The killing monk's perception was so keen that he quickly noticed the appearance of his disciple.

It is like a magnet, firmly attracting several eyes from behind the gauze curtain.

"I clearly remember that I came to the palace earlier to preach. Those princesses and princesses all preferred white-faced scholars and Confucian scholars.

It’s only been more than ten years, how come the taste has changed?”

The old monk secretly thought that it was not good, if Jiulang became a prince-in-law, he would be a prince's horse.

Wouldn't it be completely hopeless to inherit the legacy of Huangjue Temple's hidden lineage?

"You are really young and promising, and you are flying wildly.

No wonder the prince often mentions that he admires you very much."

Queen Luo, who was sitting on the dragon and phoenix couch, looked very satisfied with her eyes.

At first glance, this young man from Fusi, Beizhen.

His eyebrows are as sharp as a knife, his eyes are sharp, and he is particularly energetic.

But this is just an appearance, take a closer look for a moment.

You will also find that you are calm inside, quite like still water running deep.

This magnanimity alone cannot be surpassed by the number of famous and meritorious generals in Tianjing City.

"I would like to thank the Queen."

Ji Yuan looked calm and cupped his hands again.

Three inches above his head, strong Qi surged violently.

Every time he met someone with a distinguished destiny, such a sign would appear.

When I met Bai Hanzhang before, [Wu Qu Qi Long] fate was firmly suppressed.

It will not be affected until you are promoted to the [Seven Stars on Foot] destiny.

The Imperial Dao Picture shook slightly, reflecting Empress Luo.

I saw a large area of ​​golden and purple luster, brilliant and brilliant, like the sun suddenly erupting.

【Luo Qiongying】

[Fate: Huangqi Wutong]

[Destiny number: noble person of the moon (gold), mother of a country (gold)

Hongluan Tianxi (purple), a prosperous husband will become a dragon (purple), a prosperous son will become a dragon (purple), and we will be united forever (purple)

Fewer diseases and fewer disasters (green), gold produces beautiful water (green), exquisite embroidery (green), pearls weep (white), oil is exhausted and lamps dry up (grey)]

[Lucky God: Colorful Red Bird]

"The Queen has a rare destiny of virtue, no wonder.

The husband will become a dragon, and the son will also become a dragon. He is truly the most noble among nobles!"

A look of surprise flashed across Ji Yuan's eyes.

After painstaking study, he became quite familiar with numerology.

The virtue of the moon is the sign of Taiyin, which indicates profound blessings.

If it coincides with Heaven's virtue, it is equivalent to the sun and moon shining down.

The strength of luck and the abundance of Qi are almost limitless.

If it is obtained by a woman, it will most likely be extremely prominent.

The Lord will give birth to noble sons, profit and wealth, and no harm.

But the most fearful thing is that evil spirits will attack you, and you should not get close to evil spirits and evil spirits.

"It's just that the golden and purple luck is mixed with an extremely stubborn and rich death energy.

It's like a dark cloud covering the sky that won't go away."

Ji Yuan's eyelids twitched slightly, feeling that Empress Luo was only afraid that she would die soon.

"It's somewhat unreasonable. People with noble virtues tend to live long and die well.

Moreover, there are many rare herbs in the palace that can prolong life, including great elixirs.

There is no reason why it will show signs of exhaustion or even irreversible decline."

The crisp and sweet jade chime struck twice again.

Queen Luo said softly:

"Give Ji Jiulang a seat."

Immediately, a palace maid brought a thick and soft nanmu stool, and Ji Yuan sat down quietly.

Queen Luo was sitting on the dragon and phoenix couch, as if chatting about everyday things.

He started to mention things about his family, whether he had any brothers or sisters, and whether he had any engagements.

At the same time, the princesses and princesses hidden behind gauze curtains and screens listened carefully.

Knowing that both Ji Yuannai's parents had died, his whole family had been lost in Liaodong, and only his second uncle was still alive.

Empress Luo couldn't help but show pity in her eyes. She was too old to hear such sad things.

She said a few words of comfort, and when she saw that none of the candles had been extinguished, she knew better.

I was about to order people to remove the gauze curtains and screens so that Ji Yuan could choose.

When doing things like matchmaking and marriage, one must be in love with each other.

The twisted melon is not sweet, but it is easy to create resentment.

"Donor Luo, I have something to say."

But the killing monk behind him couldn't sit still.

Nowadays, all the princesses and princesses are interested in their apprentices.

If Jiulang is interested again, the heir to the mantle he finally accepted will fly into the Bai family and become his son-in-law.

"Master Linji, why are you so anxious? Are you afraid that I will abduct your disciple?"

Queen Luo couldn't help but laugh.

"He has not been ordained and has not become a monk. He is a man of the secular world and an official in the imperial court.

We always have to consider the important matter of starting a family and starting a business, so what difference does it make if it happens sooner or later?"

The killing monk stood up slowly, lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name, and then said:

"Donor Luo has misunderstood. There are no taboos in Lao Na's lineage, and there is no commandment prohibiting his disciples from marrying and having children.

It's just that Donor Luo, you are determined to arrange a wedding, but you don't understand Jiulang's preferences.

He has always preferred older women..."

Master, you are slandering me!

Ji Yuan's face twitched and he refrained from speaking out in defense.

If you really become the prince's consort or the prince's horse in the Jing Dynasty, you will have no chance of having an official career in the future.

It took him so much effort to secure his seat in the Hundred Households.

How can all previous efforts be wasted by relying on the mountain of Heilongtai?

Anyway, rumors have long circulated among Beizhen Fusi that he only likes beautiful women and married women.

There are plenty of lice and no need to worry about debts. It is worth sacrificing a little reputation in exchange for not being forced to marry.

"As they are older...there are many in the clan.

He lost his parents when he was young, so he naturally prefers a woman who is better at running a household."

Empress Luo was not surprised, she knew that men have all kinds of strange habits.

Some people like the sweet and cute Xiaojiabiyu, while others prefer the dignified and elegant gentleness and tenderness.

Just like the taste of food, the choice of salty and sweet is just different.

"Donor Luo may have misunderstood. You don't know something. Jiulang is particularly fond of those widowed women who are already married. Everyone in Beizhen Fusi knows this."

The killing monk glanced sideways at his disciple, first cast an apologetic look, and then said angrily.

As soon as the words fell, the inside of the Nuan Pavilion suddenly became as quiet as death.

The gauze curtain, the whispers behind the screen, instantly subsided.

After a while, it was like a strong wind blowing, and all the lights and candles were extinguished.

The bright light in the room was dimmed and no longer what it was before.

The gazes that originally contained appreciation and intention shrank away.
To be continued...