A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

"Explain? Prince Xuan, I want you to say one more sentence, then go to your Majesty to explain."

It is impossible to be soft-hearted, and Hu Fake Hu Wei is very happy. Shu Ange raised his brows, glanced at Zhou Yongcheng with disgust, and then turned around and got into the carriage.

"Feng Yi, Feng Yi, do you really not miss the kindness that I have offered to help many times?"

Prince Xuan's voice was loud, as if he was afraid that passersby wouldn't hear it.

"Zhou Yongcheng, if you continue to entangle, I will let the emperor's uncle drive you back to Xuanzhou."

After hitting the snake and hitting seven inches, Zhou Yongcheng was hoarse, and reluctantly waved his hand to let the servant move away from the carriage, and watched the carriage of County Master Fengyi leave with a lonely face.

The expression in his eyes was infinite, and the cold and handsome face was full of pain and longing.

Unfortunately, the carriage rolled forward, and the lady in the carriage never looked back at Zhou Yongcheng.

It was also this time that Zhou Yongcheng understood that Fengyi County Lord really had no place in his heart.

Continuing entanglement will only backfire.

This realization caused Zhou Yongcheng to be at a loss. The throne that was so close at hand suddenly became out of reach, what should he do?

No, he will never admit defeat!

"Go to Hushan Garden."

Hushan Bieyuan is the private property of King Xuan in the capital and is now owned by Zhou Yongcheng.

After he arrived at Bieyuan, he invited Miss Fan Qi to have a chat in Bieyuan, and his heart was depressed as if someone were roasting on a stove.

"Supervisor Sitian."

Shu Ange got off the carriage, raised his head and read out the three words personally inscribed by the emperor's imperial pen.

Si Tianjian not only has to keep track of the astronomical calendar, but also observe the weather, record the rainfall, drought and floods in various places, and forecast disasters in advance.

In order to facilitate the observation of celestial phenomena, the Sitianjian is located at the highest point in the capital, and its appearance is somewhat similar to that of a Taoist temple.

In the original owner's memory, the first person to calculate that the southern part of Daxia suffered from the drought was Si Tianjian, the young supervisor, and the virtual real human rights Yunqing.

When it comes to Quan Yunqing, he is really a figure of the summer.

He was a student of Jiuxiao Palace, able to calculate, indifferent to fame and fortune, able to observe astronomical phenomena to measure feng shui, and to predict disasters in advance.

There are many folk legends about Jiuxiao Palace, and it is almost a myth.

Some people devoutly believe that Quan Yunqing can "call thunder and pray for rain, and scold the wind and clouds. If the rain is long and the sky is clear, the sky will be bright, and if you pray for snow in the deep winter, six flowers will float in the sky. Exorcism, all will be found in peace.”

Is this still mortal? It's simply divine.

Chongxuzhen is very powerful, but not as mysterious as folklore.

After Zhou Yong succeeded to the throne, Chongxu Zhenren left behind a hexagram and then left floating. The world could not find him everywhere, thinking that he was riding a crane to ascend to the immortal.

It is said that in the hexagram of Chongxuzhen, it is said that the qi of the summer will be exhausted, and then not only will the life be destroyed, but the people will also be displaced.

With such a hexagram, Zhou Yongcheng is naturally strictly forbidden to flow out, but it is difficult for Youyou to be blocked.

The original owner was trapped in the deep palace for a long time and died early.

Combined with Xiao Weiji's reminder, Shu Ange felt that Quan Yunqing's fortune-telling was good.

The building is about to collapse, and it is also a wise move for him to choose to hang on to the crown.

With Zhou Yongcheng's character, there are disasters among the people, and chaos occurs in the court.

Si Tianjian is not as strict as the three provinces and six departments, and there are only two yamen at the door.

When Shu Ange came to the door, they blocked the way with drawn knives as usual: "Stop whoever comes."

"I am the Lord of Fengyi County, and I am instructed by Your Majesty to go to the Sitian Supervisor to observe the water transport instrument platform."

She first took out her waist card, and then she showed the gold medal bestowed by His Majesty. The two yamen immediately knelt down and saluted: "Long live my emperor, long live!"

After the salute, they politely stepped aside: "Princess Fengyi, please."

It's just that they have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, and they didn't even recognize the famous Fengyi County Master.

Not to mention Si Tianjian, even if Fengyi County is mainly in the official department to observe, I am afraid that no one dares to come forward to stop it.

The pines and cypresses are green, the exotic flowers and plants are like greenery, and the dexterous little squirrel drags its big tail and nimbly jumps between the branches and leaves.

The scenery here is elegant, even with Shu Ange's heart.

She didn't bring an attendant, and she declined the yamen to lead the way, and took a leisurely walk in the Sitian prison.

Unforeseen circumstances, Shu Ange has not yet reached the water transport instrument platform. A sudden explosion of thunder sounded, the sky and the earth changed color, and the rain fell like a line.

When it was raining, Shu Ange found a porch to shelter from the rain, looking around, looking for someone to borrow an umbrella, or to continue exploring in the Sitian prison.

The white rain rolled down like jade beads, and a shallow mud pit was smashed under the eaves.

