Chapter 309: Eating One Pitfall After Another

Actually, you can't blame him for his incessant questioning......

Right?

Fucuozi scratching his heart and liver, consoling himself——

After all, dying of starvation is simply too cruel, too cruel.

Those born and raised on this land mostly know the value of food.

Ordinary people encountering a begging orphan might harden their hearts and walk away, but if the orphan is skin and bones, shaking a broken bowl, begging for a bite of food......

No matter how hard or difficult ordinary people's lives are, as long as they can afford to cook a pot, they will usually give a bite of food.

It's just, just a mouthful of cow's milk.

It's not like they broke heavenly law.

No, even if they broke heavenly law, if a dying child wants a sip, just give it to them.

Why go to such trouble?

Fucuozi is just afraid that after a thousand years, things will have changed and people will be gone; the other party might not even know where Profound Feather Mountain is, otherwise they'd probably have to ask for the exact mountain range direction, and then a few days earlier—no, at least two years earlier—to go to the mountain to raise cattle......

Another faint sigh.

The sky light is about to break through, all things yin waning, yang waxing.

Beneath the vast sky, a lone cloud looms dimly, only a deathly silence remains.

Fucuozi waited patiently again, then discovered that the Profound Mirror on the other side didn't know what had happened again, and for a long time there was no further response.

What on earth is wrong with the Profound Mirror today?

Why is it always hemming and hawing?

It can't be that they're still lying to him, making up answers to whatever he asks, can it?!

Then he wouldn't be, eating one pitfall after another, eating pitfall after pitfall......

He's just a little Daoist who knows a bit of the Way; don't play mind games with him like that!

Fucuozi's anxious waiting, yet still struggling to suppress and balance the imminent collapse of yin and yang qi——

What sins did he commit in his past life to end up with all this trouble in this life? (〃＞＜)

Hurry up and speak!

I'm dying of anxiety, I'm dying of anxiety!

This time he mobilized a lot of purple qi from the Empress's body; such a thing, even for an emperor, is not inexhaustible—you can't just say you have it and have it.

Just as ordinary families collect rainwater in jars, the water in the jar can be freely used, but once it's truly used up, they must wait for the next rain to accumulate......

This time he meditated with his head on her knees, but the Empress still doesn't know how long she'll need to make up for......

What if it takes a few years or even decades—what then?

It would be better to extract more information now.

Even if it's made up, hurry up and make something up for him!

The room remained utterly silent, but if Du Shanü woke up, she would see Fucuozi, asleep on her knees, with a scrunched-up bun face, his whole body covered in the big characters 【urgent urgent urgent】.

Fucuozi's physical body is like this, so his soul is naturally even more anxious; pacing around the bed several times, he finally waited for what he was waiting for.

The Profound Mirror flickered faintly, then slowly revealed the characters——

【...... gave the order to surround and attack, that was exactly the Empress's intention.

At that time, Chen Weifang was already old and faded, long out of favor; the Empress grew tired of this person and simply cast them aside, along with their remaining followers......

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Oh no!

Again, these characters have been deliberately twisted by the heavenly dao, making them completely incomprehensible!

Fucuozi secretly thought it was bad, wanting to grasp the last trace of lingering yin qi in the surroundings to balance the nascent yang qi around him.

However, however——

"Gurgle——"

From far away, a rooster's loud crow rang out, the early sun dispersing the last faint trace of yin between heaven and earth......

The sky, it's bright.

Fucuozi covered his face, let out a deep sigh, finally lowered his body slowly, sinking into his true form.

Outside, the sky was already faintly light, but the soul's return still needed adjustment, so before him was naturally pitch black.

In the boundless loneliness, Fucuozi, still unwilling to give up, began to calculate the last words spoken by the Profound Mirror.

He felt his brain wasn't that smart, so he simply discarded the incomprehensible characters, focusing only on the first few sentences, trying to slowly dissect them.

