Chapter 988
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"What nonsense are you talking about?" Bai Lu frowned and looked at Shen Miao, "Mother … Furen, it might be some Jianghu swindler. Do not listen to his nonsense."
Mo Qing also made a move to drive this strange old man away.
"Wait." Shen Miao said, "It is quite boring along the way. Listen to what others say."
That old man pretended to bow again, "There is black air between Furen's brows. One fear that it is not good. At the end of the road, it is an ominous sign. If one were to turn the horse around, one would be able to avoid this calamity. Furen, this poor Taoist still advise you that this road is the Yellow Springs and one must not walk on it. Once walked, one cannot turn back. "
"The more you speak, the more excessive it is!" Shuang Jiang was so angry that her face was livid, "Who are you cursing?"
Shen Miao however had a good temper. She had stayed in the Qin country for a long time and when facing anyone from Ming Qi, she would have the joy of meeting someone from her hometown. Even if this old man was speaking nonsense, she was not angry and only smiled, "Many thanks Taoist priest for the reminder but I must walk on this road. My children are on this road and I have to return home."
The strange Taoist priest sighed deeply, "As expected." He looked at Shen Miao, "Meeting by chance, this is fate for you." Finishing, he took out a red string from his sleeves and was about to pass it to Shen Miao but was stopped by Mo Qing. He could only hand the red string over to Mo Qing and when Mo Qing did not see anything strange, he then handed it over to Shen Miao.
"This red string is this poor Taoist's token of gratitude to Furen. Furen can tie it on your wrist and you will be able to achieve your own fate." He solemnly said, "Furen must remember that the way of Heaven is treacherous and depends on human effort. This poor Taoist can see one's fate but cannot change it. The person who can change Furen's fate is not this poor Taoist. The Heavens have the virtue of cherishing life and if there is a calamity there is also fate. This red string is a question and one day Furen will also find your own solution. "
Finishing, he laughed out a few times before turning around and striding away.
This Taoist priest was very mysterious and the few prophecies that he said were extremely inauspicious, thus Bai Lu and Shuang Jiang were somewhat unhappy. Bai Lu said, "Your Ladyship must not take that strange person's words to heart. Most likely his mind is not clear."
"Don't wear this thing." Shuang Jiang also said, "It is very inauspicious."
But Shen Miao looked left and right and felt that the red string was extremely cute and inexplicably loved it so much that she could not bear to part with it. Instead she tied it on her wrist and smiled, "I have already said that since it is fate, it is also fate for us to meet by chance so just wear it. It doesn't matter if it's fake. Isn't it better if it's real and has more spirituality? "
Since the words were spoken like this, Bai Lu and Shuang Jiang could not say anything more. Mo Qing said to the carriages in front to set off and started to move again.
The sandstorm in the distance almost covered their figures, but the strange old man's figure could no longer be seen on the road ahead.
…
Upon returning to Ming Qi, it was not like what Shuang Jiang said, 'bitterness is over, sweetness begins'.
The world was constantly changing. The situation would change, and so would people's hearts.
As the Empress, apart from this position, there was nothing special about her. Sometimes when he thought about it, he felt that it was no better than the days when he was humiliated in the Qin Kingdom. When he was in the Qin country, those injuries were on the surface, but in Ming Qi, it was in the dark. It was as if one had suffered a hidden loss and one could not say it out loud, but one would be laughed at for nothing.
Shen Miao sat in the Kun Ning Palace and looked at the somewhat withered Red Sleeve Grass on the table.
The Red Sleeve Grass was sent over by Mo Qing and was said to be a rare spiritual herb. It looked very good and was like a woman's sleeves that fluttered in the wind, thus it was named Red Sleeve Grass. It was just that one did not know why it had recently withered and Shen Miao was not in the mood to take care of it.
She had been back in Ming Qi for a few years and in these few years, her life was not considered good.
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