The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 509 Stubborn as a mule, be more mindful!

royal palace.

Ying Fuyan had finally managed to get rid of all the officials.

There weren't many people left in the hall. Just Wei Zhao, Xiao Huaiyan, and...

He Xuran looked very unwell and approached Wei Zhao.

"Don't you have anything to tell me?"

He dared not question Gu Fuju, after all, he was an elder.

He dared not question Ying Fuyan, for he was, after all, the emperor.

Wei Zhao seemed lost in thought, his mind elsewhere, and did not respond.

Xiao Huaiyan spoke up: "Why didn't you ask me?"

"ask you?"

What the hell are you asking?

He Xuran: "I finally understand why you've always called me number two."

Because Xiao Huaiyan couldn't take the exam, he was jealous that Xiao Huaiyan had taken his second place.

“When Wei Zhao left the Imperial Academy, he couldn’t stand me getting the top score in the exam, so you clamored to bring him back to suppress me.”

He Xuran: "I've always thought you were being unreasonable."

Now it seems.

You're being incredibly unreasonable!

Some things shouldn't be thought about too much.

He Xuran sneered: "Once I was sick and didn't go to the Imperial Academy for a long time. I didn't even pick up the exam papers that were handed out. I looked for them in the desk drawer when I felt better."

"I answered the questions correctly, but someone wrote a lot of comments in red pen, pointing out where I used the wrong words."

It is not Confucius's handwriting.

"Aren't you the one who's just being silly and has nothing better to do?"

Xiao Huaiyan: "What are you angry about?"

"You initially said that your annotations were insightful and that you looked at them every day for three consecutive days."

He Xuran wasn't jealous of people being better than him.

He knew the saying that there are always people more capable than oneself and heavens beyond heavens.

But he couldn't accept being made a fool of.

He Xuran gritted his teeth: "You suggested that I take it back and stick it on the wall."

Hsiao Huai-yen said, "I don't remember."

He Xuran smiled, even he was somewhat exasperated: "It's still on."

He'll burn it when he gets back.

Ying Fuyan spoke up at the right time, in a gentle and soft voice.

"Xu Ran."

That's way too affectionate.

He Xuran didn't want to pay any attention to him either.

It's a shame he was so indignant about Ying Fuyan's matter before.

But since he was the new emperor, He Xuran was depressed and respectfully bowed, saying, "Your subject is here."

Ying Fuyan: "Come here. I need your help."

He is indeed willing to lower himself to ask for favors.

There's just too much of a mess to deal with. Not to mention, there are piles of documents on the table and floor that haven't been addressed yet.

beg?
He Xuran: ?
"What are Your Majesty's orders?"

Ying Fuyan said, "That's a lot."

As expected of someone from the Censorate, He Xuran maintained his clasped-hands posture: "A subject should serve his sovereign and alleviate suffering, even if it means facing execution."

Feeling guilty after bringing up the past, Xiao Huaiyan, showing his humanity, helped him up.

Don't be so sure, you idiot!

He Xuran brushed it aside.

Xiao Huaiyan advised, "Why don't you reconsider?"

He Xuran said coldly, "My affairs are none of Prince Xiao's concern."

"What, could it be that you're dissatisfied now that His Majesty values ​​me?"

Xiao Huaiyan: ...

Ying Fuyan: ...

You're so stubborn, you need to be more mindful.

Wei Zhao slowly raised his eyes and walked up to He Xuran.

"What did you just ask me?"

He Xuran: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Have."

Wei Zhao raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"Take care of yourself."

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Baopu was the Shunguo Duke's Mansion that I visited in the afternoon.

He was still dressed the same as before, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a compass in his hand.

He was beaming with joy.

"Was there something you needed to talk to me about?"

That happened a long time ago, but Baopu was in the palace at the time.

The smile on Yu Tingwan's lips gradually faded. He asked Tan Jiang to serve tea and invited Bao Pu to sit down.

"I……"

She sat up straight, her eyes calm: "I want you to help me with the ritual."

"Row."

Baopu readily agreed.

He was even very proactive.

"When? If it's urgent, it can be done anytime."

Yu Tingwan lowered her eyes.

I thought about it.

Finally, he hesitated before saying, "Stay for dinner tonight."

Baopu didn't react for a moment.

But then he suddenly remembered Shunzi, who had brought him here, and said something to him out of the blue.

