Xuanfei returned to Xuandu Temple, drank a large sip of tea before he recovered, and stood in front of the window looking at the deep night.
He could tell at a glance who the horoscope belonged to.
It was a coincidence that Mingwei told him first that she wanted to find a way to get the emperor to tell her fortune, but later the emperor came to him on his own, so it didn't take any effort.
This kind of luck is simply like God's help.
Xuanfei himself had doubts. Could it be that that person was really the Tianding Emperor? Although he was pushed away from his original position, he took advantage of the opportunity to rise up.
Since he was young, he has often followed his master into the palace, and he has gained some understanding of the emperor's temperament.
When the emperor talked about fate, his attitude was extremely contradictory. On the one hand, he was skeptical, but on the other hand, he always wanted to ask questions when he encountered something.
He didn't understand it in the early years, but now Xuanfei understands the source of the contradiction.
Because he knew that he got the throne by luck, he always felt that he was not the destined emperor, so he had doubts.
But on the other hand, I also feel that if I can be the emperor, maybe this is my destiny? Therefore, I always hope to get confirmation from my destiny.
Xuanfei remembered something.
When he was still a Taoist boy, the emperor once paid a private visit late at night and sat down with his master, Xuxing Guoshi, to discuss Taoism.
The emperor asked Xuxing the Imperial Preceptor a question: "Can the Imperial Preceptor see Feng Ming?"
Master replied: "The fate of a phoenix is not determined by fate. It can be seen once but difficult to see again."
Later, when the emperor left, the master sighed and said to him: "Although the theory of fate has a trajectory, it cannot be fully believed. If the emperor you serve asks about such a thing in the future, you must try to downplay the influence of fate and don't call him
He believes that fate determines everything."
Xuanfei understood later.
If a person who becomes an emperor believes in fate too much, he will lose his enterprising spirit.
And he also realized that this person today is a person who believes in fate.
"The fate of dying young." Xuanfei threw out a few copper coins in his hand, and they fell on the ground, forming a hexagram. He twitched the corners of his lips, "People are no longer the same people, so how can their fate be the same?
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When the Bolinghou Mansion learned that the emperor wanted to choose a concubine for the King of Yue and wanted Prince Sihuai to choose it himself, the whole family was stunned.
"How do you choose?" Madam Lu asked, "I already miss the prince... can I speak now?"
Others were also puzzled.
The prince Yang Xuan said: "Isn't it possible to throw dice?"
Marquis Boling glared at him: "What are you talking about! What the Holy Master means is that whoever wins the Phoenix lot in front of Prince Sihuai's soul will be chosen."
"Isn't that just like throwing dice!" Second Young Master Yang Jun muttered.
Everyone agrees, it's just that it sounds better to draw lots.
Mrs. Lu was very interested: "Which ladies are running for election?"
Marquis Boling said: "The Holy One said that as long as the family is clean, you can choose."
Everyone looked at each other, after all, they were choosing a princess, but the conditions were so generous?
Marquis Boling sighed: "His Royal Highness the King of Yue is too stubborn and insists on that one. The Holy One thought that her status was too low and she couldn't resist, so he thought of this way. He said that if she wins the Phoenix lot, it will be her destiny.
, doesn’t care about status, he can do whatever he wants. If he doesn’t win the lottery, he can just get it into the house.”
Everyone understood, that’s how it was.
but……
"What if someone else wins?"
"That's destiny."
Everyone was chatting and thinking in their minds.
Mrs. Boling Hou thought that she might give it a try since she still had a few nieces who had not left the palace.
Mrs. Lu was even thinking about which girls among her relatives were the same age.
At first, I wanted to tell my cousin to the third child, but I didn't expect that he would be demoted out of the capital. It has been three years, and my cousin has already gotten married, but two clan girls have grown up.
At first, he was the third son of Marquis Boling, which meant he was good-looking. But now, no matter where he came from, he will become a princess!
The more Ms. Lu thought about it, the more satisfied she became, and she wished she could go back to her parents' home as soon as possible.
Such conversations are not limited to their family.
Those high-ranking officials, dignitaries, and even middle-class families all had their minds set on it.
Under normal circumstances, they are really not willing to associate with Yang Shu. But this is a princess of the highest rank. No matter how noble a family is, there are still girls who are not good enough. It would be a pity to marry low, but difficult to marry high. If there is one more princess
Wouldn't it be great? Although the King of Yue's status is embarrassing, if it were King Xin and King An, he wouldn't even have a chance.
Well, let’s do it!
Therefore, just a few days after the emperor's words were released, a trend was set off in the capital.
If Xuandu Temple didn't usually open the door, those wealthy ladies would have gone to take their seats and practice their skills first.
On the other hand, when the Ji family heard about this, Mrs. Ji became angry on the spot: "What? With so many lots, it would be great luck to win, right? Isn't it obvious that we, Xiao Qi, are not allowed to choose?"
"Mom!" Ji Ling had to remind, "This is the holy will."
Mrs. Ji whispered a little, but she was still dissatisfied: "In front of so many people, if Xiao Qi fails to win the Phoenix lottery, won't he be criticized by others?"
"I've been criticized for a long time." Mrs. Dong came in and said, "Mom, you don't have to worry too much. It won't be just my cousin. I heard that most of the ladies in the capital will take notice of the news, and there will be many people!"
"They haven't been named by His Highness. Even if they don't win, they won't be ashamed."
Mrs. Dong smiled and said, "I think my cousin is well-prepared, so she won't necessarily be embarrassed."
Ji Ling nodded in agreement: "My cousin didn't say anything, so there's no difficulty. Let's just wait."
The couple was full of confidence in Mingwei, but Mrs. Ji was so worried that she couldn't eat for several days.
Fu Jin heard the news and laughed loudly: "How dedicated is this person to the Phoenix Lotus?" He turned to ask Xuan Fei, "Are you trying to let Miss Ming win or not?"
Xuanfei said calmly: "He didn't say anything."
Fu Jin understood: "I'm afraid he still doesn't want Miss Ming to be his concubine. The words of the National Master just made him relax his vigilance. If Miss Ming fails to win the Phoenix lottery, it will be the best result for him - both
Let others see that he has fulfilled His Highness and placed someone beside His Highness. But, Miss Ming, you can win the lottery, right?"
Mingwei just smiled.
She didn't even need to answer this question.
As long as she cleans up the beginning and end, she can draw whatever lot she wants.
"Sir, is it okay to just draw it? Will this make him suspicious?"
Fu Jindao: "Miss Ming, just go smoke, I will take care of the rest."
Mingwei nodded without asking anything: "Okay."
Fu Jin was very satisfied with her attitude and said proactively: "Remember the third lady of the Marquis Cheng'en family, right?"
"Wenying?"
"Exactly. When she was abducted, the Wen family, in order to preserve her reputation, claimed that the person who had been abducted was the Fourth Miss Wen Ru, and later planned to stuff her into the East Palace. So I gave the prince an idea, just say that the Fourth Miss Wen Ru
It is not easy to talk about marriage, but as a cousin, he pities his cousin and is willing to accept her into the house. When others hear this, they will say that the prince is loyal, but the Wen family has suffered the loss of being mute and can only admit it with pinched noses. "
Fu Jin said with a smile: "Wen Ying can't enter the East Palace, and she doesn't want to marry at a low age. Now she's still waiting in the boudoir. This time, Marquis Chengen came to the Crown Prince again to ask for her help. The Crown Prince was wary of His Highness, so he went along with the flow and made plans for her." (Unfinished)