Holding an ordinary script, pretending to be a god in various worlds

The white-haired woman turned her face, her eyes turned into vertical pupils, and a few snake scales silently grew on her jade-white face. She looked at the emperor of the world as if hunting prey:

"Yes, the time has come."

Zhu Yuanzhang tried to test him: "Liu Xian's incense is very strong, maybe it will be more reliable if we accumulate it for a while."

To be honest, Lao Zhu is not sure what his mentality is. He feels both fearful and reluctant. Well, maybe he is more fearful.

"If I wait any longer, I will lose the courage to fight to the death, and then slowly sink into depravity until death. This time, even if I die, it will be what I asked for!"

Liu Xian flatly refused. She had to pass this level. This was also what Ling Xiao most desired in this world.

Ling Xiao was not afraid at all, but was eager to try.

At this time, all the other dragon sons and grandsons present looked over here, and no one paid attention to the people who were paddling the dragon boats with all their might in the lake.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who only said a few words without any sincere persuasion, said hypocritically in his heart:

Alas, I am worried about you too. You really don't know how to appreciate a good person.

At this time, Ling Xiao also noticed the royal family members who were peeping at him. He looked over and smiled maliciously with something in his heart moving.

Then everyone heard Liu Xian's voice, which became softer and more charming:

"Of course, regardless of whether I succeed or not, I am afraid that I will never see you again. At least we have a destiny. I will spy on the fate of your descendants for your majesty."

Let Zhu Yuanzhang take a good look at how many "good" emperors his family has produced.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a huge rock falling into the water, causing a thousand huge waves.

If you see your own destiny clearly, you can avoid bad choices and take the right path.

The fact that the fortune-telling industry has been enduring for thousands of years shows that it is human nature to want good luck and seek refuge.

Except for the concubines, all those present were descendants of Zhu Yuanzhang. They could no longer sit still and cast longing glances at the emperor.

The concubines also had children, so they were naturally uneasy. They all wanted His Majesty to agree quickly and let Liu Xian choose their own children to tell fortunes.

Zhu Yuanzhang hesitated for a while, and everyone was getting angry when they saw that he was still hesitating.

The prince's daughter: Dad, you are the best in the world, you have become the emperor. It's a pity that your children don't know what will happen to them in the future.

Concubine: Why is this old man still being so pretentious?

Liu Xian didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. She leaned over and said something in Queen Ma's ear. Everyone saw the Queen was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

My goodness! Except for Queen Ma’s children, everyone else was even more anxious.

Actually - what Liu Xian whispered was: "You found such a husband, who is not good-looking and has so many concubines and children."

Of course Queen Ma would laugh.

Finally, Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said, "I appreciate Liu Xian's kindness." After saying this, he couldn't wait to ask:

"Can I decide the fate of that descendant?"

Liu Xian immediately sneered, as if the emperor had said something ridiculous, and leaned back in his chair, soft and boneless:

"Do you think peeking into the future is some street trick that can be specified?"

"You have three chances. I will fish out three fragments of history. What you see depends on your luck."

As she spoke, Liu Xian slowly raised three fingers, her beautiful eyes wandered, and then she closed her eyes for a long time. After opening her eyes, she pointed at a group of Zhu Yuanzhang's descendants and said:

"First, among these people, there will be two emperors. One will be named Chengzu, and although his reputation is flawed, he can be called a wise ruler. The other will not be so good."

Liu Xian held her face with one hand, and her playful eyes wandered among the crowd. Zhu Yuanzhang had a bad feeling, and then he heard:

"Not only was his temple name Huizong, but he only sat on the throne for four years before he died."

Old Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously thought that the two emperors among his descendants present were his good eldest son and his good grandson.

Zhu Xiongying was sitting next to Zhu Biao. The father and son looked at each other and shared the same idea as Zhu Biao. At the same time, Zhu Di, who was a few seats away from them, did not think anything was wrong.

Given how partial my old man is, is it possible that he will pass the throne to them? No, they can't even dream about it.

However, the temple names of the two emperors, one is Chengzu and the other is Huizong, are very different.

Chengzu, those who have made great contributions and expanded the territory are called ancestor. Generally, those with the word "ancestor" are the founding emperors. Therefore, if the second-generation master of a dynasty can be called Chengzu, his achievements must be obvious, even comparable to those of the founding emperor.

Biao'er did a good job. Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his own prince with satisfaction and waved for someone to come over.

Zhu Biao pulled his son over and saluted Liu Xian. He didn't care when he was ignored. Instead, he sat down and looked at his son worriedly.

A trace of disappointment flashed across the emperor's majestic face, which made Zhu Xiongying feel sad.

He was very intelligent and already knew the metaphor of the emperor's temple name.

So he understood that he was a very poor emperor. Not to mention that he was only emperor for four years, it is possible that he died early, but the temple name Huizong reveals everything.

Compared with Chengzu, Huizong is a typical example of a literati writing in the Spring and Autumn style.

Hui, on the surface, seems to be a good word. One who is gentle and kind to the people is called Hui. One who loves the people and is friendly is called Hui. It is very good, isn't it?

But being a kind emperor is not considered good. If an emperor is truly benevolent to the point of loving his people like his own children, then he would have a better temple name, Renzong, such as Song Renzong Zhao Zhen.

It is conceivable that Huizong's posthumous title seemed to be a praise but was actually a criticism, and could be considered a neutral posthumous title at best!

As an emperor, although Zhu Yuanzhang was a rare person with great affection, he really loved Zhu Xiongying and was thinking at this time -

Would you like to see if there are any good ones among Biaoer’s sons?

Zhu Yuanzhang did not think he was cruel. Xiongying had been proven to be unfit to be emperor. Listen, he only lived for four years.

It would have been fine if he died young, but Zhu Yuanzhang had a more chilling guess - he was driven out by a rebellion by one of his uncles.

Although the meat is rotten in the pot and those who become emperors are my descendants, he wants the prince's lineage to inherit the throne more.

Let's put this aside for now. Zhu Yuanzhang asked:

"What achievements did this Chengzu have?" After saying this, Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at his other sons, fearing that someone would know what happened to Xiongying and become restless.

Humph, he wanted to use Liu Xian's mouth to let his sons know how powerful their eldest brother is. It doesn't matter if the eldest brother's son is not promising, he can just choose another one.