"The general will return to his residence for dinner."

Baopu was baffled at the time. Why should he report to him whether he was coming back or not?

But now, he vaguely understands.

The couple told him to perform the ritual that evening.

What kind of religious ceremony is being performed?

Yu Tingwan's lips moved slightly: "Persuade the spirits of the aborted fetuses to be released from suffering."

To comfort the departed souls and help them be reborn in the Pure Land.

Baopu understands.

He carefully instructed: "Prepare incense, candles, fresh flowers and fruits, cinnabar and yellow paper, and a swaddling cloth for the spirit of an infant."

Yu Tingwan had prepared all of this long ago.

Baopu took the talisman, dipped his brush in cinnabar, and was about to write a prayer for the deceased.

The petition must include the parents' names, the time of miscarriage or stillbirth, and the wishes for a proper rite of passage.

He was about to ask.

A woman's voice, devoid of any discernible emotion, came through.

"Father, Wei Zhao; Mother, Yu Tingwan."

Bao Pu's hand trembled three times, and he suddenly looked at Yu Tingwan.

There was not a trace of joking on her face.

This is something I wouldn't joke about.

Where are the children?

Why didn't he know?
Baopu suddenly remembered that when they first met, he told Wei Zhaoyu's fortune at night and saw the predestined connection between them.

One is deep, the other is shallow.

The shallower light is invisible to the naked eye. As you look, it gradually darkens, while the deeper light carries its light.

This is because our fate was shallow in our past life, but we can continue our harmonious relationship in this life.

His understanding of Taoism was ultimately not profound enough; this was all he could discern.

But it's clear that Yu Tingwan knows more.

Baopu suppressed his astonishment and didn't ask any further questions.

He was a Taoist priest; how could he not know that many things in the world cannot be explained by common sense?

Yu Tingwan said softly, "I can't give you an exact time, I can only guess roughly, is that alright?"

Baopu struggled to utter the words: "Success."

Even if it doesn't work, we have to do it with all our might.

Yu Tingwan: "What else do I need to do?"

“A three-day fast is observed after the religious ceremony.”

"One more thing."

"Please speak frankly, Madam."

Yu Tingwan then stopped trying to evade or conceal the truth.

“I have some memories, but they are very fragmented. Sometimes I see my past life, and sometimes I see my future, but I haven’t seen those things for a long time.”

"My past life was filled with unpleasant things, so it's probably better that I can't remember them, but they still bother me like a fishbone stuck in my throat..."

I want to know how everyone ends up.

Especially Wei Zhao.

Yu Tingwan: "Do you have a solution?"

Baopu: "Madam, look at me."

"Although I am quite capable, but..."

Yu Tingwan slammed her hand on the table: "I won't allow you to look down on yourself!"

Baopu: ...

Baopu did not look down on himself.

He just wanted Yu Tingwan to look down on him.

However, this was indeed a novel experience, and he wanted to try it out.

Under Yu Tingwan's trusting gaze, Baopu took out the tortoise shell.

He sat motionless at his desk, his fingertips pinching his hair until it turned white, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes were tightly closed, his consciousness groping in the chaotic sky as if walking on thin ice.

The copper coins jingled and bounced on the tortoise shell.

The hexagram appears and disappears like a flickering candle about to go out.

Yu Tingwan waited on the side.

A stick of incense.

Half an hour.

Baopu sat still like an old monk, completely motionless.

She began to feel uneasy.

I was just about to say, "Don't bother, let her think of another way."

With a snap, the copper coin cracked open, revealing a thin fissure.

A metallic taste filled his throat, and Bao Pu coughed up blood. But just as the divination was about to dissipate, he glimpsed a faint ray of light, as wispy as a spider's thread.

Yu Tingwan suddenly stood up, fearing that something might have happened to him.

How deserving of death I am!

Bao Pu didn't even have time to wipe the blood pressure from his mouth.

He was extremely excited.

"lady!"

Yu Tingwan: "Are you alright? Did this backfire?"

Baopu: "Indeed! I am omnipotent!"

Yu Tingwan: ...

Baopu told me: "The divination tells me that today is not a good day to perform the ritual. Postpone it to three days later."

"For the next three days, Madam, just do what you normally do. Don't try anything special or feel guilty."

As for the rest, that's up to fate.