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Taibusi

Qi Ye sat in the conference room for a while longer.

I looked at those defeated CG-style selfies over and over again, and the more I looked, the more satisfied I became.

However, taking selfies in the conference room is not enough to familiarize yourself with the terrain of Tabusi. Since you're here, you have to do an on-site inspection.

Qi Ye walked out of the conference room with her hands behind her back.

He walked with his head held high and chest out in the corridor of the Tabuan.

He walked along, observing his surroundings and sighing inwardly.

The interior design of this tabues was much more luxurious than he had imagined.

The walls were covered with rows of fortune-telling scrolls, clearly belonging to a wealthy and powerful organization.

He walked out of the corridor and came to a terrace, where he could see the entire Luofu Immortal Ship.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, the buildings were scattered, and the starry rafts shuttled back and forth through the alleys.

He leaned against the railing and sighed:

"This place is really nice, much better than my shabby room."

He looked down at the divination robe he was wearing, and then touched his long pink hair.

Then he grinned at the sky:

"Lord Fu Xuan, I'll use your body for one day."

Don't worry, I will manage the Tabusi Temple well for you.

At least it won't collapse.

He stood there for a while, feeling the wind from the fairy boat blowing on his face, and then he suddenly remembered a question.

He has no memory of Fu Xuan.

This is a bit troublesome.

He was unaware of the daily procedures of the diviner's office, nor did he know the names of the diviners.

I don't know what tone of voice to use when I'm in a meeting.

"I have cast a divination today that is extremely ominous. You should all be prepared."

He frowned, but quickly relaxed.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've used someone else's body.

When something happens, deal with it; when you meet someone, just brush them off. If you really can't brush them off, just say, "I need to meditate."

It's normal for the Grand Diviner to go into seclusion for a few days, isn't it?

"Never mind." He clapped his hands.

"The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge, and the car will find a way when it reaches the mountain. What kind of scene haven't I seen in Qiye?"

"Could we really be stumped by a mere diviner?"

He turned and walked deeper into the corridor.

He decided to take a walk around first to familiarize himself with the terrain of Tabusi.

While we're at it, let's see if there's anything valuable.

They hadn't walked far when two diviners dressed in the uniforms of the Taipusi (a high-ranking official in charge of divination) approached them.

Upon seeing him, he immediately stopped and bowed in greeting:

"Lord Taibu."

"Um."

Qi Ye mimicked Fu Xuan's usual tone, gave a faint reply, and continued walking forward.

The two fortune tellers whispered among themselves:

"The diviner seems to be in a good mood today."

"Yes, she seems to have a different aura than usual."

"Perhaps it's because the formation simulations have been going smoothly lately."

Qi Ye didn't hear those whispers. He had already turned into a corridor, and on the way, he suddenly remembered someone.

Bluebird.

Fu Xuan's lackey from the Taibu Si, who spends all his time slacking off and playing mahjong.

If he were on the Immortal Ship, Qingque would definitely still be slacking off in some corner of the Taibu Temple.

He could use his identity as "Grand Diviner" to tease her.

He quickened his pace toward the office area of ​​Tabuan.

But after taking a couple of steps, he realized he didn't know which room Qingque usually slacked off in.

He stopped, stood in the middle of the corridor and thought for a moment, then decided to stop pretending.

He turned around and waved to a diviner who had just come out of the next room:

"Come here for a moment."

The fortune teller was a young man who looked like he hadn't been working there long.

When the Grand Diviner beckoned to him, he tensed up so much that his back straightened.

"Your Excellency, what are your orders?"

"Where is Qingque?"

Qiye said

"Where did she run off to again?"

The fortune teller's expression immediately became subtle, as if he was trying hard to find the right words to avoid saying the wrong thing:

"Blue Sparrow... Senior Blue Sparrow... is in the archives."

"The archives?"

Qi Ye raised an eyebrow.

He discovered that he could actually control Fu Xuan's face to make various expressions at will.

"Did she go to organize files?"

"Yes. You mentioned before that she went to play mahjong again, so you made her copy the catalog in the archives for three days."

Qi Ye was overjoyed.

Fu Xuan actually punished Qing Que by making her copy the catalog from the archives; it was practically a secret code tailor-made for him.

