After resigning, I switched to fortune-telling

Chapter 29

Xie Shizi held his face and thought about it seriously for a while, making sure that Qingtai Terrace did not have any secret prison in his memory. From the beginning of its establishment to the death of the old emperor, it was the residence of the favorite concubine.

He fell into a long silence while this fact took possession of his mind.

"........."

The fingers under the sleeves curled up slightly, Xie Tangru didn't even know where to put them.

So... humiliation?

He lowered his eyes, thinking a little coldly.It was hard for Xie Tangru to imagine the intention of His Highness Cheng Wang to lock him in the green terrace.

Because of her over-the-top looks, Xie Tangru has encountered many covets since she was young.If it wasn't for the protection of Wei Guogong's son status, then Xie Tangru's fate can be imagined.

Thinking of some unpleasant past events, Xie Tangru's fingers tightened bit by bit.

If Shang Qingyao really has the same thoughts about him as those people for this reason... Xie Tangru slowly raised the corners of his lips and sneered slightly.

As for the other possibility, he ignored it intentionally or unintentionally.

……

When Xie Tangru woke up from the dream, he had a splitting headache. He rubbed his forehead, and went to Zhang Xianshi, who was exhaling the fresh air in the back garden, to interpret his dream.

Zhang Xianshi looked at his face carefully, and asked tentatively, "Can you tell me about your dream in detail?"

Xie Tangru deleted what happened in the dream and summarized it into one sentence: "The immortal master told me before that if I continue to fall into this vortex, I will end in misery - I dreamed about my end last night. "

The word "end" already reveals a bad connotation.

Zhang Xianshi, who had some understanding of the son's nature, continued to ask more cautiously: "...the son dreamed of his own ending?"

Xie Tangru sighed, "How does the Taoist think that a loser like me should end?"

His words are too misleading, Zhang Xianshi really showed compassion and sympathy like Xie Shizi wished - after all, it is always a pity that a character who has both ambition and skill fails because of his doomed fate.

"You don't have to worry too much, it's just a dream after all. If you are willing to withdraw in time, follow the poor way of practice, and ignore the worldly past, maybe you can get rid of the original ending."

Master Zhang Xian said with a kind voice, persuading him.

Xie Tangru: "Even the immortal master can't guarantee it? It's just maybe?"

Master Zhang Xian pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "There is a way to the destiny, the world is impermanent, and no one can intervene. We can only do our best to obey the destiny."

"I see, thank you Master Xian for clarifying the confusion." Xie Tangru nodded slightly, but the smile in his eyes gradually faded away, showing a bit of indifference for no reason.

Confirming again and again that nothing could be found from Master Zhang Xian, Xie Tangru went back to the room and slowly practiced two pieces of calligraphy. The silver hook was painted on the iron, and the force penetrated the back of the paper. The blurred ink reflected that he did not have such a peaceful heart.

Jianshuang closed the door and came over: "There is a change in King Cheng's army in Yuzhou, and they are approaching the capital."

Xie Tangru's hand holding the pen paused slightly.

"Is he ready to do it?"

"It should be." Jianshuang replied, "According to the time when the news was transmitted, King Cheng will be able to arrive at the Imperial Capital before noon tomorrow."

She kept a strict eye, and her tone of voice was almost undulating, like a most sophisticated instrument.

The news was delivered in a timely manner—Shang Qingyao's actions were too unpredictable, and because of the subtle feelings in Xie Tangru's heart recently, he didn't want to think about Shang Qingyao's thoughts so much that the people in Yuzhou were completely Receive messages passively.

So much time is enough for Xie Tangru to think about how to deal with it.

Xie Tangru stopped writing after listening, thought for a while and said, "Call Xie Yuan in."

Xie Yuan was the head of the secret guard of Duke Wei's mansion. When Xie Tangru was a child, he learned from his father to cultivate his own network and power, and pulled Xie Yuan out of a group of skinny little radish heads.At that time, Xie Yuan didn't understand the sinister truth of the human heart, so Xie Tangru tricked him back to Duke Wei's mansion with a piece of cake.

Xie Yuan's appearance can even be called handsome, but his face is too bland and has no memory, which is very suitable for hiding in the dark.

But most of the time, Xie Tangru didn't treat him as a dark guard, but as the royal guard on the bright side.

"How is the situation in the palace?" Xie Tangru asked.

Xie Yuan's voice was as dull as his appearance, like a ladle of colorless and odorless water.

