The Road of the Queen

On this bright spring morning, two or three orioles stood on the branches and chirped.The breeze in the small courtyard is gentle, and the fragrance of flowers is faint, which makes people intoxicated physically and mentally.But the beautiful morning was also ruined by Yin Chen's ghostly screams, he spit out a mouthful of soy milk: "What did you say? Count the days?"

Yin Yuting was picking pickles for him, and just now he said casually: "Actually, I invited the Taoist priest to come, and I want you to count the days for me." As a result, the following paragraph of scolding came.

"You, you, you are so brave! You even dare to inquire about the number of days. Of course, it's not that I can't figure it out, but are you, an ordinary person, worthy of knowing the number of days? Besides, you want to see the fate of heaven with just a word You are ashamed to say it. Do you know that every year the devout men and women who go to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha donate a lot of money and don’t necessarily get their own fate. You are lucky, counting your fate is not your own, but counting the number of days. .You don't take a pee to see what kind of bear you are..."

Yin Yuting frowned and endured it at first, then grinned and tried to bear it, finally couldn't bear it any longer, threw the chopsticks he was holding on the table, and waved his arms: "Since the Taoist priest doesn't want to help, I can't force him to stay." Long, please go ahead.” Immediately issued an order to evict the guest.

Yin Chen didn't care at all, he stabbed a stool, and said slowly: "Although you are such a bear, I didn't say that I wouldn't help."

Yin Yuting almost didn't let this Yao Dao Qi vomit blood, his stomach full of anger had nowhere to vent, and finally his face turned red with anger.But he still sat there calmly, and asked calmly: "In that case, please ask the Taoist priest to calculate which of the twelve princes in the current dynasty can become the Ninth Five-Year King?" I'll bear with this misery first. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and I will scold him back sooner or later.

Yin Chen took a bite of the small pickles, and spit them out again with a puff: "What is this? It made my teeth sour. Yin Liulang, why don't your pickles belong to Widow Tao?"

Yin Yuting's face was full of black lines. Widow Tao's pickled vegetables were a court tribute, and only royals and nobles could eat them. This guy is really good at picking.He stretched out his left hand and clenched it into a half fist, put it under the tip of his nose, pretended to cough a few times and didn't answer.

Yinchen glanced at it, knew what it meant, put down his chopsticks with a snort, and said, "It's not twelve, it's thirteen." Then he said, "There's another one who hasn't been born in the concubine's belly."

Yin Yuting's eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "What did you say!"

Yinchen jumped up from his body, walked upright for two steps, and put on an air of immortality.The spring sun was shining brightly, and the soft sunlight shone on his pink face, and his semicircular eyes were full of broken light.The silk robe is automatic without wind, and the wide sleeves of the robe are billowed, which makes him elegant and dusty, so that he really has a Taoist demeanor.

"The heaven, the earth, and the universe have already been predestined in the dark. It doesn't matter whether the world believes in it or not."

When Yin Yuting heard this, he understood: "I know."

Only Yin Chen laughed, very contemptuously, and said faintly: "Unfortunately, the Taoist priest has always been very interested in violating the number of days."

The two servant girls, Xiaoqing and Xiaohong, came to clean up the breakfast and brought tea along the way.With the fragrance of tea and the elegant breeze, Yinchen's voice seemed to be as deep and magnetic as that night, "In Yin Liulang's opinion, who among the princes can become the Ninth Five-Year King?"

Without thinking, Yin Yuting said, "Eldest Prince——Li Changping. He is the eldest son of the direct line. The emperor should make him the crown prince, and he will succeed him as the emperor in the future."

Yin Chen nodded and smiled: "Then Li Changping has a phoenix neck and dragon head, the face of heaven and man, he is indeed the next emperor."

Yin Yuting curled his lips slightly, knowing that his words were just throwing bricks to attract others, so he asked: "But the eldest prince's court doesn't have my seat, right? Then what should I do?"

Yin Chen said sternly: "That depends on what Yin Liulang thinks." Then he said: "If you want to be a commoner, you can hang out with the first prince, and if you want to be a low-level official, you can hang out with the fourth prince. If Yin Liulang still wants to gain power and conspire with the world... it is only possible if he hangs out with the third prince!"

Yin Yuting was startled and said, "Cheng Wang Li Chunqiu!?"

Yin Chen said: "That's right, it's him." Slowly raising the teacup, he took a sip leisurely: "But it's just possible, it's just possible!"

Yin Yuting lowered his face, a pair of dark eyes flashed dimly: "Thank you, Daoist, for your reminder."

Yin Chen pretended to calculate, and then said with a sly smile: "I forgot to say that there is another possibility for Yin Liulang to hang out with the third prince."

"Please tell the priest."

"Before the age of 25, you will be sentenced to death in a kiln. In other words, if you hang out with the third prince, you will die faster! Hehehe..."

"Pfft..." Yin Yuting's face was black and his palms were covered with sweat.

The Taoist priest Yinchen raised his short eyebrows, his semicircular eyes were shining, and he looked at Yin Yuting who was bowing his head and thinking evilly, "Liulang of the Yin family, do you want to give it a try?"

Yin Yuting turned his face slightly, his eyes were cold and stubborn: "Since the Taoist priest has given some advice, of course I will try."

The sun melted into the thin morning mist, dispelling the mist.In the photo, Yin Yuting's face was like a green lotus, and his eyes were like stars. He suddenly smiled, as if a spring blossomed in an instant: "I just want to be a favorite, and I want to put the world under my feet."

Yin Chen smiled and replied: "Okay, okay, since Yin Liulang has made up his mind, I wish you good luck."

Yin Yuting said: "Thank you."

But Yinchen sighed faintly: "Going against the number of days and changing your fate against the sky is not something ordinary people can do. You must endure pain and torture that ordinary people can't bear."

Yin Yuting said in a deep voice: "I also know that this is extremely difficult to do, so I can only try my best."

Yinchen smiled and said: "I counted the number of days for you as a reward." He pointed at Yin Yuting with his finger, and his red mouth turned blue-purple, and the color of his eyes seemed to be a little darker, revealing a cloudy look. Ruthless color. "I found out last night, Yin Liulang, your body is really good! When you die...you can give this body to me, okay?"

"Pfft..." Yin Yuting almost spit out the tea he just drank, his ears flushed with embarrassment, and he held back a sentence after a while: "How do I know when I'm going to die?"

"Oh, it's okay." Yin Chen narrowed his semicircular eyes slightly, and said with a smirk, "I can wait." After hearing this, Yin Yuting felt a chill, and looking at Yin Chen again seemed to see a rakshasa from hell.

You need to know the end, and I will break it down next time.