Liangchen and the second uncle agreed to meet in the afternoon, and there was nothing to do in the morning.

Ke Yinyue was in a hurry to enter the palace to serve Lady Wang, so she left the key for the good minister and went out with a few words.

When he left, he looked at Liangchen very affectionately, like a wife.

Liangchen shuddered, a little uncomfortable, the relationship between him and Ke Yinyue is really indescribable, the excitement is the excitement, but it is also very dangerous.

If the two of them were in the countryside, once it was known, the pig cage would definitely be the burial place of his Wei Liangchen.

Fortunately, the emperor was far away, and Hou Ba'er returned to his hometown, and no one knew what happened between him and Keyinyue, and Keyinyue, the holy lady, was full of "bad deeds", so Liangchen made an "investment" in advance with peace of mind.

It was also luck that I bumped into Houbar's unlucky egg impartially, and I caught such a big fish.

If it weren't for Hou Ba'er, how could a good minister have such an affair?

The affairs between men and women are sometimes very suspenseful, and sometimes they are just like that.

It's been empty for too long, the loneliness is unbearable, and the husband can't do it, so a young man came to his family, dry firewood, can that thing be done naturally?

It's just that after sitting in the house for a while, Liangchen suddenly felt like he was being raised.

This feeling is very strong, and then savoring the glance back when Ke Yinyue was leaving, Liangchen trembled again, and two words subconsciously appeared in his mind - forbidden.

Who's the prey?

With questions, Liangchen came to the street.

………

It's okay for half a day in the morning, and it's idle at home to be idle, so it's better to go out for a walk, just take a break.

The capital is very big, and the good ministers don't know where to go, anyway, where is prosperous.

The water flows to the lower places, and the people go to the higher places.

In order to prevent getting lost, Liangchen carefully wrote down the streets and places where there were significant landmarks along the way.

This stroll, unconsciously walked to the Miaoying Temple in the area of Fucheng Gate.

Myoo Temple and the White Pagoda Temple not far away are famous temples in Beijing, and the incense is very strong, and the pilgrims who come in and out of the incense are endless. There is a square in front of the temple, and the square is like a market, and everything is sold.

Liangchen wandered aimlessly, and finally got tired of walking, so he found a corner with few people and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and leisurely looked at the life in front of him.

After watching it for a while, Liangchen's heart suddenly sank, and Erlang's legs were silently put down.

His mood became terrible because he thought about thirty years later.

After a long time, Liangchen's eyes cleared again, and his gaze moved from far to near.

There are two stalls about ten meters away from him, one is a fortune teller and the other is a family letter.

The fortune teller is an old man, with a goatee, and from time to time he puts a slap on his hand, looking very experienced and very Taoist.

The person who wrote the letter was a young man, wearing a Confucian robe, but there was anger between his eyes and eyebrows, or cold.

In short, the impression given to Liangchen is not too good. Perhaps, this has something to do with the unwillingness of young people, after all, it is not a happy thing to be reduced to writing letters to people for a living.

Liangchen glanced at the two of them, and didn't pay much attention.

The fortune-telling profession can be said to be the only business that has not been cut off for 5,000 years, and it has endured for a long time.

The profession of ghostwriting letters has disappeared in the previous life of Liangchen, and how can this profession be passed on in a society where everyone is literate and has developed communication.

If it comes to fortune telling, Liangchen feels that he can do it, and if he wants to do it, he will definitely have a lot of money.

Because he never tells fortunes to ordinary people, if he wants to calculate, he will calculate for the big people he knows, and with his understanding of the future, this life is naturally a calculation.

It's just that there has to be a chance for this, and sitting on the street, which big man will come to him for fortune telling. There are no restrictions on writing family letters, but there are few inputs, and good ministers are too lazy to do it.

After sitting for a while, Liangchen decided to leave here and go to the area of Gongzichang to see what the dignitaries of the Ming Dynasty looked like from afar.

If you are lucky, maybe you can meet a few "acquaintances", God will give you a good opportunity, and you will come to an "amazing word", if you can't say it, you can turn over the salted fish, and turn into the most powerful god stick in the Ming Dynasty, and then cheat a sum of money to help the second uncle take the throne in the palace.

