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Chapter 77 Wen Wang Detains and Plays the Book of Changes (610) Please order a monthly ticket!
Zishou laughed loudly, pointed at Ji Chang and said with a smile:

"It's a good one to die one day earlier than Gu."

"You're trying to keep Gu from killing you, not daring to kill you, and you have to protect you."

Ji Chang knelt down and said, "Chang dare not."

The conversation between Zishou and Ji Chang made all civil and military officials feel cold and shivering.

Every word Ji Chang said was like walking in an abyss, and if he was not careful, his body would be smashed to pieces.

To be able to intrigue and intrigue with the king here.

It is worthy of being a prince.

Zishou laughed and said:

"Remove Xibohou's iron chain, stand up and talk."

Ji Chang was taken aback when he heard the words, but Zishou's attitude suddenly made a 180-degree turn.

After Zishou finished speaking, an official in front of the palace walked out and took off the iron chains on Ji Chang's legs.

Ji Chang knelt down to thank him again and again, then stood up tremblingly.

Zishou lay on the throne, looked at Ji Chang lazily, and said:

"Xi Bo, Gu Ye has a little understanding of divination and deduction."

"Xi Bohou's life, Gu once counted it for you."

"The hexagram shows that you are 97 years old, and you are dying."

When Zishou's voice fell, Ji Chang was taken aback.

He looked at Zi Shou in disbelief, and suddenly heard him speak slowly again:
"Gu also made a divination for himself, saying that the country will be extinct in just one pass, and the delay will not last for four or seven years. When it dies in the flames, it will not end well."

"Xi Bohou, is the calculation accurate?"

Ji Chang had just stood up, and his muscles and bones were not yet active. When he heard Zishou's words, he was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head, and shouted:
"Longevity is boundless!"

The civil and military officials were also frightened to death. They all knelt on the ground and shouted:

"Your Majesty has a long life without bounds, how can you say death lightly!"

Zishou curled his lips and said:

"Get up."

"A thousand-year-old bastard, a ten-thousand-year tortoise. How can a mere mortal live forever?
"You think Gu is Wen Taishi?"

"Don't talk about Wanshou, if I have not died in 47 years alone, I am afraid that the gods in the sky will not be able to sit still."

Wen Zhong was speechless, and thought:
The veteran can only live for a thousand years, and he is not a bastard.

However, he dared not say that.

Ji Chang's hands were hidden under his sleeves, trembling violently.

He finally understood at this moment.

It turns out that the king knows everything.

Your Majesty knows his own fate, even more accurately than what he deduced.

It's no wonder that the king is targeting Xiqi everywhere, and targeting him everywhere.

Ji Chang was in doubt.

Why can the king also perform divination?
Could it be that he also had to meet the immortals to pass on the innate numbers?

Ji Chang couldn't figure it out.

When Ji Chang was thinking wildly, he thought that he would die for sure, but who would have thought that Zishou stood up suddenly, and his voice resounded through the Jiujian Hall.

"Xibo Hou Jichang was ordered to put down the rebellion in Beihai. On the way, he encountered rebels and made a wrong judgment, which caused the rebels to go south and disturb China."

"You will be punished alone for the crime of delaying the military situation, and you will be imprisoned for seven years."

"Ji Chang, you can plead guilty."

Hearing this, Ji Chang froze on the spot.

Di Xin didn't kill him! ?

why! ?

However, he knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so he quickly knelt down to accept the order to thank him.

"The sinful minister accepts the decree to thank you!"

Zishou waved his hand:

"Take it away."

"The officers and men of Chongzhou traveled all the way, rested in Chaoge for a few days, and then returned to Chongzhou to report their orders."

Seeing that Ji Chang was escorted out of the Nine Halls, Zishou said calmly:
"What will happen in Xiqi tomorrow will be published on the front page of the residence newspaper and spread to the world."

"Wen Tian stay, let's go."

All civil and military officials dispersed, Wen Tian followed Zishou tremblingly to the imperial study under the guidance of the officials in front of the palace.

As soon as he entered the imperial study, he saw a blank sheet of paper spread out on top of the ten-thousand-year-old red sandalwood copy.

A few words were written on the paper, in cursive handwriting.

He just glanced at it, and his mind shook like a thunder.

There are only a few words in this sentence, but every word is full of conspiracy and tricks.

Wen Tian couldn't help but read out:
"Once Xiqi is destroyed, the general situation will change, and there will be major changes in the future, which will not be good for me."

