Although Feng Yuzhe agreed to the deal, there was no news for two days. As for Chu Du and Shen Zhaonan, Bi Xin found out that King Dong Zhao had only met Chu Du's envoy once, and the two did not talk happily.
The colorful flowers in the courtyard are scattered and covered with snow, white and flowers, white and green, which has a special interest. However, without the butterflies and bees in spring, there is always a lack of vitality.
"Yeah, come down quickly, little bell."
Hearing Zhusha's roar in vain, Eleven noticed that the little bell began to climb up her skirt again. This little thing thought she was a tree.
"Girl, you indulge Little Bell too much. Look how many times it has scratched your skirt." Standing next to Eleven, Zhusha glared at Little Bell.
The little bell shouted nonchalantly, ‘Meow meow…’.
Eleven smiled lightly and held the little bell in his arms, "It's just a little thing, why do you care about it."
Just when Zhu Sha was about to complain about how troublesome Little Bell was, Bi Xin led a maid in the first palace and said, "Girl, the wizard has sent someone here to deliver a message."
Eleven didn't change his expression, but his heart skipped a beat, "What?"
The palace maid bowed and said: "To answer the girl's question, the wizard asked the slave to tell the girl that at 3:00 pm tonight, there will be a Purple Swallow Star. The Purple Swallow Star will cause disasters. The king told the girl that she must kneel down alone to pray for the three disasters.
Stay away from the Nine Difficulties, and hand-copy the Tathagata Sutra and present it to you tomorrow."
How could King Dong Zhao ask her to do such a thing? This was clearly a signal given to her by Feng Yuzhe. She would be free at 13:00 tonight.
"You reply to the wizard, I understand."
The winter nights always fall early, and even the usually chirping sparrows have returned to their nests early. Looking up, the eyes are full of haze, which makes people breathless. A truth can bring down the whole world.
"Cinnabar, go and tell the king that I will invite him over for dinner."
As soon as the eleventh voice fell, Zhusha and Bixin were stunned at the same time. It took Zhusha a long time to react, "Yes, yes, slave, go right away."
"Bixin, go and tell the imperial kitchen to make preparations."
"Yes, girl."
After the two left, Eleven looked up in the direction of Ziyan Star. Ziyan Star was in the north, which meant that the direction she crossed was the direction she left tonight.
Zhusha came back and said that the king had agreed to come. Eleven was neither too happy nor too disappointed, and was as quiet as the sound of snow as before.
Tonight, the lights in the Chunhua Palace were bright, and the two maids thought that the master had finally figured it out. They saw the master sitting in front of the mirror, stroking his eyebrows lightly, applying light makeup on his cheeks. If it weren't for the harsh sound of the iron chains, he would be called the master tonight.
Perfect.
The dining room does not dare to neglect, and the dishes prepared are all exquisite in color, fragrance and appetite.
Shiyi sat in front of the dining table, quietly waiting for the king's arrival. When she was covered in tears, Qi Mingye finally arrived.
He stepped across the threshold and saw Shiyi kneeling on the ground and "getting up".
"Thank you, King". Then he signaled Zhu Sha and Bi Xin to leave.
Qi Mingye naturally took Eleven and sat down. Eleven's makeup tonight was clearly painted in a certain way. Her skin color was originally not good, but now it is as red as the first blush. Her black hair is very stringy, and she wears a light-colored moon shadow flower.
She chose a water-blue dress, which was indescribably elegant. "Are you grateful to me for giving you the honor of copying the Tathagata Sutra, or do you want something else?"
Shi Yi knew that if the harem copied scriptures and the king could read them, he would definitely strive to show his merit. There was no shortage of talented and beautiful women in the harem, but the king did not have many opportunities to appreciate their talents. Copying scriptures was a one-way process, which could show his talent in calligraphy.
Or attainments in self-cultivation.
Eleven was disdainful, and the king also misunderstood. Holding the pot and pouring wine for the king, "I feel grateful for the king's kindness, and I can copy scriptures and read them for the king. This is my blessing."
Qi Mingye frowned, and Eleven's show of weakness set off alarm bells in his heart. He picked up the cup and raised an almost teasing smile, "Is this wine poisonous?"