sank a little, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Zirong...how is it?"

Yuan Li knew what Dong Sheng was asking, but he was thinking that Zhou Zirong would not want Dong Sheng to know how worried he was, so he said again and again: "The general is fine, please rest assured, Your Highness."

But what kind of personality Zhou Zirong has inside, others don't understand, Dong Sheng will not understand.Dong Sheng looked at him silently for a while, and didn't expose him directly. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Tell him for me, don't worry too much."

Yuan Li was stunned for a moment, turned his eyes away in embarrassment, cupped his hands and said, "This subordinate understands."

Dong Sheng watched Yuan Li's leaving back, and sighed silently.

He leaned back on the table weakly, and it was ridiculous to find that his hands were still trembling slightly - how could he, as the person involved, not care about such a thing, and how could he not be afraid?

Dong Sheng let out a long breath, closed his eyes and murmured: "Zi Rong..."

After the summer ceremony, Jiang Huaibi was allowed to go back to the Jiang Clan's compound, and ordered his servants to stay outside, ordering that anyone who did not agree with her should be sent back.

In the beginning, there were still some people who were reluctant to post up, but after three or five times, there were fewer and fewer people.

Almost on the third day after the grand ceremony, Jiang Kun came.

Jiang Huaibi was not too surprised when he heard the servant's report, he was only silent for a while, and let him in anyway.

"Sister?" Jiang Huailan was making tea for her, and when she let her go, she gave her a puzzled look.

Jiang Huaibi didn't say anything, took the teapot from her hand, and said to her: "Go back to your room first."

"Is this okay?" Jiang Huailan frowned.

Jiang Huaibi raised her eyes and glanced at her, expressionlessly said: "If you can't hide, you can't hide, you go back."

Jiang Huailan didn't say anything anymore, got up and went back to the backyard of the compound.

At this time, the servant led Jiang Kun to her and said, "The old minister pays homage to the high priest."

Jiang Huaibi stepped forward to help him up, then smiled and said, "Master Chief Assistant, why should you be so polite?"

Jiang Kun said with a smile: "It's really hard for the high priest to pray for the country. There is not much oil and water in the old minister's house. I will send some ginseng to the priest to replenish his body. I hope the high priest will not be disgusted."

"Master Shoufu was joking," Jiang Huaibi smiled, and said coldly, "I appreciate Mr. Shoufu's kindness, but it's just that the Jiang family really don't like to be rewarded by Mr. Shoufu."

Jiang Kun's face froze. He really didn't expect Jiang Huaibi to speak so aggressively. After a pause, he put on a smile all over his face and continued as if nothing had happened: "The high priest is really annoying the old minister. You and I are in court together. This is nothing more than some small care among colleagues, so why should the high priest care about it?"

Jiang Huaibi didn't invite Jiang Kun to take a seat, but said: "Master Shoufu came to the humble house today, what is the so-called matter?"

Although Jiang Kun knew before that Jiang Huaibi was extremely bad, but he didn't expect that after all these years, she would be even worse!

Jiang Kun smiled dryly: "Isn't that right, why don't you come and ask the high priest about the inscriptions."

Jiang Huaibi looked at him calmly, raised his hand without turning his head, and motioned for the servants to go down first, and when everyone in the main hall had finished walking, Jiang Huaibi smiled and said, "Come on, Mr. Shoufu ,sit."

Jiang Huaibi turned too fast, Jiang Kun couldn't react for a while, reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, and sat down slowly.

Jiang Huaibi also sat down and poured him a cup of tea: "I don't know Mr. Shoufu, what hexagram or divination do you want to ask?"

Jiang Kun smiled and said: "I just want to ask, what is the hexagram of our Crown Prince Huaxu this year?"

Jiang Huaibi pursed his lips, and Bafeng said with a smile, "Master Shoufu is really worried."

As a minister, if you worry about the royal family, you will die young.

Jiang Kun didn't panic, and said with a smirk: "Where is it possible to talk about it, I just want to know what kind of demeanor our future monarch will be."

"Didn't you say so?" Jiang Huaibi sipped his tea, "Good luck."

Jiang Kun's smile became more gloomy: "Really?"

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