"Therefore, relying on son Gao, he chose a city to be the capital to ascend the throne, and the concubine's son Shu supervised the country, and the country was named Eastern Zhou, in order to split Zhou Fang's national fortune."

After Wen Tianzhen finished reading, the shock in his heart could not be calmed down for a long time, when Zishou's faint voice sounded.

"Oh?"

"Is this the famous Chaoge elder Xiaoge?"

Wen Tian quickly knelt down to salute, and inadvertently saw Zi Shou holding a book in his hand, with two words written on it.

"Book of Changes."

……

The next day.

Yuli City.

The escort officer pressed Ji Chang to the forbidden mansion, and the road was full of military and civilian elders watching the excitement.

"Look, this is Ji Chang, who let the rebels go south and stole his house."

"The rumored virtuous prince of the West has only this ability... You can see that he is old and frail, and his spirit is sluggish. Why don't you hurry up and abdicate."

"It is said that Marquis Xibo comprehends the innate gossip, which can be used for divination of good and bad luck. The name is not worthy of the name."

……

Hearing the reprimands from the surrounding villagers, Ji Chang always felt inexplicable pain in his heart.

This feeling was like his destiny, falling from the sky to the underworld.

He cherished his reputation all his life, and his virtuous name spread everywhere.

Shouldn't those who greeted him here be laughter, drums and music, villagers leading sheep and wine, and capturing Taoist kneeling to welcome him?

Why is everyone scolding him?

What he did in his life was nothing more than obeying the destiny, what did he do wrong?
Ji Chang looked up to the sky and sighed.

Innate numbers, can't calculate the things in the world?
Amidst the onlookers of the villagers in Yuli, Ji Chang hastily hid in the forbidden mansion.

late at night.

The guard retreated.

Ji Chang alone recalled the experience of going to Beihai, and suddenly he felt something, and threw down the tortoise shell in his hand, divining a divination.

Looking at the hexagram, he murmured to himself:

"Seven years of hardships in the city, the hexagrams and lines have changed one by one; the mystery has penetrated the innate secrets, and the great sage name has been passed down through the ages."

"This is actually the old man's place where dead trees are in spring."

After all, he looked at the innate numbers on the ground and fell into deep thought.

After a long time.

said slowly.

"Today is the ninth day, don't use Qianlong."

As soon as the horoscope came out, Xiqi's collapsed national fortune trembled, and after Haotian ordered God to send God into the week, it rose again by a few points.

Fire Cloud Cave.

The tortoise shell in Emperor Fuxi's hand suddenly trembled.

He faintly saw two words in his eyes.

"Zhou Yi."

Fu Xi frowned and said:
"Destiny has been dialed back again."

"Who is messing with the destiny of the gods?"

……

Seven days later.

Chaoge City.

There is a teahouse.

It's called Tongfu.

Here is a storyteller who talks about major events in the world every day, ancient books and strange stories.

Ding Guangxian had listened to it for a day yesterday and was very interested. Today he swaggered in early and sat in the front seat.

In front of him was a high platform, on which stood a middle-aged man.

This person is dressed in fine clothes, unshaven and unkempt, but handsome in appearance and extraordinary in temperament.

In the eyes, there is a rebellious and unruly feeling, quite a feeling that he does not put the world in his eyes.

He was standing in front of a long table with a horizontal bar, a cup of tea, a stack of papers, and a folding fan in his hand, talking eloquently.

Under the high stage.

Dozens of tables were set up, surrounded by hundreds of people, and the second and third floors were full of guests.

There was even someone occupying a seat in the tavern opposite.

They were all listening intently at this moment, and they didn't even make any noise.

"Father Chaoge can tolerate me, and won't let the world make money!"

"Let's continue talking about Naxiqi."

"The words are divided into two ends!"

"Let's say that Xibo Hou Jichang was escorted back to Chaoge, and the king asked him to calculate how long he can live!"

"The king said, if you calculate correctly, Gu will kill you. If you calculate wrong, Gu will do as you wish."

After the middle-aged man's voice fell, everyone off the court gasped, and someone spoke in shock.

"How is this right, and you still want to kill him?"

The handsome middle-aged man limped, walked to the table and took a sip of water, saying:

"I also had this question at the time, so I asked the king. Guess what the king said?"

The audience asked in unison: "How do you say?"

(End of this chapter)