The night falls from the sky, covering the world with a layer of silver-white gauze, dreamy and beautiful.
Fourth Prince's Mansion, study room.
Mo Chenyi held a glass of red liquid and tasted it slowly.
Shen Feng sat under him: "Your Highness, Pei Ming has given the Flower of the Other Shore to Su Ruotang in accordance with your wishes."
Speaking of this, he frowned slightly, "Su Ruotang has superb medical skills and is also involved in the art of Gu. Are you sure she really won't discover the secret of Bianhua?"
Mo Chenyi lowered his eyes and looked at the ripples of water in the cup.
These ripples gradually outline a bright and beautiful face.
"Su Ruotang..." He opened his lips lightly, and three syllables, neither light nor heavy, came out, and put down the tea cup.
Accompanied by the dull collision sound, his cold and eerie voice said, "It doesn't matter, our love Gu is about to be refined."
Shen Feng frowned: "Your Highness, do you really want to keep Su Ruotang?"
Mo Chenyi raised his eyes lightly: "Is there a problem?"
His light and light voice made Shen Feng break into a cold sweat.
He lowered his head and whispered: "I am just worried that Su Ruotang will hurt His Highness."
Mo Chenyi smiled nonchalantly: "With the Love Gu, Su Ruotang will only think about me in everything."
Shen Feng was a little confused: "Your Highness, with the Gu insects you have cultivated now, you are already able to control the court officials, why are you still..."
Mo Chenyi raised his eyes and looked at the bright stars outside the window with deep eyes.
After a while, he spoke in a low voice, "Father is a good emperor, but he is not a good father."
His mother-in-law is the noble Princess Nanchen.
But he died in the disgusting and dirty methods of fighting for favor in the harem.
He witnessed his mother-in-law being humiliated by the eunuchs because she was not favored by Emperor Wu Shun.
And he himself also grew up under the fists of those lowly palace people.
His mother-in-law warned him since he was a child to live on.
Pretend to be crazy and stupid to survive.
He firmly remembered his mother's words and finally met his master when he was eight years old.
He planned step by step, and Mo Xiaoya fell into the hands of Su Muyao and became a wanted target of the court.
Empress Shen, who once bullied her mother and concubine from a high position, became a waste and was imprisoned in the cold palace.
His people will take good care of her every day.
The real Shen Feng died ten years ago.
Shen Feng now belongs to him.
The Shen family has made a lot of money for him in Yunzhou over the years.
It's a pity that this good chess piece was destroyed by Mo Rongyan.
He asked people to rescue Su Muyao, gave her the method of removing bones and changing skin, and at the same time passed on the most basic Gu skills to her.
She is indeed a scheming person, controlling everyone in Poison Valley.
It's a pity that Poisoners No. 1 to 5 are immune to Su Muyao's Gu.
Unless he takes action himself.
But now Mo Rongyan's people have set their sights on the Hot Spring Villa, and the Poison Master... is probably Sheng Han.
You don’t need the flowers of the other side to keep your appearance young...
Shen Feng was silent for a moment and whispered: "Your Highness, do you need to put a poison on Emperor Wu Shun?"
Shen Feng's voice interrupted Mo Chenyi's thoughts.
He shook his head and stroked the lines on the teacup with his fingertips, "Don't bewitch the neutral and important ministers of the court for the time being."
After saying this, Mo Chenyi took out five copper coins from his sleeve and threw them up.
The copper coins fell on the table, showing a strange pattern.
Shen Feng glanced at it and felt dizzy.
He quickly closed his eyes.
Mo Chenyi stared at the copper coins on the table, the expression in his eyes changed several times.
He slowly stretched out his hand, and his pale fingertips landed on the copper coin in the middle.
He held down the copper coin and moved his position extremely slowly.
However, after moving the baby's finger a short distance, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Mo Chenyi stopped and bit his lower lip tightly.
After about half a cup of tea, he continued to move.
Shen Feng recovered from his dizziness, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and did not dare to look at the coins on the table.
He looked wanderingly at the stars outside the house.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Chenyi swayed and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He stared at the copper coins on the table in disbelief and said glumly, "Impossible! How is this possible!!"
Shen Feng was shocked by this turn of events and quickly supported Mo Chenyi, "Your Highness, this..."
Mo Chenyi's face turned pale and he stared at the copper coins on the table.
"How is it possible? I could have calculated the fate of Mo Ronyan and Su Ruotang before."
"Why can't it be calculated today?"
Still being bitten?
Shen Feng knew that there was a profound master behind Mo Chenyi. He had profound mystical skills and could calculate a person's birth, old age, illness, and death, as well as good or bad luck.
The reason why Mo Chenyi's subordinates have not been discovered by Mo Rongyan and Emperor Wu Shun is because he knows fortune telling.
Every time, they were able to avoid Mo Rongyan and Emperor Wu Shun perfectly.
The hexagrams on the table have been destroyed and are now just ordinary copper coins.
Shen Feng was shocked: "Your Highness, could it be Feng Luo who took action?"
Mo Chenyi stared closely at the cracked copper coin and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Feng Luo is not that capable."
His eyes were full of sinisterness.
It can destroy his hexagram.
Or be protected by heaven.
Either the other party has a higher level of cultivation than him.
"Go and find out what happened after Mo Ronyan and Feng Luo entered Qintian Prison."
"Yes, Your Highness." Shen Feng responded respectfully and left in a hurry.
Mo Chenyi lowered his eyes and looked at the cracked copper coins on the table, his face expressionless.
After a long while, he used blood as a book and drew Taoist symbols.
Then he waved his sleeve, and the talisman's red light flashed and disappeared.
His master once warned him that mystic arts are closely related to his own destiny.
He can predict good and bad luck, but he cannot provoke things from the underworld.
Otherwise, the cycle of heaven will lead to karma and retribution.
However, if Mo Ronyan really has someone with superb mystical skills to help him.
He must borrow something from the underworld.
With that formation, the cause is on him, and the consequences will not be retribution on him.
...
At the same time, Su Ruotang, who was studying mystical arts in Songxue Academy, closed his eyes slightly, and his white fingertips traced the shape of the talisman in the air.
Her black hair was spread behind her body, without any wind.
The clothes and sleeves are flying, like a mysterious girl from the Nine Heavens.
The talisman was outlined, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The sparkling peach blossom eyes are clear and clear, and the aura is compelling.
At first glance, it seems to be able to suck people's soul in.
She stared blankly at the silver talisman in front of her.
The white and soft fingertips trembled slightly as if they had lost their strength.
After a while, the talismans in the air slowly dissipated.
Su Ruotang took a long breath and curled her fingertips slightly.
Her long eyelashes were lowered, and her eyes fell on the old yellowed pages on the table.
In her previous life, she knew that there were many things in the world that could not be explained by science.
Folk goddesses may have the ability to communicate with yin and yang, but that's just scratching the surface.
A master who truly understands the yin and yang mysteries will not easily tell fortunes to others.
Their every move is closely related to their own destiny.
"Yin and Yang are chaotic, the soul returns to the six bodies, and the three realms of ghosts, animals, and humans are all cycles of cause and effect."
"But if there really is a cycle of cause and effect, why do some good people not live long and cause harm for thousands of years..."
The ends of her delicate eyebrows gradually wrinkled.
The bottom of his eyes were filled with confusion, and there was a hint of irritability.
The peaceful and peaceful atmosphere around him began to become chaotic.
"Little Begonia."
At this moment, a gentle call came from behind.
