Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 104
"I want you to know some etiquette!"

Xiaopang's voice was a little loud when he was anxious, which frightened Daojun Yuan Fei into a cold sweat. He nodded quickly: "Great-grandson understands!"

"Well, let's take this as evidence." Xiaopang spread his hands, and there was a colorful feather lying in his palm.

Daojun Yuan Fei raised his hands and respectfully took the feather and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this feather was extraordinary.

Could it be the tail feathers of a divine bird in the sky?

He was immediately overjoyed: "Emperor Gaozu, is this Feng Yu?"

Xiaopang: ...You really dare to think about it.

He couldn't truthfully say that this was the hair that Jiang Fuyuan plucked from the buttocks of the pheasant at home. That would be too unflattering, so he could only shake his head.

Daojun Yuan Fei asked again: "Is that the divine bird Danque?"

Xiaopang still shook his head.

Daojun Yuan Fei asked again: "Could it be the three-legged black gold?"

Xiaopang, who was finally tired of being asked, frowned, left a message that the secret should not be leaked, and then turned into a golden light and left.

"Emperor Gaozu!" Daojun Yuan Fei suddenly woke up and shouted loudly.

The night palace ladies heard the noise and quickly opened the curtains: "Your Majesty?"

After Daojun Yuan Fei took a few breaths to calm down, he looked around and saw that it was his familiar bedroom.

It was just a dream. There was no emperor, great ancestor, or divine messenger coming down to earth to help him overcome the calamity.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, everyone, please step back."

The maids who served the night looked at each other, agreed, and then slowly lowered the bright yellow curtains.

It was still early, Daojun Yuan Fei lay down and wanted to continue sleeping. Suddenly he felt itchy on the back of his neck. He reached out and touched it, and it turned out to be a colorful feather.

He looked at the feathers in confusion.

Everything in the dream just now was not empty. His great-grandfather, Emperor Gaozu, who had been away from the Great Shun Kingdom for many years, really came to see him.

So...the disaster is real, and the descending of gods is also real!
The secret guard reported before that the people of Bozhou now believe in Immortal Fuyuan, which is consistent with what Emperor Gaozu said. The envoy of Immortal Fuyuan is... Mu Cizhan?
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Xiaopang completed his mission and escaped in the golden light of more than a dozen amulets. When he returned home, Jiang Fuyuan was still awake and waiting for him.

"How's it going?" Jiang Fuyuan raised his eyebrows and spoke in a brisk tone. Xiaopang couldn't tell for a moment whether this was a question about whether things were going smoothly or a sentence of pride for his careful planning.

However, her master was supposed to be showy, groveling, and submissive, and that would never happen to her.

Xiaopang was very happy to praise Jiang Fuyuan: "It's exactly as the master expected. When the emperor wakes up and sees the token, he will definitely believe what he saw in his dream."

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "Okay."

Recalling his majestic appearance as the emperor's ancestor, Xiaopang grinned: "I didn't expect that one day I would be kneeled down by the emperor."

"You saved his life this time. It's not right for him to kneel to you." Jiang Fuyuan's tone was calm, but what he said was shocking, "You are his reborn parents, he should call you daddy."

Xiaopang: "Oh, then I just became his great-grandfather in his dream. This generational hierarchy will be messed up."

Jiang Fuyuan waved her hand indifferently: "You can be whatever you want to be. If you are willing, you can enter his dream and be his great-grandmother next time."

Xiaopang: ...That’s not necessary.
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On the day of the commendation banquet held in the palace, it was not like the normal array of civil and military officials in the court. Except for the soldiers and Taoist attendants who also went to Bozhou, only high-ranking civil servants and generals could attend the banquet.

On the east-facing main seat, the Nine-Five Master is sitting upright. On the right are the seats for the princes and concubines, and on the right is a special seat specially set up for the immortal chief of the Taoist Palace.

When Jiang Fuyuan walked into the banquet under the guidance of the palace servants, he was surprised to find Chi Xinsu standing on the right side of the emperor.

He was still dressed in non-Taoist attire, holding an ivory whisk, and his expressionless face was like a godless wax figure. Only the three braids behind his left and right ears gave him a bit of popularity.