In Yu Muzhong, a young Taoist priest wearing a blue shirt with wide sleeves and a towel on his head slowly walked down the mountain.

He held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and his boots stepped in the rain, but they were never stained with mud.

When people approached, Shu Ange knew what it meant to be a fairy.

His warm and lustrous eyes are like jewels soaked in clear water. His temperament is like a spring willow, and there is no wind, dust or rain wherever he walks.

Zhou Yongcheng's beauty is a mixture of deliberate and contrived.

A Taoist priest standing with an umbrella in the rain is like a lonely snow-capped mountain after thousands of birds have flown away, and like a crane on the horizon when the spring light is melting.

Mingming, clear and solitary, unstained by dust, raising his hand and looking back, there is a sense of compassion and kindness.

"The target of this mission has appeared, and the initial favorability is 30."

The system notification sound came late, and Shu Ange had a bright smile on his face, and he waved to the person in the rain without evading suspicion: "But the real person of Chongxu? Xie Zhaohua, please ask the Taoist priest to move a little."

Quan Yunqing nodded slightly, walked under the eaves of the porch, put away the oil-paper umbrella, and her clothes, shoes and socks were clean, without any muddy water.

He didn't speak, but when he looked up close, his features were picturesque, and his temperament was even more extraordinary.

"I've admired the real name for a long time, and when I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation."

Shu Ange was as passionate as fire.

"The target character's favorability is -3, and the current favorability is 27."

"..."

The emotions are really restrained, and even the favorability has dropped so euphemistically.

Shu Ange coughed lightly, his eyes flashed, he smiled sweetly, and stopped talking nonsense.

"Zhaohua likes the technique of Huang Lao, and admires the real person of Chongxu very much. Please forgive me if I lose my temper for a while."

Her words were sincere, and a flash of light in her eyes reminded Quan Yunqing of a wild fox in the mountains. The woman in front of her is not a wild fox in the mountains, she should be compared to a young phoenix in the world.

Thinking of the changes in the sky in the past month, Quan Yunqing's eyes became more solemn.

"Dragon eyes and phoenix necks are extremely expensive." Just looking at her face, she may really be a variable in the national fortune of Daxia.

In recent years, Ziweixing has dimmed, and there is a faint appearance of changing the dynasty.

Now that there is a sudden change, Quan Yunqing does not know whether to be happy or worried.

The change of the dynasty is destiny, and the politics of Daxia is clear and bright, and it is a good thing to continue the notification.

If the officials in Daxia are in chaos and the people are struggling to survive, they will be able to sweep away the ghosts and ghosts first.

Moreover, controlling the court with the dignity of a woman is mostly a sign of disaster for the descendants.

As soon as he thought about it, Quan Yunqing didn't have any abnormality on his face, just regarded the person in front of him as an ordinary lady who came to visit.

"It's okay, I don't know why Miss Xie is visiting."

"I heard that the Sitianjian has built a new water transport apparatus and elephant platform, so I came to watch it specially."

Shu Ange had a look of longing on his face, and Quan Yunqing said lightly: "The rain will stop at the Xu hour, and today is not a good time to observe the sky.

"It doesn't matter. I also ask the real person to take me to the water transport instrument platform to see a thing or two. When the weather is clear next time, I will come to Si Tianjian to observe the astronomical phenomenon."

"Can."

While Shu Ange was secretly looking forward to it, when he was riding an umbrella with Quan Yunqing, he suddenly opened the door, took out a bamboo umbrella and handed it to her.

"Thank you, thank you Chongxu Zhenren."

Shu Ange opened the umbrella and silently followed behind Quan Yunqing, mourning for her husband's pursuit.

The water transport instrument platform was not built at the highest point in Shu Ange's imagination, it was built on a flat ground in Sitianjian.

The entire Observatory is not so much an instrument as it is a building.

The platform is three feet high and more than two feet wide, with a total of three floors, compared to a four-story building.

"It's very high, I thought the water transport instrument platform was about six or seven feet high."

"There is another universe in the interior. An armillary sphere is placed in the top panel house, and the top panel can be opened freely. It rained today, so the roof was closed in advance."

Quan Yunqing explained a little to Shu Ange, she nodded and said, "Thank you Chongxu Zhenren for explaining, it is said that there are 162 wooden figures hidden in the Yixiangtai?"

Shu Ange's eyes were sparkling, and he asked questions with great interest.

"The armillary sphere is placed in the middle layer, and the lower layer is divided into five layers. Wooden figures are placed in the wooden pavilions on each floor. At certain times, wooden figures will come out to play bells, drums or musical instruments, which can be used to observe time."

Isn't this structure really a clock? Shu Ange was surprised, and felt that the ancients were amazingly intelligent.

She walked around the platform, put her palms together and smiled: "What a delicate instrument. After returning to the palace, I must study the structural drawings of the water transport platform."

On rainy days, it is not suitable to enter it for stargazing, otherwise Shu Ange will definitely ask Quan Yunqing to accompany him in.

"It's not early, Miss Xie, please return it earlier."

