Time flies and comes to March 21st, which is the sixth day after the incense offering in Nuwa Palace.
Baiyao took Nezha for a walk near the ancestral temple.
It had just begun to rain lightly, petals fell to the ground, and several golden-eyed beasts rolled happily on the grass.
"Golden Eyed Beast!"
Nezha let go of Baiyao, ran to the grass and rolled with the golden-eyed beast, laughing.
"My father never allowed me to play with the golden-eyed beast!"
Baiyao smiled and said in a gentle voice, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
"Very good!"
Nezha pinned a golden-eyed beast to the ground and said excitedly:
"I peeled off its skin to make a suit of armor for Da Zhu!"
Baiyao quickly stopped after hearing this. The golden-eyed beast is a strategic material with a docile personality and strong endurance. It is one of the few exotic beasts that mortals can ride on. Killing one of them would be a waste of natural resources.
Nezha was lifted up by his legs without any resistance.
As a spiritual bead, Nezha can see much more than ordinary people.
As long as he focused his eyes, he could see that there was a red light gathering on Baiyao's body.
He had a feeling in the dark that if he used the Qiankun Circle to hit the white medicine, he would definitely die.
"Where are the pants I gave you? Why don't you wear them?"
Nezha opened his arms and swayed, "Cool~quick~"
Baiyao was not annoyed and said with a smile:
"I forgot to ask you how old you were yesterday."
Nezha replied: "My best wishes, plus the time in my mother's belly, she will be eight and a half years old this year."
Baiyao put him on the ground, nodded and praised:
"It's a good age to fight the dragon."
He patted Nezha's butt and said, "Go and play. Remember to come back for dinner."
"knew!"
Not long after Baiyao returned to the ancestral temple, a waiter knelt at the door and said:
"Best wishes, Su Hu has arrived at Chaoge."
Baiyao flipped through the cultivation books he had collected around him and said without raising his head:
"Is the whole family here?"
The waiter said respectfully:
"Except for Su Daji, the daughter of Su Hu, the others are all meeting the king at the Zichen Palace."
When Baiyao heard this, he turned around and his voice suddenly became much colder, "Where is Su Daji?"
The waiter trembled and didn't understand why Da Zhu was suddenly angry. He quickly said: "I fell seriously ill before entering the city... Your Majesty has sent the imperial doctor to the inn to check."
"snort!"
Baiyao closed the practice book with force, gritted his teeth and said:
"If you don't get sick early, you won't get sick later. You have to come to Chaoge to get sick!"
…
Chaoge was very big, and it took Baiyao a long time to reach the inn where the princes stayed while riding the golden-eyed beast.
Behind him was a large group of cavalry, with a stern aura, and each of them had dense tattoos on their faces, with small black characters engraved on them.
The guard at the gate didn't dare to stop him when he saw this kind of formation, so he hurriedly let them go.
Under the leadership of the guards, Baiyao came to the door of Daji's room, and the imperial doctor happened to come out at this time.
"How is Daji?"
he asked.
Because he was wearing ordinary clothes, the imperial doctor did not recognize Baiyao. Moreover, he was busy kneeling in Nuwa Palace that day and did not know what Baiyao looked like.
Thinking it was Su Hu's family asking, he replied:
"I was tired from driving and the wind and cold entered my body. Fortunately, I got slightly better after drinking the decoction and now I'm sleeping."
Really sick?
Baiyao was about to step into the room, but was stopped by the imperial doctor.
"Who are you? The patient needs to rest now."
There are two kinds of people in the world who cannot be offended, one is the cook and the other is the doctor.
Baiyao knew this truth very well. Before he became immune to all diseases through cultivation, he was also afraid that one day he would fall ill and be killed by the imperial doctor.
So he took out a black bird jade tablet and said:
"Your Majesty ordered me to check on Daji's condition and ask you to return as soon as possible."
The imperial doctor suddenly understood, got out of the way, and immediately walked out of the inn.
But when he saw the cavalry outside, he was stunned for a moment.
Each soldier's heavy breastplate is inlaid with bronze ornaments showing the wings of a black bird, and etched on their faces are sacrificial inscriptions.
Ancestral Temple Owl Rider!
The imperial doctor's pupils tightened, and he turned his stiff neck to look inside the door.