Seeing Jiang Fuyuan come in, a gust of spring breeze suddenly blew on his smooth face. The corners of his lips curled up and he winked playfully at Jiang Fuyuan.His sudden smile attracted the attention of the young man next to him. The young man tilted his head and asked softly: "What are you laughing at, Ninth Brother?"

Chi Xinsu stopped smiling in an instant and returned to his expressionless look: "Second brother really sees everything with his eyes and ears."

The second prince, Chi Dongchuan, smiled gently and said, "It's rare for my ninth brother to be happy. As a brother, it's natural for me to pay more attention."

This disrespectful scene between brothers and friends could not escape the emperor's eyes. He tilted his head in displeasure and said: "Lao Jiu, what are you doing here? Go sit with the immortals."

Chi Xinsu said yes with an expressionless expression, and then walked to the left.

He walked too naturally and calmly, as if he didn't know what it meant to go from the right seats reserved for the princes and concubines to the seats where the Taoist priests were.

Seeing his only biological brother walking further and further away without changing his expression, Chi Dongchuan's smile faltered.

He thought: Maybe his brother knows everything, but he just doesn't care.

Chi Dongchuan calmly glanced at the highest-ranking man, the man who was a nine-five-year-old man but claimed to be Daojun Yuanfei. His biological father did not even give his sons a spare look at this moment.

It is said that emperors are ruthless, and the emperor who devoted himself to cultivating Taoism might even forget how to write the word "love".

The auspicious moment has arrived, and the ceremony official announced the official start of the award banquet with a singing voice.

As the main force in suppressing demons in Bozhou, several people came forward to discuss their merits. Chi Xinsu, Zhong Liefeng and the two Taoist attendants stood still, then knelt down to salute and said in unison, "See Your Majesty."

Only Jiang Fuyuan stood upright, as if he hadn't heard Chi Xinsu and Zhong Liefeng whisper anxious reminders beside him.

When everyone saw that she was not kneeling, they thought that this woman was a woman after all. Could it be that they were frightened when they saw His Majesty?
If you are discourteous in front of the emperor, you may lose your life.

While they were all sighing for the beauty's fate, the most powerful emperor stood up excitedly and said repeatedly: "Hurry, for Mu..."

His voice paused, and then he continued to order: "Bring a chair for Fairy Aunt!"

It was so dangerous that he almost blurted out the honorable name of the divine envoy. It would be disrespectful to call the gods by their first names.

Daojun Yuan Fei applauded himself in his heart, I am really smart!

Everyone was stunned and didn't understand how the emperor could react like this.

Shouldn't he be held to account first, and then executed with a cane outside the Meridian Gate?

Even the little eunuch who had been with the emperor since childhood and now the chief chamberlain suspected that he had not had his ears cleaned for too long and was hearing hallucinations.

There was hesitation in his voice: "Your Majesty, do you want to grant me a seat?"

Daojun Yuan Fei was extremely nervous. What is a gift? A gift is a reward from above to the bottom. It is too offensive to use the word "give" to a god!

If Emperor Gaozu hadn't refused in his dream, he would have wanted to move the dragon chair under his butt for the divine envoy to sit on.

After all, the chief internal officer is the chief internal officer. As soon as the emperor lifts his butt, he will know what kind of fart his majesty is about to fart.

At this moment, seeing the corner of Long Yan's mouth twitching slightly, he immediately turned around and scolded the little eunuch behind him: "Hurry up and move the huanghuali soft chair!"

If it were anyone else, even if the emperor granted him a seat, he would have to thank him several times before he could take the seat. But now it was Jiang Fuyuan, and even if she sat in the emperor's chair, she would be giving him face.

So under the horrified gazes of everyone, she sat smoothly and steadily.

After sitting down, she touched the handle of the chair and felt the warm touch in her palm. She commented: "This chair is good."

Daojun Yuan Fei immediately answered: "If Fairy Lady likes it, I can give it away... ah no, Fairy Lady, please accept it."

Crowd: ...

What's going on? Why is His Majesty so eager to treat her? His eagerness is mixed with strange respect...

(End of this chapter)