This is a good idea, Liangchen praised himself, and after getting up, with a mischievous meaning, he slowly passed by the old man's stall of fortune telling.

He wanted to see if the other party would see him, and he was startled, and then said in a trembling voice, "This man should only be in the sky, and he has to smell it a few times in the world."

Or he dropped the compass on the ground by mistake, and then his teeth chattered, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and then he stopped telling fortunes for the rest of his life. People asked, but the answer was, "The heavenly machine can't be leaked, and the heavenly machine can't be leaked!" ”

It's a pity that this old man is not a man of God, and he has no reaction to what happened to the good minister. Liangchen was bored, so he deliberately stopped and coughed, which caused the old man to look at him again.

Seeing this, the old man really reacted, he called Liangchen and said: "Little brother, I see that your Yintang is black, I'm afraid that there will be a bloody disaster recently." ”

Well?

Playing tricks for the master?

Liangchen turned around and pretended to look at the old man with a shocked face: "Sir, don't scare me, I'm fine, how can there be any bloody disaster." ”

The old man stroked his beard and said solemnly: "The old man has been fortune-telling in Miaoying Temple for forty years, but he has never looked away. If you don't believe, go yourself. ”

Liangchen hesitated for a while, but finally approached the stall, sat down and said in fear: "I don't know how I can resolve this bloody light disaster?" ”

"There is a way, but I'm afraid that the little brother won't." The old man looked like a man.

"Please teach me, sir!" Liangchen pretended to touch his pocket, "I don't know how much it costs?" ”

When the old man heard this, he only waved his hand: "It's not about money, the old man never asks for money to save people." He said he didn't want money, but his eyes were fixed on Liangchen's pocket.

"No matter what, Sir must save me!"

Liangchen snorted secretly, he couldn't take out the hand he put in his pocket, his eyes stared straight at the old man, and his face was sincerely frightened.

It's strange to say, the old man waited for a while, but he didn't see the money, but he was not disappointed, but said slowly: "Actually, if the little brother wants to save himself, there is only one way, but this method is harmful to the little brother, and it can't be done easily, so the little brother should go." ”

Liangchen hurriedly said: "Sir, don't worry, as long as this method can save me, I will do anything." ”

"Alas!"

The old man sighed, "Well, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and it's better to lose some foundations than to lose your life... Little brother, the old man will tell you this method, whether you do it or not, and it is up to you to decide. ”

"Sir, please!" The good minister made a deaf hearing.

"This way," the old man paused, and spit out four words: "Purify yourself and enter the palace." ”

"Entering the palace?" Liangchen didn't recite it in one breath.

The old man still said to himself: "The old man and the little brother should have great wealth in his life, but he must remove the six roots. After speaking, he looked at Liangchen inscrutablely,

This time, it was the turn of the good minister to be dumbfounded: is this god stick a real god or a false god?

The old man was not surprised by this kind of gaze, smiled slightly, took out a piece from under the stall and handed it to Liangchen, and said in a low voice: "If the little brother is interested, this person can help you." ”

Liangchen took the piece indifferently, looked down, and it was written on it - "Hundred years of craftsmanship, Dongsi Hutong knife Liu." ”

"Phew!"

Liangchen gasped and said in a lost voice: "How many kickbacks did Xiaodao Liu give you?" ”

"What is a rebate?"

The old man froze.

The good minister didn't answer him, so he raised his leg and left.

After he left, the young man next to the old man snorted and scolded the old man: "The surname Hu, you have lost your conscience, how can you introduce the Qiankeng people to purify yourself for that point!" ”

"It's your business, you're not doing some deceitful things."

Old man Hu ignored the young man, and when the young man saw this, he was annoyed, but he couldn't do it, so he was so angry that he slapped the broken table in front of him. The pen, inkstone, and paper were all shaken.

At this time, a middle-aged man hurriedly came, and when he saw that the young man was really here, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and stepped forward to grab him and said, "Brother Wang, go quickly, go with me, the prince is willing to see you!" ”

"Huh? That's great! ”

The young man was also overjoyed, and he didn't even care about the stall, and followed the middle-aged man and left the place in a hurry.