What's more, Lin Hansheng is just using Gu and has no other skills. How can he guarantee that he will not die?"

"Did Princess Tianci take the initiative to do his hand?"

"yes."

Ba Zheng replied with certainty, "The fight between Gu and the crane is a defeated hexagram."

Chunyu Ao suddenly became very curious, "Can you fortune telling the fortune teller of the princess of the Heavenly God?"

Her birth date, eight characters, are there here. Can you tell me the future?"

Ba Zheng nodded, "Yes, I can tell her future, and I have already made it. It is the hexagram of the great nobles, and it is the master of one side.

But I can't calculate her beginning, where she came from, the source of the hexagram was nothingness."

"Can't you calculate the beginning?"

Chunyu Ao shook her head, "Her start does not need to be counted. She is the daughter of Bai Xingyan, Duke Wen of Dong Qin, and her mother is Chunyu Lan, the princess of Gebu, and the younger sister of the person in the prison.

What can be calculated by such a direct and clear identity?"

Ba Zheng frowned and pondered for a while, and said, "It is indeed the daughter of Duke Wen Guo and Princess Gebu, but that is the beginning of the second lady of the Bai family, but it is not the Princess Tianci.

If Your Majesty asks me, Princess Tianci and the second lady of the Bai family are the same person?

It's indeed a person, but not a person.

The secrets of heaven cannot be leaked, and if the hexagram is not told, I have no choice but to lose it."

There is a small courtyard in the east of Fengxiang City, with four sides, one side is the door, the other side is the main room, and the two sides are the room.

The gray bricks and hard tiles look ordinary, no different from the medium-sized families in Fengxiang City.

Oh, maybe it's better to be a little more moderate. After all, there are not so many servants in this yard, and there is only a servant in his fifties who are serving a young man in his twenties.

When the young master was at home, he basically read books in the house with books. The books he read were songs, folk talks, myths and legends. In short, it was just a mess, just passing the time.

The servant called this young master the young master. At noon today, the young master only used a small bowl of rice.

When the table was removed, the servant saw that the meat and vegetables on the table had not moved much, so he sighed: "Young Master doesn't like eating meat and vegetables, right?

But there is really no way. It is difficult to see green leaves in this season. It will take two months for the green leaves to come down. It is the best restaurant in the city. Most of the ones sold are meat and vegetables. Or are they dried vegetables that were left after last year, but they also have to be stewed with meat."

The man named Young Master was wearing a blue dress and was thin, with a hint of sorrow between his eyebrows and eyes.

That kind of sorrow has penetrated into the bones and is contained in the charm. Even if there is nothing to worry about in this world, the whole person's temperament is shrouded in this sorrow, and he cannot escape it.

"It's okay, Uncle Li."

He spoke lightly and said, "I'm full."

I wasn't very hungry, just put it on one."

The servant sighed again, put away the bowls and chopsticks, and brewed tea to bring it over.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw a man in black standing in the house, talking to the young man.

He silently retreated and stood outside the house.

The man in black handed a letter to the young man, "Fourth Prince, Feiying cannot enter the city, this was intercepted outside the city."

The young master is not someone else, but the fourth prince who left silently from Manyuanfang, Jun Muxi.

He took the letter, and there were obvious signs of rolling the letter. At a glance, he knew it was rolled into small rolls and tied to the feet of the goshawk.
Chapter completed!