When Shu Ange gave the eviction order to Zhou Yong, the son of Prince Xuan, she only felt refreshed.

She put away the smile on her face and showed a worried look: "Chongxu Zhenren, I have something to ask the real person for advice."

"What's the matter?"

Quan Yunqing's eyes were as clear as water, and there was no sense of aggression.

"I have some superficial research on divination techniques. When I calculated the celestial phenomena recently, I predicted that the south will suffer from drought next year, and I am distressed about this."

Shu Ange didn't wait for Quan Yunqing to answer, and murmured: "Everyone knows that the north is prone to drought and the south is prone to floods. But I have calculated several times, and I have calculated that the south will suffer from drought next year."

Her words made Quan Yunqing secretly surprised.

It is extremely difficult to calculate the number of changes in the situation, let alone predict the weather of the coming year.

Jiuxiao Palace started out with the technique of divination, and Quan Yunqing is even better than the blue. Despite this, he had only passed the weather conditions reported by various places a few days ago, and by observing the astronomical phenomena, he calculated that there would be a severe drought in the south next year.

Xie Zhaohua is not from the Taoist sect, and he can figure this out by studying the techniques of divination by himself. How can it not be surprising.

"Master, heaven is impermanent, and the floods and droughts are very predictable. I also calculated recently that there will be a drought in the south next year. After the disaster is confirmed in the beginning of autumn, it will be reported to the court."

Quan Yunqing pointed out Shu Ange's identity in one sentence, and never addressed her again with three words thanks to the girl.

"It seems that I did the math right, but just thinking about this, I feel even more sad in my heart. Don't call me the princess, just call me Zhaohua."

The people almost regarded Chongxu Zhenren as a **** and descended to the world, and it is not surprising that he can calculate her true identity.

"It's not early, if the county master wants to observe the sky, he might as well visit another day."

Quan Yunqing wanted to make another divination, so he opened his mouth to see off the guest.

Shu Ange didn't insist on staying any longer: "Thank you for the guidance, I borrowed the bamboo umbrella and returned it to the door another day."

"Fengyi County Lord, Pindao has one more word. The County Lord is a star-moving Xianchi this year, and his life is a peach blossom. It is best to think more about the matter of marriage."

Chongxu Zhenren really has real skills, and even these are difficult to calculate.

Shu Ange smiled and asked back, "Thank you for the suggestion, have you ever considered your marriage? It's getting late, so Zhaohua will retire first."

She has peach blossoms this year, and even more peach blossoms.

However, Quan Yunqing was in this mountain, so he was afraid that the emotional entanglement between the two could not be calculated.

The lake and mountains are different gardens, with continuous pavilions and green water.

Fan Yanran, wearing a hood and a light yellow green shirt, hurriedly got off the carriage.

She was very dissatisfied with Prince Su's son, and used a lot of tricks to get him to turn his attention to the fourth sister.

It's ridiculous that the fourth sister thought that a marriage was born from the sky, and dreamed of flying on the branches to become a phoenix.

It is not uncommon for a superficial and lecherous man like Zhou Yongqi to be the emperor.

She held the curtain and hat in her hand, and after looking forward to it, she confirmed that there was no one around, and then entered the garden through the corner gate.

After she got married, it became more and more difficult for her to go out, and a stern look flashed in Fan Yanran's eyes.

She must accept Prince Xuan as a minister under her skirt as soon as possible, and let him do things for her willingly.

After entering the inner courtyard, Fan Yanran smelled the strong smell of alcohol, frowned slightly, and lifted the curtain, revealing a small face full of pity.

"Sir, drinking too much hurts your health, you should drink less."

Her eyes were shining, and she stretched out her slender hand, blocking Zhou Yongcheng's continued pouring of wine.

"Why? This Wang Wentao's military strategy is not as good as those rice buckets. Just because of Xie Zhaohua's words, His Majesty treats me with cold eyes."

Zhou Yongcheng's eyes were red and resentment stirred in his chest.

"Prince, you are only eight fights tall, and your martial arts are superb. That's why Your Majesty is more afraid of you. Your Majesty is frail and naturally doesn't want to support an overly capable prince."

Fan Yanran recognized herself as Zhuge, and pointed out the reason why Zhou Yongcheng was not favored.

"It turns out that I am a seven-foot man, but I can't see it as thoroughly as you, a woman."

Zhou Yongcheng's face turned a little red, he drank another glass of wine with a wry smile, and his grief and anger could not be concealed in his blurred eyes.

"Why should the prince underestimate himself, and there is no heir today. It is necessary to choose one of several princes to stand. You only need to show your talents, let the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty see it, and you are afraid that no one will support it?"

Fan Yanran's words reminded Zhou Yongcheng that the current sage must choose the crown prince from several princes.

As long as he can find out the shortcomings of the other people and make them lose the possibility of succession, His Majesty can only choose him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yongcheng laughed and said: "Those who know me are Yanran, and I am born with talents. Yanran, when I become a major event, I will promise you a smashing richness."

Fan Yanran sat on the stone bench with a bit of anger in her eyes: "Prince, how could Yanran be someone who covets wealth. If it wasn't for the prince, I would have—"

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