But even if he examined it character by character, for him—no, perhaps for everyone in the world——

The four words "mother wants to kill her child" carry an extremely heavy weight.

After all, it's the first child; as long as it's not unforgivable evil, even if a big mistake is made, it's likely to be forgiven.

Moreover......

Moreover, Fucuozi had once calculated the Empress's fate; her destiny was clearly one of deep loyalty, fiercely protective of her own, and bearing a heroic spirit......

The fate is stable, showing no signs of turmoil in the bloodline.

Since he already knew the person behind the Profound Mirror, and had his own thoughts, all those words should be guessed as half-truth, half-false.

In this first sentence, the claim that the Empress personally gave the order has a 99.99% probability, and can be judged as a lie.

The Profound Mirror perhaps wanted to conceal the person who killed Yuanlong, or perhaps simply didn't want him to speculate about the other party's flawless 'Shuyi'?

In short, this sentence is false.

And the next sentence, Chen Weifang is old and faded......

Chen Weifang, Sir Chen, is probably the scholar who gave him some guidance, whose temperament and appearance are quite good.

He had examined the other's fate and cast divinations; the other would indeed enjoy a period of full favor, but at the end there would be some turbulence, making a good ending extremely difficult.

This actually matches what Xuanzhan said.

The other party did not know who Yuan Long's birth father was, always suspecting Chen Weifang, and so with a casual remark about advancing age and fading looks, they brushed the matter aside.

But Xuanzhan doesn't know; he, however, knows that Chen Weifang is not Yuan Long's birth father—Chinu is.

Therefore, Chen Weifang's loss of favor could not possibly be related to "advancing age and fading looks."

Perhaps something else happened later.

Was it involvement in court affairs, with differing policies?

Or was it outward compliance but inner defiance, provoking Her Majesty?

That's right.

That's right.

Earlier calculations also showed that Chen Weifang's fate was not one of passive submission.

Although he appears to have a cool, mild demeanor that anyone could bully, the Seven Killings in his fate are actually quite fierce.

Perhaps it is precisely because Chen Weifang provoked Her Majesty, lost imperial favor, and Yuan Long's lowly status caused the empress to gradually become partial, shifting her affection to another biological child.

But doing so would create an even greater disaster.

If Yuan Long were born this year, he would surely be unable to escape the fate of fighting for the empire alongside the empress.

Perhaps everything is just like the Taizong of old.

Back then, Taizong earned merit with blood and sweat, leading the troops to conquer half the realm, but after Taizu founded the dynasty, he forcibly appointed the rather unremarkable Deposed Crown Prince Huang as crown prince.

He would certainly be unwilling.

He certainly would be unwilling.

An eldest son who followed his mother in battle all the way, yet in the end failed to receive the honor he deserved—what good son is that?

Finally driven to desperation, wanting to emulate Taizong in a last-ditch effort, that is quite understandable.

Of course, there is also another possibility.

It wasn't that Chen Weifang first lost the emperor's heart; rather, this person believed the crown prince position rightfully belonged to Yuan Long, and thus risked his life to contend...

In the end, he lost everything.

He lost imperial favor, and his rebellion was defeated.

Perhaps the empress ultimately wanted the child to return.

Only regrettably, by that time Shu Yi's power had already grown great.

Yuan Long, Chinu, Chen Weifang...

Perhaps there are still many nameless lost souls.

In the very end, they still died amidst that sky-filling snowstorm.

As for when he earlier told Chinu's fortune, he determined that the other had abundant hidden virtue and surely had relatives making offerings...

Perhaps that "close relative" is not Yuan Long at all.

One must know that a husband and wife are also close relatives!

After the incident at Profound Feather Mountain, only the empress remained in the world to offer sacrifices to them.

?? Gazing south toward Osmanthus Water, I weep for my departed ones...

? Quick praise me I can write! Quick praise me I can write! o(╥﹏╥)o Originally there wasn't much achievement; if there's no Baby heat violence, the author will really just drop dead and die!