Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 294 Prophecy
After Fang Zilan listened, she said with a solemn expression: "If the Miluo royal family is really afraid of Murong Xun, how can they let Murong live in the world?"

"Sister Xiu is smart." Zhen Zhu nodded slightly, "Murong Qing's frailty and sickness were purely tortured by the Miluo royal family. When Mrs. Chen was pregnant with Murong Qing, she was called into the palace every three days to serve tea to see the rules. Time is difficult labor, if Murong Xun hadn't prepared to seek a miracle doctor in the mansion, the mother and child would have died. Later Murong Qing grew up, and was often called into the palace for questioning, and the questioning lasted several hours. I couldn’t take it anymore, so my health became worse and worse. There are rumors that the late Emperor Miluo once poisoned Murong Qing, but Murong Qing survived because of his life.”

Fang Zilan took a cup of tea, took a sip, and said: "Murong Xun's ability to protect Murong Qing from open and dark arrows shows that his intentions are not simple. If such a person wanted to kill the king and seize the throne, he would have done it long ago." , why let the Miluo royal family fish and meat? The Miluo royal family treats the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and if Murong Xun is cornered, there is no way to know if he will really rebel."

"Sister Mi'er also said the same thing." Zhen Zhu slapped her forehead, "There is another important piece of information. The Miluo imperial family's targeting of Murong Qing is not all because of Murong Xun."

Fang Zilan frowned and asked, "How?"

"The year Murong Qing was born, I happened to meet a Miluo priest for divination. What did the Miluo priest say..." Zhen Zhu suddenly lost her thoughts, unable to remember those words, so she waved her hands and said, "I forgot the original words of the divination and prophecy." Anyway, it probably means that a catastrophe is about to be born among the Miluo nobles, who will not only wash the Miluo royal family with blood, but also re-establish the world."

"It's so vague, who knows if it's Murong Qing?" Fang Zilan obviously didn't believe it, but Zhen Zhu's expression became a little serious, "It just so happens that there were nine newborn babies among the Miluo nobles that year, except for Murong Qing All died young, this prophecy naturally fell on Murong Qing's head."

"I don't think it's a coincidence." Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "Since Emperor Miluo dared to poison Murong Qing, why didn't he dare to poison other noble children?"

"Well, Qianjinfang was entrusted to investigate it, and only two of them were confirmed not to have died of natural causes. The others have no evidence, and Qianjinfang can't guess at will." Zhen Zhu shrugged, "But this is the prophecy of the Miluo priest. Who dares to underestimate it?"

"Miluo priest?" Fang Zilan said noncommittally: "When the Yinyang family was still alive a hundred years ago, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Miluo priest's prophecy was an oracle. The high priests were all martyred, so how can there be any priests prophesying in the world? It’s just a trick used by the Miluo royal family to manipulate the people.”

"Sister Xiu, you are wrong." Zhen Zhu bit her lip, her eyes filled with awe, "The last high priest of the empire, who is also the most powerful fortune-teller of the Yin Yang family according to later generations, left behind a daughter. "

A look of shock flashed across Fang Zilan's face, and Zhen Zhu said slowly: "Qianjinfang learned this information by accident. This woman was originally hidden in Yancheng Villa, but was later secretly invited into the court by Emperor Miluo and became a priest of Miluo. The current Miluo priests are her descendants."

"Then how credible do you think the Miluo priest's prophecy is?" Fang Zilan's eyes were deep, and Zhen Zhu didn't dare to look into her eyes. The annual divination has become the current 30-year divination, and there may be deviations, but all of them are fulfilled."

Fang Zilan laughed softly, "Everything is not true? I can believe that Murong Qing will wash the Miluo royal family with blood, but I can't believe it. What is it? And where are the barbarians in the northern desert of the Western Regions?"

"I don't know about that." Zhen Zhu rested her chin on her hand and said thoughtfully, "Let's think about it, Sister Mi'er told me before that the last priest predicted that Miluo would be defeated within 30 years. After the prophecy, Miluo was defeated by Baiyue and Dajing successively, and even the civil wars of neighboring tribes were invited to Dajing to mediate, so that the flames of war did not burn on their own heads."

Fang Zilan asked strangely: "Since the priest's prophecy is so accurate, why didn't the Miluo people listen to persuasion and go to war?"

"Brother Wan said that there are always young people who are not afraid of death, and they just want to try to see how high the sky is and how thick the ground is." Zhen Zhu stretched her waist, "This is called not hitting the south wall and not looking back, and not seeing the coffin without looking back." Weep."

Fang Zilan smiled, pretending to be regretful and said: "Unfortunately, the priest's prediction this time is not that Miluo's troops will be defeated, otherwise I will have the opportunity to make a big fuss."

"Why is there no chance?" Zhen Zhu stood up, held her hands behind her back and held her head high, and said with a serious look: "The people of Miluo are fighting fiercely among themselves, and they still have the intention to send troops to attack, and they are not afraid of ruining all the wealth they have accumulated so hard."

Fang Zilan coughed, and said solemnly: "Brother Wan can't talk with his hands behind his back."

Zhen Zhu hurriedly put her hands in front of her body, and deliberately lowered her voice, "If something goes wrong with Mu Chuji in this battle, will the new emperor of Miluo, Mu Churui, let Murong Xun go? Will the royal family leave the Chen family and Murong Qing to raise tigers? Once people are pushed into a hurry, what can't be done?"

"Brother Wan, do you mean to kill Mu Chuji, force Murong Xun to turn against him, and let the Miluo people fight in the nest, and Dajing will reap the benefits of the fisherman?" Fang Zilan thought for a while, and said: "I should be able to kill Mu Chuji , but forced against Murong Xun..."

She didn't go on, Zhen Zhu said triumphantly: "Our Qianjinfang can do this. We are good at spreading news to confuse people. Our Qianjinfang is a good hand. Sister Xiu, don't worry, Sister Mier has already arranged it. In a few days, the priest prophesied that Murong Qing's blood would wash away the Miluo royal family and re-establish the world, and it would spread throughout Miluo."

"Not enough." Fang Zilan's expression was gloomy, "If Chen and Murong Qing are really dead, do you think Murong Xun will turn against him? The people he cares about are no longer in this world. Don't take their lives back, unless he is dazzled by hatred at this time, he will not fight back."

Zhen Zhu was puzzled and said, "Why not enough? If it were me, revenge must be on my mind."

"Ordinary people may be like this, but Murong Xun is the loyal king of Miluo, a gentleman who would rather change his name and watch his disciples perish in order to be loyal. The possibility of rebellion because of his wife's death is not so great." Fang Zilan squeezed The teacup turned around, and a crack on the side of the cup was particularly conspicuous. She held the crack under the light, as if talking to herself: "Mu Churui's suspicion of Murong Xun is like this crack."

"Someone just needs to touch it." She moved her fingers as she spoke, and the teacup burst open without using any force. "Tell me, what would Mu Churui think if he learned that Murong Xun had killed Mu Chuji?"

"Murong Xun has gone against the sky, how dare he kill Mu Chuji..." Zhen Zhu subconsciously covered her mouth, "Isn't it true that Murong Xun conspired? He...he..."

Fang Zilan gave her a funny look, "Zhen Zhu, send a message to Mi'er for me. If you hear the news of Mu Chuji's death, spread the news in Miluo, saying that Mu Chuji was murdered by Murong Xun."

　This chapter——

　　Fang Zilan: Set a small goal first, kill Mu Chuji, force Murong Xun to fight~
　　Mu Chuji: You are dreaming!
　　Murong Xun: You are dreaming!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)