Wrongly offended the Jade-faced Buddha, the divinely calculated pregnant concubine just wanted to li

Baili Ting turned his head to look at Lin Wanyue, and happened to see her expression full of expectation and admiration.

There was a commotion in his heart, and Baili Ting nodded with a cold look on the surface: "Of course."

"If the State Master can defeat Sister Qian Huan, it will be a good thing for her. It will prevent her from using the mysterious arts to do evil and harm others and herself in the future." Lin Wanyue continued to speak softly. She accurately caught the strange look in Baili Ting's eyes when he looked at her. "Wanyue is waiting to help the State Master celebrate his success."

Feeling that Lin Wanyue's gentle voice was like a hook, Baili Ting raised his eyes and looked towards Yi Qianhuan: "This is such a small matter, there is no need to celebrate."

"It's a small matter for the National Master, but it's a big deal for Wanyue and the Crown Prince." After Lin Wanyue finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the pavilion.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the moment she turned around, her hand gently rubbed the back of Baili Ting's hand.

Clearly feeling that Baili Ting's breathing was a little disordered, Lin Wanyue curled her lips in a smile and left the pavilion.

Over there, Yi Qianhuan grabbed Guibei Hou's hand and looked at the lines on his palm: "It seems that Guibei Hou is a loyal person."

After these words were spoken, the onlookers looked at Yi Qianhuan with eyes that were difficult to describe.

Although Guibei Hou is young, he already has many wives and concubines.

If this can be called devotion, then how can the men in this world who are loyal to their wives feel?

"Master Qian, can you even see this?" Guibei Hou looked at Yi Qianhuan in surprise and joy.

He is indeed a loyal person, but no one believes him when he tells others.

It's just that his devotion is a little different from others.

Others are loyal to one person, but he is loyal to all his women.

He treated his wives and concubines with great love and affection, and never showed favoritism to any of them.

The moment Yi Qianhuan raised his eyes, the golden light in his eyes disappeared: "I saw more than just these, I also know that Guibei Hou usually likes..."

"Let's not talk about this!" Seeing Yi Qianhuan's mysterious smile, Guibei Hou quickly spoke up to stop her from continuing.

Seeing Guibei Hou so flustered, Yi Qianhuan's smile deepened.

Who would have thought that the great Guibei Marquis actually had a habit of eating chicken butts!

He eats a lot of chicken butts every day.

When she used her spiritual eyes to read a person's face, she could tell the person's detailed fate, but when she held someone's right hand and stroked the lines on the palm of their hand, her spiritual eyes could see much more.

For example, some fragments of images about the future or the past.

The most fragments of images she saw of Guibei Hou were of him secretly tasting a chicken butt alone!

"Okay, it's the next person now." Yi Qianhuan let go of Guibei Hou's hand.

Guibei Hou stood up as if relieved and fled away.

He was afraid that if he stayed with Master Qian any longer, Master Qian would know that he even wet the bed at the age of ten.

Guibei Marquis's wife, Yun, sat opposite Yi Qianhuan.

Yun was slightly plump, with a chubby face, a dignified appearance, and round ears.

At first glance, he looks very blessed.

Yi Qianhuan held Yun's hand, and noticing that she was a little tense, he looked at her deeply and said, "Madam Yun, don't be nervous."

Yun was still very nervous. For some reason, she felt like she couldn't keep any secrets under Qian Huan's dark phoenix eyes.

Seeing Yi Qianhuan lowering his eyes as if feeling something, Yun's heart almost jumped into his throat.

After a while.

Yi Qianhuan let go of Yun's hand and said calmly, "Next."

Yun suddenly stood up from the stool and left quickly.

Looking at Yun's back, Yi Qianhuan's eyebrows raised slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Yi Yuanyuan sat opposite Yi Qianhuan and looked at her nervously: "Third sister..."

"It's okay. I'm just looking at your palm to see if you are destined to have children." Yi Qianhuan said to Yi Yuanyuan with a smile.

Yi Yuanyuan bit her lower lip lightly and placed her hands on the table.

Yi Qianhuan held Yi Yuanyuan's hand and found that her palms were full of sweat.

"Have you been having trouble sleeping recently? Are you often troubled by nightmares?" Yi Qianhuan lowered his eyes to observe Yi Yuanyuan's palm lines and asked casually.

"Yes, but this is an old illness of mine and it has never been cured." Yi Yuanyuan said in a low voice.

Yi Qianhuan said nothing and gently closed his eyes.

A blurry picture appeared in front of her eyes.

A dark night, a mass grave.

There were messy footsteps and blurred and overlapping human figures, as if someone was carrying a coffin.

"Hurry, the Imperial Master said we can't delay! We must change the coffin before midnight!"

This voice belongs to Uncle San.

And that coffin seemed somewhat familiar to Yi Qianhuan.

She stared with bated breath, trying hard to see the coffin clearly, but suddenly heard a woman's groan in pain.

"Well……"

Yi Qianhuan suddenly opened his eyes.

The blurry images and chaotic sounds disappeared together, and she looked up at Yi Yuanyuan.

Seeing Yi Yuanyuan's face twisted in pain, she immediately let go of Yi Yuanyuan's hand: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yi Yuanyuan nodded: "It's my headache again, it's an old problem."

Yi Qianhuan knew that Yi Yuanyuan's current headache was not due to a head disease, but because she had pried into her past, which made her resonate with it.

Yi Yuanyuan's physical condition was much worse than she had imagined, so much so that she couldn't withstand the impact of this resonance and felt uncomfortable.

"Okay. You can go and have a rest." Yi Qianhuan said softly.

Yi Yuanyuan nodded, slowly stood up, and left with the help of the maid.

Then, Yi Qianhuan checked the palms of other concubines of Marquis Guibei one by one.

After she finished looking at the last concubine, *** couldn't wait to ask Yi Qianhuan: "Master Qian, have you found the reason?"

Yi Qianhuan nodded.

Just at this time, everything Baili Ting needed was ready.

Fresh fruit and vegetable offerings were placed on the long offering table.

Baili Ting walked to the altar, took out a small statue of god from his wide sleeves, and placed it on the altar.

The statue looked no bigger than a baby's fist, but it was carved to look lifelike.

"Look! It's the statue of the Shangqing Immortal Master!"

"The Imperial Master even brought out the Immortal Master Shangqing. This shows that he is determined to make Yi Qianhuan lose!"

"What is this? Killing a chicken with a butcher knife!"

The guests who originally surrounded Yi Qianhuan crowded towards Baili Ting.

Yi Qianhuan sat there without moving, staring at Baili Ting with his dark phoenix eyes.

Liuli followed behind Yi Qianhuan all the time, "Miss, is he going to ask the gods?"

"We should ask the ghost." Yi Qianhuan said softly.

When asking gods, we are asking the orthodox gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

She didn't see any divine aura from the statue, only a very strange ghostly aura.

But she heard that Baili Ting's master, Shangqing Immortal Master, had ascended to heaven and become a god fifty years ago, and many people saw him being taken away by a colorful cloud.

It seems that the rumors are not credible.