Wishful Things

The two of them obviously did not come from ordinary families, but they came to this secluded place to ask divination. What else could it be other than secretly counting the marriage?

But after he finished his sentence, he saw that the boy who was originally cold looked at the girl, suddenly there was a hint of unbearable after a sudden surprise.

Wu Chao took a deep breath.

Count marriage?

Could it be that he wanted to tell him through the mouth of this fortune teller that there was a destined marriage between the two of them? Trying to make him change his mind?

Doing so would be too taken for granted and insane.

"Of course not."

The girl's voice was like a basin of cold water pouring on him to calm him down.

"Please sir, do the math for the young man next to me."

"Oh?" The middle-aged man looked at Wu Chao and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know what this young master wants to do?"

"..."

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

She obviously had a plan, so he just took a look at what she wanted to do.

"Anything is fine." Xu Mingyi's tone was casual: "Sir, just help me with the calculations."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.

There is no such thing as fortune-telling, so the little girl is ordering food in a restaurant?

Thinking of ordering food, he couldn't help but glance at the food box and the small jar of wine in the maid's hand.

Forget it, who told him to earn money to eat, so let's play with the children.

"Can this young man get closer?"

Wu Chao patiently took two steps forward.

"You still need to state your birthday——"

Wu Chao moved his fingers behind him.

birthday?

He looked at Xu Mingyi.

Could it be that he wanted to find out his birthday by going around such a big circle?

Prepare a birthday gift for him or something?

When I was in Ningyang, those troublesome little ladies did this a lot——

Xu Mingyi couldn't help being at a loss.

What did you think of?

If others ask, can they also think of her?

"If it's inconvenient to tell you the date of birth, just tell me which year you were born in." The fortune teller said the best thing possible.

Wu Chao looked away from Xu Mingyi.

"Born in the first year of Qingming."

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man pinched his fingers and made the calculations, and then looked at the man carefully from head to toe, and said in his mouth: "This young man has an extraordinary handsome face, and he is full of extravagance. If he comes to the family, he must be rich or not." It's expensive..."

Wu Chao frowned.

This is a fact that almost anyone with eyes can see, does he need to count it?

When he was feeling impatient to play around with Xu Mingyi again, he only heard the middle-aged man pinching his fingers and said slowly: "This young master went out at the beginning of Mao this morning, and he was alone, without a servant. ...After going out, I met a beggar, the young master is a benevolent person, he should have given some money to the beggar..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man can't help feeling envious.

He is a practical person, so naturally he doesn't envy this young master's background, what he envies is only that lucky beggar...

The hardships of life have long worn away his dignity.

A look of surprise appeared in Wu Chao's eyes.

But he is not someone who is easily persuaded, so he subconsciously thought about it.

As sane as he is, he won't think that Xu Mingyi sent someone to follow and monitor him——

His confidant died on the way to Beijing, and his father re-selected a few people who could be used for him, but he was not used to being followed by those strange faces, so he mostly went out alone.

But the capital is no better than Ningyang, and my father will not be at ease, so I still need someone to protect him secretly, but if there is no accident worth mentioning, those people will not show up.

And with them around, it is absolutely impossible for him to be followed without any notice.

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at a small stain of different shades on the hem of his robe.

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

"Not bad at all."

Wu Chao looked at the other party and said, "I can guess these just by the few stains on the corner of my robe. It can be seen that Mr. is careful and observant."

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

And with his rich background, a beggar would pounce on him, obviously there were no servants around to stop him, and he was a martial artist, since he didn't dodge in time, it can be seen that he had no intention of hurting others.

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

In fact, there is a slight discrepancy here—the reason why he gave the beggar money was not out of kindness, but he felt that people who can get up so early to beg are working hard to make a living, and they shouldn’t be reduced to this. Yes, maybe he really encountered some difficulties, so he gave the other party a piece of silver.

In the final analysis, what the fortune teller uses is not a divination method at all.

The middle-aged man's expression was slightly condensed, his eyes flickered for a moment, his face did not show the embarrassment of being exposed, but a strong sense of appreciation, he raised his hand as a salute, "Master is sharp."

Xu Mingyi nodded in agreement.

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

"It's just that I don't understand one thing." Wu Chao asked the middle-aged man: "How did the master deduce that I was the first one to come out of Maoshi?"

"It's just a little bit of skill in the master's sect."

Wu Chao's eyes moved slightly.

Really have some skills?

"Then can you do the math again, where and what am I going to do later?"

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

Then put his hands up again, waiting for the other party to answer.

The middle-aged man's eyelids twitched wildly as he looked at the large bank note.

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

However, in all fairness, what attracted him more at this time was the handsome young man standing in front of him.

Only now did he start to appreciate, the middle-aged man gradually had other concerns in his heart at this time, and he looked at the young man seriously again after hearing the words.

Then he looked at the bank note on the table and smiled.

"There is no need to know, the young master should go to the temple to pray for blessings and donate sesame oil money."

It's not that he wants to travel far, but he carries a stack of bank notes with him.

If you want to buy something, you have to bring your servants to follow.

Assuming that it is really going to the temple to pray for blessings and donating sesame oil money, logically speaking, in a big family, this kind of thing should be done by the family members——

And just need to pray, the mistress who wants to come to take charge of this house is probably sick.

Being able to make this master and son go this trip, the sick mistress must be his very important elder...

And although this young man speaks Beijing dialect, his pronunciation is less rounded, more angular, and slightly northerly——

The noble son from the north, the elders in the family who are sick...

The fortune teller pinched his fingers again.

Immediately got up, raised his hand and said seriously: "It's the grandson of Prince Dingnan's mansion, but his eyesight is clumsy now."

good noon