"Except for Xuanwumen, the entrances to the other three imperial palaces have been banned, and the Royal Forest Army has been mobilizing frequently in the past two days."

Unlike Jianshuang, he never added a word of his own speculation or judgment.

"There will be some movement from the Imperial Forest Army at night." Xie Tangru tapped the table with his finger, and said in a calm voice, "King Cheng... I almost forgot that the commander of the Imperial Forest Army has a very close relationship with His Royal Highness Cheng Wang."

If the Imperial Forest Army took action tonight, Shang Qingyao and the army would arrive at the Imperial Capital without waiting until noon tomorrow.

——Tomorrow morning at the latest, King Cheng will definitely arrive.

Xie Tangru slowly came to a conclusion in his heart.

And definitely not until noon tomorrow.

I'm afraid his people were also misled by His Royal Highness Cheng Wang.Xie Tangru couldn't help laughing, he really didn't misread Shang Qingyao, he was indeed an opponent worthy of being taken seriously.

"What does the prince plan to do?"

Xie Yuan asked word by word.

Xie Tangru blinked, took the longbow on the wall, casually tried the bowstring, drew the bow and set an arrow, and a polished arrow with bright red tassels pointed straight at the direction of the head of the dark guard.

There was a slight smile in his voice: "Cheng Wang Cheng Wang, this title is really interesting."

The head of the dark guard didn't blink his eyes. Even if Xie Tangru really decided to draw his bow and was pointed at by the arrow, his body would not dodge. Even if Xie Tangru really wanted to kill him, the head of the dark guard would not dodge. Instead, send life directly.

"Departure tomorrow morning." He said in a crisp voice, and put away the bow and arrow.What caught the attention of the head of the dark guard was that Xie Tangru did not put the bow back to its original position.

The head of the dark guard's eyes flickered slightly.

.........

The next morning.

Xie Tangru found a window seat on the second floor of a restaurant and sat down. From this window, one could just see the city gate and the spacious and tidy streets.

This is the place with the best view on the whole street - especially today, Xie Tang chose this location after thousands of choices.

He stroked the longbow slowly with his fingers, his eyes darkened.

At the moment, there was no one in the restaurant, so no one noticed that he was carrying such a dangerous weapon.There were only two or three tables of people eating breakfast beside Xie Tangru, and he didn't need to pay attention to hear what they were talking about.

Zhangkou is the name that Xie Tangru doesn't want to hear so much now.

"I heard that His Royal Highness Cheng Wang will return to Beijing soon."

"Isn't King Cheng the god of war in the northern frontier? He's going back to the capital now, what if the Turks come to burn, kill and loot?"

Another crisp little girl's voice sounded: "Brother, idiot, His Royal Highness Cheng Wang has such a great reputation, those Turkic people must be afraid of his reputation and dare not take the liberty to commit crimes."

"King Cheng's reputation is indeed high." Several people looked at each other and smiled, and the elder among them hugged his seven or eight-year-old sister on his lap and coaxed her with a smile, "Even our little Aping knows that His Royal Highness Cheng Wang A good guy who drives the bad guys away."

Someone interrupted with a smile: "Who doesn't know our Highness Chengwang now, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid the Turkic people would have invaded the hinterland of the Central Plains long ago."

"His Highness King Cheng is a true hero."

"My brother has worked under King Cheng, and their most thorny ones are also submissive in front of King Cheng."

"His Royal Highness is extraordinary."

"If it weren't for His Royal Highness Cheng Wang, I don't know if the people on the border can survive!"

"King Cheng is our protector!"

"........."

Xie Tangru listened, and his expression, which could still maintain a smile, gradually became stiff, and in the end, he could not see his expression clearly at all.

Even the curvature of the corners of the lips was flattened bit by bit, making her face look expressionless.

He stared at the table and slowly grasped the longbow.

At the same time, the gates of the city opened wide.

The leader, a man in white silver armor, came on horseback, and behind him was a white banner fluttering in mid-air.

That was the flag of the three northern frontier states, and it had been closely associated with Shang Qingyao's name a few years ago.

Even though the position of supremacy is close at hand, this prince who was exiled by the former emperor, far away from the center of power, and is believed to be a bird of honor sooner or later, His Royal Highness Cheng Wang, never shows a trace of arrogance.

It seemed that what he was going to face was just an unusual return to Beijing to report on his work.

Xie Tang, who was condescending and had a panoramic view of everything, seemed to let go of the longbow, hold it again and again, and so on.

The author has something to say: I fixed it a bit.