In front of the Ancestral Temple, all the civil and military officials, eunuchs, eunuchs, guards and others were in a panic.

As soon as Wen Changxing left the Ancestral Temple, he immediately woke up. The first thing he said when he got up was to address the panicked eunuch.

"Go to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion."

Wen Changxing understood very well that at this time, only the Imperial Master could save the situation.

However, after Wen Changxing hurried to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, he was told that Lord Linghua was not there.

Wu Jin, who was wearing Chudi costume, stood on both sides of the gate. After bowing to Wen Changxing, who was standing in the center of the gate, he looked at the ground and said.

"His Majesty!"

"Lord Linghua has gone to heaven."

Wen Changxing stood in the middle of the gate and looked into the depths: "When will the Imperial Master come back?"

Wu Jin: "Lord Linghua didn't tell us before he left, he just headed towards the sky."

Wen Changxing suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Jin: "Is the Imperial Master really not here?"

Wu Jin: "I left yesterday. At dusk, I rode on a crane."

Wen Changxing raised his head. Although he learned that the national master Linghua Jun had left yesterday, at this moment he seemed to still be able to see a crane rushing into the sky.

He couldn't see the figure riding on the crane, but he felt that the other person looked at him from above and then left gracefully.

Wen Changxing instantly had a premonition.

He didn't know if he really had a destiny before, or if he had some destiny, but at this moment, everything had completely left him.

the other side.

Princess Fengyu walked out of the Ancestral Temple in panic. It could be said that she was so frightened that her face turned pale and pale.

She was supported by someone and walked hurriedly on the stone slabs, looking back at the scene of black clouds covering the sky and thousands of ghosts roaring.

This time, I was even more panicked.

"Quick, hurry up."

But when leaving, Princess Fengyu glanced at the crowd, looking for the Yunyang King Wen Shenyou.

But he didn't see the other party. It seemed that the other party ran away as soon as the incident happened. He immediately spoke to the maid beside him.

"Go and invite King Yunyang and tell him that I want to see him."

"yes."

Last time, Wen Shenyou took the initiative to ask to see her aunt, and now she took the initiative to ask to see her.

Princess Fengyu thought of what Wen Shenyou said before, Wen Changxing must have lost his destiny.

After the scene just now, Princess Fengyu also had a premonition that something big was about to happen. Emperor Wen Changxing might really lose his destiny as the other party said.

But these are not important. What Princess Fengyu wants to know most right now is what happened, and what does Wen Shenyou know.

Also, if Wen Changxing loses his destiny, who will inherit it next?

The place where Princess Fengyu lives is called Laifeng Pavilion.

As soon as Princess Fengyu came back, she found that Wen Shenyou had arrived in advance and was waiting for her.

As soon as she saw Wen Shenyou, Princess Fengyu walked out from behind the screen and questioned him.

"Why did it become like this?"

"Could it be a conspiracy between you and Prince Lucheng?"

Wen Shenyou responded calmly.

"Your Highness has high regard for me and my son. How could I and my son alone make the Nine Cauldrons look like this? How could they turn the fortune of my Wu Dynasty into a black cloud?"

"Even if my father and son had a thousand courages, they would not dare to offend all kinds of ghosts and gods, let alone do anything that would cause thousands of ghosts to devour my luck and merit."

Princess Fengyu hurriedly asked again: "Then why does the evil spirit want to devour my luck? Doesn't the national master Linghua Lord care about it if it happens like this?"

Wen Shenyou told the other party: "Your Highness, you still remember that your Majesty asked Lord Linghua to do it because of the difficult national affairs. Lord Linghua used his magical power to move the Tongshan and Silk Seas from heaven and earth in front of the Ancestral Temple."

"At that time, His Majesty informed Lord Linghua that the capital would be used for state affairs, but then His Majesty forgot about it."

"Not long ago, officials even had a quarrel over this matter, because His Majesty only paid out the salary for the current month, and none of the salary arrears from previous years was paid."

Princess Fengyu guessed: "So this is what Lord Linghua did to punish Your Majesty?"

Wen Shenyou shook his head: "Your Highness guessed wrong. Wen Changxing brought this upon himself. Lord Linghua had already said before doing this that this object was borrowed from the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth based on the luck of the court."

