Adore Trick of Beauty

The blind old fortune teller muttered, "What is so bad and bad, if you don't believe in this destiny, it's not the same even if you break the old man's fortune teller's stand!"

Xiao Fengqing's sharp eye knife flew over, but the blind fortune-telling old man didn't notice it. He fumbled to pick up the sign on the table, only touched it, and he shook his hand. The sign fell to the ground and broke into two parts. . He stared at the hole without eyes, staring at the broken bamboo stick on the ground, his lips trembling.

"Old man, what is this sign ?! Quickly solve it!" Xiao Fengqing screamed at another look of disappointment and pretense.

"Impossible, impossible! ..." The blind fortune-telling man fumbled tremblingly on the ground and finally found the broken lottery. He trembled for a long time and sat down on the ground with a jerk: "It's ... it's ... Emperor sign! "

"What emperor sign?" Xiao Fengqing sank in his eyes and grabbed his collar. "Why are there two emperor signs?"

"Old man ... my old man doesn't know." The fortune-telling old man's red lips trembled, and he held up the broken sign, Wu Youyou's eyes stared at Xiao Fengqing: "But your emperor's sign is off, it means you ..."

"Explain what?" Xiao Fengqing clenched his hands and lifted him almost.

"Explain that the son has imperial fortune and no imperial life!" The blind old man finally uttered this sentence.

Xiao Fengqing's hand fell loose suddenly, and the fortune-telling old man suddenly fell to the ground. The fortune-telling old man turned pale and turned to face the direction of Nie Wushuang: "Mrs., you two are in conflict with each other. They are not the same person, don't be together! If you lose together, there may still be a way to go, old man. With that said, oh, all this is destiny! Destiny! "

"There were actually two emperor signings ..." He said, and he walked away, not even taking care of the fortune-telling stand.

Xiao Fengqing looked at the broken picks on the ground and slowly picked them up and put them in his sleeves. When Nie Wushuang saw him looking somber, he stepped forward and sighed, "Wu Shuang does not believe in any destiny and destiny. Does His Highness really believe it?"

Even though the blind old man was insane, but what he said was like a curse, involuntarily convinced, but ... She looked at Xiao Fengqing through the veil and suddenly did not want to believe what the fortune teller said.

How proud can he be without emperor?

"No, my king doesn't believe it." Xiao Fengqing's face was extraordinarily quiet. His thin lips were sneered, and he determined that Nie Wushuang had a strange look in his charming and strange pupil: "Since the memo of Wang, I never believed in these things. If this is the destiny of my life, Xiaofeng Qing will also change my life!

"Keeping these signatures, but when that day when the king has won the world, he will destroy it in front of the old man!"

"Wu Shuang, would you be afraid that the sign would be stubborn?" He stared at her eyes.

The veil moved slightly, Nie Wushuang lowered his eyes, and finally spit out two words: "Don't be afraid."

Her path is already desperate, how can she be afraid of this endless dark future? If she was destined to die alone, she would rather be destroyed with him. At least he had his companion in hell, as if he had saved her life in return.

Xiao Fengqing's eyes brightened, and she could not help laughing, hugging her in his arms: "Wusou, we will not die, in this world, this river and mountain, the king will win you one by one!"

Nie Wushuang was embraced in his arms, watching the sky gradually reddened by the sunset, and gradually grew anxiety in his heart.

...

The ship underneath fluttered, and Nie Wushuang sat on the deck of the ship and watched the mist rising in the morning, motionless Jun Ting's figure, and his ear was still echoing, "Waiting for King Wang to return to Beijing!" .

"Madam, rest in the cabin, get up too early, make up for your sleep." Yang Zhi advised.

Nie Wushuang shook his head. Gradually, his figure became smaller and smaller, and finally became invisible. Then she retracted her eyes.

"How long does it take to respond to Beijing?" Nie Wushuang asked.

"This is a countercurrent, I'm afraid it will take four or five days. It's not as easy as when I came." Yang Zhi replied.

Nie Wushuang nodded his head: "It's fine. I just hope that the palace has not left in Donglin Temple."

Yang nodded straightly: "Yeah, I hope ..."

They were all silent. The river was long, heading northwest.

Along the way, Yang Zhihua hired two powerful grandfathers who were rowing non-stop day and night. He did not lean on the shore except for food and drink. Xiao Fengqing sent another dark guard to **** along the way. It was still desolate. Alas, Nie Wushuang almost thought that the peace seen in Lingzhou City was simply a dream.

The two spent four days on the road before they approached Donglin Temple. Yang Zhi found out that the housekeeper and palace servant who had been hidden from the house and Nie Wushuang had changed, and took advantage of the misty morning to return to the temple quietly along the road when they left.

When he arrived at the "Xinxin Pavilion", Nie Wushuang only felt that the bones all over his body had been dismantled and reinstalled. It was uncomfortable to speak. Xia Lan and Qiu Qiu quickly brought hot water to wait for her to dress and change clothes, and Yang Zhi also went to rest.

Just as Nie Wushuang finished washing and used early breakfast, a monk knocked outside the door of the cabinet: "The abbot wanted to see Nie Shizhu."

Nie Wushuang was shocked. At this moment, Xia Lan and Qiu Qiu fluttered, ashamed and said, "Mother-in-law, all slaves are incompetent. The abbot knows that the mother-in-law has left the temple ..."

They talked about how Father-in-law Lin came to pass a few days ago, how to meet Nie Wushuang, how the abbot arrived, and how to cover up Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang listened and smiled suddenly: "Anyway, since the abbot already knows, there is no need to hide him. Come, open the atrium and welcome the abbot Zen master!"

Xia Lan and Qiu Qiu quickly opened the door of the atrium, and the morning light was blowing outside, and a fresh air of dust from the mountains rushed in as the abbot walked.

Nie Wushuang only felt relieved, and even the exhaustion of the car and Lawton was washed away by most of this breath.

"The abbot is polite!" Nie Wushuang ignored the hair, and stepped forward with a smile.

The abbot absently looked at her complexion and proclaimed a Buddhist chant: "Nie Shi, would you mind taking a step to speak?"

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