Chapter 53

They obviously didn't come from ordinary people, but they went to this secluded place to ask for divination. What else could they be except secretly calculating their marriage?

And he dropped his voice, but he saw that the young man with a cold look suddenly had a trace of unbearable patience in his eyes when he looked at the girl.

Wu Tsung took a deep breath.

Marriage?

Do you want to tell him through the mouth of the fortune teller that there is a destined marriage between them? Trying to get him to change his mind?

It would be too presumptuous and crazy to do so.

"Of course not."

The girl's voice was like a basin of cold water, which made him calm again.

"Please calculate for the young man beside me, sir."

"Oh?" the middle-aged man looked at Wu Tsung and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know what the childe wants to be?"

“……”

The boy who didn't want to count anything looked at Xu Mingyi.

She obviously had a plan. He just looked at what she wanted to do.

"Anything will do." Xu Mingyi said casually, "Sir, just help me calculate."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows when he heard the speech.

Where can fortune telling be calculated casually? The little girl should order in the restaurant?

Thinking of ordering, he couldn't help looking at the food box and the small jar of wine in the servant girl's hand.

That's all. If he wants to earn money to eat, just play with the children.

"Can you come closer, young master?"

Wu Tsung patiently took the first two steps.

"You still need to tell me your birthday -"

Wu Tsung's fingers behind him moved.

Birthday?

He looked at Xu Mingyi.

Do you want to figure out his birthday in such a big circle?

Prepare his birthday gift or something?

In Ningyang, those troublesome little ladies did it——

Xu Mingyi was at a loss.

What do you think?

Can you think of her if others ask?

"If it's inconvenient to tell the birth date, it's just the year of birth." the fortune teller retreated and asked for the second way.

Wu Tsui looked away from Xu Mingyi.

"Born in the first year of Qingming Dynasty."

The middle-aged man pinched his fingers and calculated. He looked at the man carefully from head to foot. He said, "this childe has a handsome face and noble spirit around him. If you want to come home, you must be rich..."

Wu Tsung frowned.

But does he still need to calculate the fact that almost everyone with eyes can see it?

When he was impatient and fooled around with Xu Mingyi, he only heard the middle-aged man who pinched his fingers say in a slow voice: "this childe went out at the beginning of Mao this morning, and he was alone without a servant... After going out, he met a beggar. The childe is a kind man. He should have given the beggar some silver..."

At this point, middle-aged men can't help but envy.

He is a practical man. Naturally, he will not envy the childe's origin. What he envies is the lucky beggar

The hardships of life have long worn away his dignity.

Wu Tsun's eyes showed an unexpected color.

But he was not easily persuaded, so he thought subconsciously.

He is as rational as he is. He doesn't think so. He thinks Xu Mingyi sent someone to follow him——

His confidant and entourage died on his way to Beijing. His father chose several useful people for him again, but he was not used to being followed by those strange faces, so he went out alone.

But the capital is not better than Ningyang. My father won't be at ease, so I still need people to protect secretly. However, if there were no accidents worth mentioning, those people wouldn't show up.

With them, it is impossible for him to be followed without any awareness.

The young man looked down at a small stain of different depths at the hem of his robe.

"I don't know if I'm right?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Not bad at all."

Wu Chiu looked at each other and said, "you can guess these just by looking at these stains at the corners of my robe. It can be seen that Mr. Wu is careful and careful."

The corners of his robe were stained with some stains, but his shoes and boots were clean. The position was very like the trace left by a beggar when he knelt down and begged.

He was born in such a rich and noble background that he would let a beggar rush up. Obviously, there were no servants around him to stop him, and he was a martial artist. Since he hadn't escaped in time, it can be seen that he didn't hurt others.

That's why the other party was sure that he gave the beggar silver money and said that he was kind-hearted.

In fact, there is a slight difference here - the reason why he gave the beggar money was not out of kindness. He just thought that the person who could get up so early to beg was also working hard to make a living. It is said that he should not have been reduced to this. Maybe he really encountered some difficulties, so he gave the other person a ingot of silver.

In the final analysis, this fortune teller is not a means of divination at all.

The middle-aged man's expression was slightly frozen, his eyes flashed for a moment, and his face was not ashamed of being exposed. On the contrary, he was very appreciative. He raised his hand and saluted, "young master is sharp."

Xu Mingyi nodded approvingly.

In terms of sharp thinking, Wu Shisun is indeed one of the best, no matter what.

"I just don't understand one thing." Wu Tsui asked the middle-aged man, "how did you accurately infer that I came out of Mao Shi?"

"It's just some minor skills of the school."

Wu Tsung's eyes moved.

Do you really have some skills?

"Can you calculate again, sir, where and what I'm going to do later?"

While the boy was talking, he took out a silver note from his sleeve and pressed it on the table with one hand.

Then put your hands back and wait for the other party to answer.

The middle-aged man looked at the large silver ticket and his eyelids jumped wildly.

This is enough for him to eat good wine and meat for a whole year!

However, to be fair, it was the handsome young man standing in front of him that attracted him more at this time.

Just now, the idea of appreciation has begun. At this time, the middle-aged man gradually has other concerns in his heart. When he hears the speech, he looks at the young man again.

Then he looked at the silver ticket on the table and smiled.

"There is no need to divine. The childe should go to the temple to pray for blessings and donate incense and oil money."

I didn't want to go far, but I took a stack of silver notes with me.

If you want to buy anything, you must take servants with you.

If it's really going to the temple to pray for blessings and donate incense and oil money, it's reasonable that in large families, this kind of thing should be done by the family members——

And just need to pray. Most of the housewives who want to come to this house are ill.

If you can make the master's son come here, the sick master's mother must be his very important elders

Although the young man speaks Beijing dialect, his pronunciation is less rounded, more angular and slightly northerly——

Your son from the north, the elder in the family is ill

The fortune teller pinched his finger again.

He immediately got up, raised his hand and said, "it was the grandson of Dingnan palace. I'm clumsy."