Quick Wear: The Cold God is infinitely fond of the host

I originally thought Shengjing was prosperous enough.

But when you step into the palace with its towering walls, the luxurious atmosphere that hits you is breathtaking.

There are palace walls that stretch as far as the eye can see, double-eaved roofs covered with glazed tiles, and a black nanmu plaque with golden threads hanging on top of a bright red lacquered door.

In such a vast area, countless emperors have created great achievements here, but eventually died due to conspiracies and plots.

Quan Si got off the carriage and looked up at the palace in front of him.

It was not surprising that the emperor had heard about his fortune-telling for the royal nobles, but he had never expected that he would have to meet the other party in such a disguised identity.

Subconsciously, he touched the fake leather mask on his face.

Thinking back, it was the young emperor who took the initiative to tell him about this disguise technique, and he just hoped that the other party would not notice anything.

However, Quan Si was still wrong.

For a king with such deep cunning, no detail would escape his eyes, so how could he not discover it?

Inside the palace, on the magnificent throne sat an extremely handsome man, dressed in a golden robe, with long black hair casually draped behind his head. He held a memorial in his hand, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

He seemed to be worried about something.

There were not many people in the palace. There were only a few scattered eunuchs and palace maids who were doing miscellaneous work with their heads down. They were either wiping the walls of the palace or carefully fiddling with the decorations.

"Your Majesty, I've brought the person to you." Dark shadows gathered in the hall, and his personal bodyguard Cheng Mo appeared in front of him in an instant.

Qin Ji paused and said, "Bring Mr. Jin in."

He pushed the complicated memorial aside, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the hall entrance, with no expression on his face.

It's hard to guess what he's thinking.

"Yes." Cheng Mo said respectfully.

Quan Si entered the hall and saw the man on the seat.

It's like he's a completely different person.

The tenderness she had shown in front of him in the past was no longer there, replaced by the sternness of an emperor. There was a solemn and cold aura around him that made people feel awe.

This is the majesty of being a king. He owns vast territory and supreme prosperity, but he can easily take someone's life with just a raise of his hand.

"Your Highness, long live the emperor." Quan Si pretended to bend down, but before he could kneel down, the king on the throne stopped him.

"Young Master Jin's etiquette can be simplified, and the others can remain the same."

Qin Ji lowered his eyes and stared at the thin man.

Her peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and her gaze was slightly inquiring.

He was busy with state affairs during this period and was overwhelmed by the daily workload, so he had no chance to go to Meixiang Tower again.

But every time the night falls and I have a rare chance to catch my breath, Quan Si’s gorgeous and stunning face appears in my mind.

That day, the other party performed a flower rose dance with a stunning dance posture. She was dressed in red and her dance was unforgettable.

It was deeply engraved in his eyes.

Fall into his heart.

I had planned to take some time off in the next two days, temporarily put aside the tedious government affairs, and go find the person I miss so much.

Unexpectedly, he heard a piece of news.

It is said that a man suddenly became famous in Shengjing. He called himself "Young Master Jin". He had an ordinary face, but a slender figure, silver hair, calm manners, and was proficient in feng shui and good at fortune-telling.

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It made him think of the word "qin".

He naturally remembered that he had previously taken the initiative to tell Quan Si about the disguise technique, so he held on to a chance and wanted to know whether the other party was the person he was looking for.

He asked his personal bodyguard Cheng Mo to find him.

Now seeing...

Except for the face, everything else is exactly the same.

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the other people in the hall changed for a moment.

According to etiquette, emperors of all dynasties never gave special treatment to anyone in terms of rituals, and they all knelt on the ground to perform the rituals.

But the murderous and cold-blooded emperor has now broken this convention.

Quan Si's originally bent back suddenly stopped. For a moment he couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, and his thoughts were racing.

"Just simplify those complicated etiquettes." Qin Ji supported his chin with one hand, raised his eyelids lazily, and acted lazy.

"Everyone else go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The palace maids and eunuchs retreated respectfully.

"I came here today to look for you because I heard that you are quite knowledgeable in Feng Shui and metaphysics. Whether it's a matter of love or career, you only need to take a look to know everything clearly."

Qin Ji stared at him without blinking.

"Your Majesty, I only know a little bit about it," Quan Si lowered his eyebrows, "Feng Shui is an imaginary science with countless changes. It's just that I'm lucky enough to occasionally get a glimpse of the will of heaven."

He knew that his voice was very recognizable, so he deliberately lowered his voice when he replied.

Makes the voice sound thicker than usual.

"God's will?" Qin Ji became interested. "The fate of people in this world is illusory. How can you know it?"

Pretending not to notice the other party's deliberate disguise, the emperor stared at the person at the bottom of the stairs with great interest, which was very interesting.

"Your Majesty, it is based on palmistry, face reading, birth date and the Feng Shui of the residence to make certain inferences."

Quan Si answered reluctantly.

Blanch.

It hurts my throat to clamp it.

He made sure to drink a large glass of water when he got home.

"Sir, could you tell me my fortune?" The emperor suddenly stood up from his seat and walked towards him calmly.

The bright yellow robe was dazzled by the light of the sky, and the dragon pattern on it was leaping, as if it was completely cremated, and it looked lifelike.

He walked steadily, taking one step at a time.

Quan Si nodded slightly, "I just need to touch the palm of your majesty's hand. If your majesty doesn't mind, I will give it a try."

"I don't mind." Soon, the man walked in front of him. He stood still, and his figure was exceptionally tall.

"Why don't you raise your head, young master?" From his perspective, he could clearly see the soft top of Quan Si's hair. Because of his fair skin, the whorls of his hair appeared especially white.

Qin Ji resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, and on the surface he maintained a calm and awe-inspiring demeanor.

"Your Majesty, your body is so precious that your subjects dare not even attempt to look directly at it." Quan Si bowed with both hands, showing a humble attitude.

It shows the humility of a subject to the fullest extent.

"There is no one else here, why are you so reserved, young master?"

Qin Ji did this out of selfish motives.

He really liked Quan Si's eyes. They were phoenix eyes, with narrow and long tails, faintly red, and naturally attractive. When he stared at people, there was a glimmer of light in them, making it difficult for people to figure out what he was thinking.

In short, it is very beautiful.

It was so beautiful that he wanted the other person to only look at him.

An indescribable extreme possessiveness is about to burst out.

"Your Majesty, what aspect of fortune do you want to calculate?" Quan Si asked in a gentle voice.

"Just calculate my overall fortune in this life."

Qin Ji spoke in a light tone, and then raised his left hand.