He suppressed a laugh, maintaining Fu Xuan's characteristic aloof expression:

"Not bad, you remember quite well. Take me there."

The diviner dared not delay and quickly led the way, passing through several corridors and turning two corners.

Finally, it stopped in front of a half-open wooden door:

"Lord Taibu, Lord Qingque is inside."

"Alright, you can go now." Qi Ye waved his hand.

The diviner felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly turned and left.

Qi Ye stood in front of the wooden door and peeked inside through the crack.

Through the crack in the door, you could see a figure lying on the table.

He was limp like a forgotten rag, his head resting on his arm, drool almost dripping onto the table.

Several half-opened scrolls were scattered nearby.

He pushed open the door, slipped inside, and then quietly closed it again.

He walked to the table and looked down at the blue sparrow perched on it.

She was wearing a Taliban uniform with the sleeves rolled up high to her forearms.

Her hair was casually tied into a bun, with a few strands falling across her forehead.

She was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, and occasionally smacked her lips, as if she were eating something delicious in her dream.

Qi Ye bent down and examined her face closely, then silently commented in his mind:

Not bad, looks like a grown-up loli.

She has a round face, a low nose bridge but soft lines, and long eyelashes, giving her a completely different, girl-next-door feel compared to Fu Xuan.

But seeing how soundly she's sleeping, I guess I'll have to tease her a bit.

Qi Ye bent down and slowly approached Qing Que's face.

He turned his head, brought his lips close to Qingque's ear, and spoke in a voice that was both teasing and deliberate.

The sound was almost as soft as a breeze passing by the ear:

"Bluebird~, little sparrow~ wake up~"

Qingque's eyelashes trembled.

She seemed to hear a sound in a dream, but didn't fully realize what it was.

Qi Ye leaned forward another half inch, almost whispering in his ear, and repeated:

"Blue Sparrow~ If you don't wake up soon, I'll have your mahjong table taken away~"

Qingque's eyes suddenly opened.

The first thing she saw was Fu Xuan's face.

So close, pink strands of hair fell in front of her eyes, and the lines of her divine eyes were clearly visible in the soft light.

Then she saw a smile in Fu Xuan's eyes that she had never seen before.

Her mind went completely blank for a moment.

"Mrs……

Her voice caught in her throat, and she leaned back, losing her balance in the chair.

She and the chair tumbled to the ground with a dull thud and a series of jumbled gasps:

"Lord Taibu?!

How come... No, no, no, I wasn't being lazy, I was really organizing the scrolls, I was just too sleepy!

So I closed my eyes for a moment and accidentally fell asleep, but I really only slept for a short while.

Wait, why are you so close to me?!

She sat on the floor, frantically trying to steady the tilted chair.

He backed away while trying to push himself up from the ground.

Those eyes were wide open, staring at Fu Xuan.

He looked like he had just been dragged out of a dream and was still in a state of extreme confusion.

Qi Ye straightened up and crossed her arms over her chest.

Looking down at the "little sparrow" struggling to get up on the ground,

A wicked smile, almost never seen on Fu Xuan's face, lingered at the corner of his mouth.

"Why can't I come? Is there any place in this entire Bureau of Divination that I cannot go?"

Qingque finally got up from the ground and straightened the chair.

He huddled behind the chair, only half his head showing, cautiously watching Qi Ye:

"But...but you never...you never talk this close when you come for checkups..."

"Today is special."

Qi Ye remained unfazed.

"I suddenly felt like doing a surprise inspection today."

What, you have a problem with that?

"No, no, no!"

Qingque shook her head like a rattle drum.

"How could I dare to object! The Grand Diviner's decisions are always correct!"

The Diviner may examine you however he wishes!

I just felt... that your tone of voice sounded a little different today...

Her voice trailed off towards the end.

Qi Ye's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly cleared his throat, reverting to Fu Xuan's aloof expression:

"I had some insights while deducing the formation today, and my state of mind was naturally slightly different from usual."

"What, you've also studied my state of mind?"

"No, no!"

Qingque shook her head again.

"How could I dare to speculate on the Grand Diviner's state of mind! I was just saying it casually!"

Looking at her still-shaken expression, Qi Ye could hardly contain his laughter.