The result of divination points to the emperor?

Duanmu Xiaohong trembled all over and said tremblingly: "Teacher, divination may not be accurate. What connection can the priest and the great disaster bring?"

"Without the protection of the Li family of the Great Wei family, the Great Wei cannot stand firm after two great disasters. This hexagram is too absurd."

The old man looked at Chi Shui and said calmly: "I have solved countless hexagrams, but I don't know how to solve them. But the royal family of Li of the Great Wei Dynasty must have concealed something. This secret is related to the great disaster. Now only the little emperor knows it. This is the reason why I keep forcing him."

"I hope he can tell me. What is the solution to the problem? Why do you have to be like a coward, who is addicted to alcohol and lust all day long, hiding in the turtle shell and not daring to come out?"

The problem returned to the origin, Duanmu Xiaohong's back was already soaked in sweat, but he could only understand all the reasons.

The teacher's divination ability rarely makes mistakes, and the teacher feels uneasy... This makes Duanmu Xiaohong lose his mind.

He even wanted to go to the palace immediately to ask the emperor to tell the secret, but he knew that the emperor refused to say it, and I am afraid no one could force him. The emperor forced the emperor several times, but the emperor just chose to give in. How could he do Duanmu Xiaohong?

"Xiaohong, I will deal with these things. You will still go back to the border to guard it. In the future, those two neighboring countries do not have as many measures to deal with our Great Wei. Maybe they will start a war before the Great Wei..." The old man said slowly.

Every time a great disaster comes, I don’t know how many dynasties have dissipated in the long river of history during the great disaster, leaving only a few words.

In order to survive, the two neighboring countries could do anything.

Duanmu Xiaohong was silent for a while, but he still kowtowed: "Teacher, I will return to the border immediately, but before things cannot be saved, Xiaohong begs the teacher to leave a front-line opportunity for the Shengshang and the Academy, and don't do anything at all."

The old man did not answer, just looked at Chi Noodles and ate chicken wings.

Duanmu Xiaohong actually couldn't help but nag. He knew that the teacher was responsible and wouldn't have broken up with the emperor if it weren't for the last moment.

He didn't say anything anymore and left with all his thoughts.

There was a faint chill from the pool water in winter. The old man ate the last chicken wing and sighed while sitting quietly.

In response to his eldest disciple Duanmu Xiaohong, he actually had one thing he had not said. The divination hexagram showed that he was this great disaster...

It is hard to escape disaster.

However, the old man named Lin Wuya soon laughed again, and the water in Chishui also rippled with his laughter.

Laugh echoes on the winter lawn and small pond.

Because he remembered the divination about him twice in the past.

The first time was many years ago. He was a country boy who was only fifteen years old, at a carefree age. That year he met a teacher who was not his teacher. The teacher gave him a divination and said that he could not escape the disaster.

Later, he suffered a great disaster, but survived beyond his teacher's expectations. His teacher was surprised and put him in the door and taught him carefully.

The second time was the divination he made when he was three hundred years old, which was also a disaster. Many people died that year and many things happened, but he still survived by chance.

Now it is the third time, and his disaster overlaps with the great disaster.

"It's not hard to escape from disaster. If I can escape twice, I can escape the third time." The old man shook his head and narrowed his eyes.

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It will be time soon, and no matter whether you have finished it or not, you will ask to stop writing.

Many candidates in the examination room where Zhou Fan was in looked very bad, because the domineering chrysanthemum poem in the end was too difficult and accounted for too much.

The test paper was taken away by three invigilators.

After confirming that the number of test papers is correct, it was sealed into a yellow paper bag with sealed talisman attached.

After these test papers are sent to the academy, people will be disguised as honorary records, and the academy professors will be cross-rated.

The white-haired chief invigilator nodded slightly and signaled that the candidates could leave the test room.

No matter how well the candidates do, they can only pack up their things and leave here.

After coming out of the test room, Zhou Fan wanted to have a few words with Wu Shenshen, but unfortunately Wu Shenshen left with a cold face.

Zhou Fan shook his head helplessly, his deep wrinkle became more and more strange.

Following the corridor, he walked out of the inner courtyard and outer courtyard of the academy. He walked out of the gate of the academy. He looked around without seeing Cao Yanfang and the other two, so he wanted to rent a carriage on the side of the road and go back to the inn.

"Brother Zhou." Li Chongniang saw him and walked towards him.

Li Chongniang was also following the black-faced groom.

Many passers-by also looked at Zhou Fan and the others. After all, Li Chongniang looks like a fairy and it is not strange that she will attract attention.

"Insect Mother." Zhou Fan stopped and smiled.

"Brother Zhou wants to go back to Gaoxiang City? I'll give you it." Li Chongniang asked with a smile.

"It's good." Zhou Fan hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Zhou Fan got on the carriage with Li Chongniang. The black-faced groom raised the horse whip, and four blood dragon horses made small steps, following the carriage and returned to Gaoxiang City.

"Brother Zhou, is something wrong? Why didn't you activate the eye talisman in the last question?" Li Chongniang asked with carriage starting.

The proportion of the poem writing was too large. She had written two poems and left one for Zhou Fan who thought he was good. However, Zhou Fan did not open the eye talisman to copy her. Just when the time was about the same, she could only choose the good one.

"Nothing happened. I just saw the title. I happened to be very excited and wrote a poem myself." Zhou Fan coughed lightly.

"Brother Zhou wrote a poem by himself?" Li Chongniang looked surprised, "Please forgive Chen Mengniang for being rude. I heard from Jiuyue that Brother Zhou was born in a small village and had never read many books..."

Composition is not an easy thing, it takes many years to study. After all, what is written on the test paper cannot be the limerick poems circulating in the countryside. Limerick poems cannot be put on the table and may not be given a single point.

Why did Brother Li say anything to you, a little woman? Zhou Fan muttered a little in his heart, but he still explained with a smile: "Actually, I was talking nonsense just now. This poem was actually heard by an old Taoist priest who lived in my village for a few days when I was a child. "

"Oh no." Li Chongniang's face changed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked.

Li Chongniang said worriedly: "I wrote the poem myself. Brother Zhou, will the poem you heard have appeared in the collection of poems? If this is the case, it can't be hidden from the eyes of the college's review teachers."

Those who can check the papers are some old professors in the academy. Those professors are all scholars who are well-educated. Few poems that appear in the collection of poems are something they have never read.

Such poems will not only cross-explanate the papers, but also carefully compare them to confirm that the poems that have not appeared before will be given scores.

Zhou Fan smiled and said, "I think this shouldn't be a big problem."

As long as there is no one like me who travels through my world, the poem I copied should have never appeared in this world, Zhou Fan thought in his heart.
Chapter completed!