Riding the Pheonix Chapter 475: Phoenix Sign

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 whose horoscope belonged to him.

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, without any effort.

This kind of luck is like God’s help.

Xuanfei himself had doubts. Could it be that that person was really the Emperor of Heaven? Although he was pushed out of his position, he took advantage of the opportunity and rose 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 ambivalent. On the one hand, I am skeptical; on the other hand, I always want to ask questions when I encounter something.

I 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 and always felt that he was not the destined emperor, so he had doubts.

But on the other hand, I feel that I can be the emperor. Maybe this is my destiny? Therefore, I always hope to get affirmation from my destiny.

Xuan Fei 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 Xu Xing to discuss Taoism.

The emperor asked the Imperial Master Xuxing a question: "Can the Imperial Master 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 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 in the future asks about such a thing, you must try to downplay the influence of fate. , don’t let him think that fate determines everything.”

Xuanfei understood later.

If a person who is 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.

"Death young." Xuanfei threw out a few copper coins in his hand, and they fell to the ground, forming a hexagram. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "People are no longer the same people, so how can their lives be the same?"

……

When the Bolinghou Mansion learned that the emperor was going to choose a concubine for the King of Yue, and that Prince Sihuai would choose it himself, the whole family was stunned.

"How do you choose?" asked Lu, "I already miss the prince...can I speak now?"

Others were also puzzled.

The Crown Prince Yang Xuan said: "Isn't it possible to throw dice?"

Bo Linghou glared at him: "What are you talking about! What the Holy Lord 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, but drawing phoenix lots sounds better.

Mr. Lu was very interested: "How many ladies are running for election?"

Bo Linghou 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: "It's not that 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's destiny, he doesn't care about his status, he can do whatever he wants. If he doesn't win, he can get it into the house."

Everyone understood, that’s why.

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 court.

Ms. 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 Beijing. It's been three years, my cousin is already married, but two clan girls have grown up.

Back then he was the third son of Marquis Boling, which meant he was good-looking. This is good, no matter where he comes 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 and dignitaries, as well as even middle-class families, are all interested.

Under normal circumstances, they would not be 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 neither good nor bad. It's a pity to marry low, but difficult to marry high. Wouldn't it be nice to have one more princess? Although the King of Yue's status is embarrassing, if he were replaced by King Xin and King An, he wouldn't even have a chance.

Well, let’s do it!

So, just a few days after the emperor's words were released, a trend started in the capital.

If Xuandu Temple didn't usually open the door, those wealthy ladies would have gone to take a seat 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 the lottery, right? Isn't it obvious that we, Xiao Qi, are not allowed to choose?"

"Mother!" 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 Xiaoqi didn't win the Phoenix lottery, wouldn'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's not 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 were not named by His Highness. Even if they didn't win, there would be no shame."

Mr. Dong smiled and said: "I think my cousin is well-prepared, so she may not 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~IndoMTL.com~ But Mrs. Ji was so worried that she couldn't eat for several days.

Fu Jin laughed loudly when he heard the news: "How dedicated is this person to the phoenix lottery?" He turned to ask Xuan Fei, "Are you asking Miss Ming to win or not?"

Xuan Fei 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. Not only can others see that he has fulfilled His Highness, but he can also insert someone beside His Highness. But, Miss Ming, can you win the lottery?"

Ming Wei just smiled.

She doesn’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, would it be better to just draw the prize? Will this make him suspicious?"

Fu Jindao: "Miss Ming just smokes, I will do 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 Chengen family, right?"

"Wenying?"

"Exactly. When she was abducted, the Wen family, in order to preserve her reputation, claimed that the person who was abducted was the fourth lady Wen Ru, and later planned to stuff her into the East Palace. So I gave the prince an idea, just say It is not easy for Miss Wen Si to marry her. As a cousin, he takes pity on 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 cannot enter the East Palace, and she is unwilling to marry at a low age. Now she is still waiting in the boudoir. This time, Marquis Chengen came to the Crown Prince again. The Crown Prince was wary of His Highness, so he went along with the flow and made plans for her. ”