The boy who just called himself "sir"...
Baiyao sat beside Daji's bed and watched her sleeping quietly.
The girl is twenty-eight years old, with a complexion as clear as jade, slender eyelashes trembling slightly, a straight nose, and lips like cherry blossoms.
Her appearance is impeccably exquisite, and her breath is breathtaking.
Baiyao's eyes were complicated, wondering whether he wanted to kill her with a knife to avoid future troubles.
But according to the original work, Su Hu didn't even want to be a relative of the emperor, and Emperor Xin wanted to accept his daughter into the palace, so he turned to Chao Ge when he was hot-headed.
If he killed Daji, he might be forced to rebel against him.
After stopping Di Xin's obscene poem, there should be no reason for the nine-tailed demon fox to take over Daji's body.
"Best wishes, Su Hu is back."
A soldier held his hands outside the door.
Baiyao raised his eyes and said, "Let him come in."
After a while, a middle-aged man in rich clothes saluted solemnly at the door:
"Jizhou Hou Suhu came to see the great blessing, but he didn't know that the great blessing was coming, and his etiquette was not thoughtful. I hope that the great blessing will forgive me."
"Get up."
Baiyao looked at this man whose behavior in the original work was contradictory, and he didn't think he was a person who could criticize poetry.
Su Hu stood up, glanced at his daughter on the bed, felt relieved, and bowed:
"The gods appear and wish me well to wake up, which will prove that the foundation of Chengtang is blessed by the ancestors, and I will have no worries for thousands of years."
With a smile on his face, Baiyao helped Su Hu up and said, "With a loyal minister like you, my business will last forever."
He looked at Daji, already thinking about it, deliberately pretending to be sad on his face, and sighed.
Su Hu asked anxiously: "Why did Da Zhu sigh?"
He was originally nervous when he was called to Chaoge, but now that Dazhu suddenly appeared in his daughter's room, he was uneasy from the moment he entered.
Baiyao's eyebrows were filled with sorrow, "Such a loyal minister has not received any good reward. Your daughter has been cursed by an evil spirit and her life will not be long."
Su Hu froze and stammered: "Dazhu...is he talking about...Daji?"
Baiyao nodded silently.
"But the doctor..."
Su Hu seemed to be struck by lightning and sat slumped on the chair, despair in his eyes.
He had to believe it.
In the world view of most people, Da Zhu will not lie to others, and every move is the will of the gods.
"My son is pitiful..."
Su Hu burst into tears.
Many years ago, he took his beloved wife for an outing, but she slipped and fell off a cliff, and her soul returned to the underworld.
Daji looked so much like her mother that Su Hu had vowed never to let her be in danger like his dead wife. He had taken her with him since she was a child and favored her in every possible way.
She never imagined that she would be persecuted by evil spirits and want to follow her mother...
Su Hu's hands and feet were cold, sadness lingered in his heart, and his whole person's energy and spirit were weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Baiyao was a little surprised when he saw this. He was a Marquis after all, so why couldn't he bear such a blow.
He coughed lightly and said:
"It's not like there's no solution."
Su Hu seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw when he heard this. Yes, Da Zhu is the incarnation of a god, how could he not be able to save Daji.
He plopped down on his knees and immediately kowtowed.
"Wish you all the best for saving your little girl's life!"
Baiyao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, helped Su Hu up, and said:
"Let her stay with me as a dance blessing. The spirit of the ancestors can suppress the curse of evil spirits."
Wuzhu is the position of a virgin who is responsible for performing sacrificial dances during sacrifices.
But Baiyao can dance the sacrificial dance. In his memory, he danced it by himself every time he performed the sacrificial ceremony. The position of dance and blessing has been vacant for a long time.
When Su Hu heard this, he raised his head in surprise. He was so surprised that he didn't even bother to ask about the curse:
"Can my son enter the Great Shang Ancestral Temple?!"
"Don't think too much," Baiyao shook his head in confusion, "She's just staying there. If she wants to enter the ancestral temple and be worshiped with her ancestors, she has to make immortal contributions."
Su Hu blushed and realized that he had misunderstood. He straightened his clothes and saluted:
"This is a great blessing that Su Hu will never forget."