"Since it is a loan, it must be repaid. The ghost in the underworld is sinking into hell with sins, and what he wants is merit."

"If this technique is used properly, as Wen Changxing said, it will be used on state affairs, and merit will be generated to repay the evil deeds of the ghost in the underworld."

"However, Wen Changxing broke his promise and became fat."

"The ghosts and gods were angry, and all the ghosts swallowed their luck, which turned into the scene that Your Highness sees now."

Princess Fengyu suddenly realized it, but her heart still couldn't calm down.

"I still thought that His Majesty was blessed with great blessings, but now it seems that things in this world are not so simple."

"That Copper Mountain and Silk Sea was actually borrowed by the ghost of the underworld to repay his own sins."

"No wonder!"

"No wonder when you enter the Nine Cauldrons, ghosts and gods from the underworld are glaring at the world, and all ghosts are devouring the destiny of heaven."

"Your Majesty's greed for money has reached the head of evil spirits. It's really... it's really..."

At this moment, Princess Fengyu didn't know how to tell whether Wen Changxing was extremely brave or he didn't know whether to live or die.

You use your destiny to collect money and food from mortals and call it tax, but your taxes are all collected on the heads of the ghosts in the underworld. That ghost may not necessarily recognize your destiny as the emperor.

However, Princess Fengyu also understood that this matter must also be a plan of Wen Ji and Wen Shenyou, father and son. The two sent the Jiuding to the Ancestral Temple for this moment.

But even without the blessing of Wen Shen, if Wen Changxing did such things, he would have been destined to lose his destiny.

Princess Fengyu was born in the Tian family.

At this time, what she was thinking about was not right or wrong, or who was right or wrong.

The first thing she thought of was, since Emperor Wen Changxing lost his destiny, who would get it, and what could she get from it?

I understand the reasons and think about the pros and cons.

Princess Fengyu returned to her position and looked at Wen Shenyou closely.

"Even so, it's not necessarily the fate of the Duke of Lucheng!"

"Your Majesty has other brothers, there are other candidates among the clan kings, and your Majesty also has heirs."

"Among them, is there no one who can bear the destiny?"

"Presumably Your Majesty should be looking for King Yunyang everywhere now to cut you into pieces, but even so, I'm afraid it's hard to satisfy his hatred!"

"Isn't King Yunyang afraid that I will hand you over?"

Wen Shenyou asked Princess Fengyu another question: "Your Highness just said that there is no one among the princes who can shoulder the destiny?"

"Then please tell me, Your Highness, who can bear the destiny now, or what can those who can bear the destiny do?"

"Could it be that if Wen Changxing comes in, he won't lose his destiny again?"

"Destiny, destiny."

"The destiny of the destiny must be in accordance with the will of God, and only then can we have the destiny of the Son of Heaven."

"But now God's will is very clear. Someone will unify the nine states and dominate the world."

"Whoever can do this is the True Dragon Emperor, the one destined by destiny."

Wen Shenyou also looked at Princess Fengyu and asked directly.

"Your Highness, you think it doesn't matter who has destiny."

"Destiny."

"What you say doesn't count, what I say doesn't count."

Princess Fengyu looked a little ugly, but Wen Shenyou ignored her and became tougher.

"Among all the sect kings in the world, my father and son have the most soldiers. Apart from the former King of Huaicheng, they are also the most brave and adept at fighting."

"But now that the King of Huaicheng is dead, who else can compete with my father and son?"

When Wen Shenyou said this, he even wanted to laugh.

It can be said that Wen Changxing personally removed the biggest obstacle to his father and son's rise to power. If the King of Huaicheng had not jumped out at this time, it would have been fate that it would not have been his father and son's turn.

Princess Fengyu sneered: "Is King Yunyang so sure that your father and son can unify the nine states?"

Wen Shenyou: "But at least my father and son can still give it a try, and if Princess Fengyu has a better candidate, I am confident that she can solve this situation of thousands of ghosts swallowing lives, and my father and son are also willing to obey her orders."

Princess Fengyu's petty thoughts were exposed. After knowing that Wen Changxing might have lost his destiny, she immediately thought that it would be in her best interest to promote who would become the new emperor.

But Wen Shenyou's words made Princess Fengyu wake up.
To be continued...