Mei, the 200th generation goddess of Chongguo, had weak divine power. She only made two prophecies in her sixteen years of reign.
Once, while sitting on a high platform, he casually pointed at a marginalized member of the royal family and said that he would conspire to usurp power in the future. He was immediately exiled and was not allowed to enter Chongguo forever.
Another time was on the eve of the blessing ceremony, she dreamed that the royal city was destroyed, and she also fell in a pool of blood.
Mei didn't mention the only reliable prophecy. She didn't want to be a goddess and was tired of the secular world.
Until the wind was filled with the disgusting smell of blood, the man pointed the bloody sword between her eyebrows, and said with the joy of revenge: "I am back."
Mei Zigu took off her fine clothes, took off her hair crown and threw it aside, waiting for death to come. She glanced at him inadvertently: "Who are you?"
Wei Yu thought that the best revenge would be to watch the once-arrogant goddess grovel and suffer humiliation.
But before revenge came, love moved first.
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After the battle on Mount Xumi and the fall of the divine realm, Xuannv moved from Kunlun Mountain to the Heavenly Palace. Before leaving, Queen Mother west once told her that she must find a husband who is both pleasing to the eye and able to control the situation.
She thought about it carefully and realized that the Emperor Wenchang who came to her door was indeed pleasing to the eye. Although he could not calm the crowd, having him as the son-in-law of Kunlun Mountain could raise the average cultural level of Kunlun Mountain.
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When she was in the Heavenly Palace, she stole his offerings and used his ink pool to wash her sword as she should.
She went in and out of the Langye Mountain Dharma Assembly with him again, and there was a lot of ambiguity.
Going through tribulations in the human world,
Holding back her tears, she asked: Have you ever had any affection for me as a man and a woman?
He looked into her eyes and said seriously: I only feel like an old friend to you.
Waiting to come back from all the calamities,
She wrote lightly: Forget about our past in this world.
He was also straightforward: You and I have never met each other, so how can we talk about the past.
On the eve of the war, when she went to Wushan with him, her fingertips touched his facial features minute by minute, and she kept shouting that it was Zhang Shunan.
He said angrily: "Can you tell the difference between the emperor Wenchang and the mortal Zhang Shunan?"
She hugged his neck and smiled: "I only want to have a good night."
Of course she can tell the difference.
It would be great if she didn't think of those past events.
It's just that the flesh-and-blood truth, like the ink on a white robe, cannot be erased.
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