Zuo Zhengqing's current residence is the mansion of Fan Baidou, a wealthy businessman at that time. After the Fan family fell into disgrace, the house passed to other hands, and Zuo Zhengqing has changed its owner three times.
Fan Baidou was the richest businessman in the capital, and he built this house during his heyday, so the scale can be imagined.
It was Cen Yunchu's first time here, and even though she was well-informed, she had to agree that this house was indeed extraordinary.
Regardless of anything else, the two thousand-year-old yellow pine trees that were moved from Hongshan Mountain are incomparable to other places.
Fu Lan came in accompanied by Cen Yunchu, followed by a woman and a little girl.
After all, Linxi Nizi caught a cold. She had been coughing and sneezing these past few days, so she had to stay at home to recuperate.
"I wonder which ladies are here today?" Fulan whispered: "Besides us, there are already three carriages parked outside."
Zuo Zhengqing was neither a monk nor a Taoist, but the woman who greeted Cen Yunchu was wearing a Taoist robe, followed by two little girls who had just grown their hair, also dressed as Taoist boys.
"Miss Cen, please come here for tea." The woman was only about forty years old, tall and thin. She looked at Cen Yunchu from top to bottom calmly when she spoke: "I'll see you later.
My husband."
Zuo Zhengqing reads faces of young ladies from aristocratic families every five or ten years, but only five people can attend each time, no more or less.
And when doing fortune telling, I always read them one by one. This is what Cen Yunchu’s grandmother had told her before she came here.
Cen Yunchu was taken to a guest room called "Quyu", and as expected, three people were already waiting inside.
One of the young ladies from the Sun family had met at Mo Yuzhen's birthday party, but the other two were unknown to her.
But since they arrived here, they naturally had to greet each other, and they found out that the other two were the daughter of the Gao family who was the editor of the Hanlin Academy, and the daughter of the Cong family of the Qianshi family of the Imperial Academy.
The old woman had asked someone to serve tea to Cen Yunchu, and she stood by the door and glanced this way again.
Following Cen Yunchu's mother-in-law, she understood and walked out and quietly stuffed a few taels of silver into her hand.
When Cen Yun saw him for the first time, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
She had just sat down, and the last person of the day also came, and she was also an acquaintance.
"Everyone is polite," Meng Qiao greeted everyone with a smile: "Please forgive me for being late."
The other three people all smiled and returned the greeting, and Cen Yunchu finally stood up and gave him a blessing.
Fulan watched coldly from the side. This Miss Meng was still as warm and polite to everyone as she had seen in the Mo family, and she was not unhappy at all because of her young lady's neglect.
Of the five ladies in this room now, Cen Yunchu's appearance is naturally the best, followed by Meng Qiao.
Miss Sun's eyebrows are quite pretty, but she is thin and small, as if she has not yet grown.
The one from the Gao family with her small eyes and lion nose always seems to be angry with someone. She also knows that she doesn't look good, so she always lowers her head.
The girl from the Cong family is a little too plump, and the flesh of her cheeks squeezes her nose and lips in between, which makes her look uncomfortable.
After a while, a maid came in from outside, and the old lady said to Miss Sun, who was the first to come: "Miss Sun, please let her go."
Miss Sun then stood up, saluted everyone, and followed the maid.
Since Zuo Zhengqing has been doing fortune telling, he always goes from the east and comes out from the west, never looking back.
Those who saw the photo will naturally leave the house directly and will not come back here again.
The waiting inevitably made time pass, and Cen Yunchu was bored and regretted not bringing this book.
But the first three people didn't delay too long, and they spent a total of two sticks of incense before and after.
"Miss Cen, sir, please invite me." At this time, the sun had risen very high, and the yard was filled with the fragrance of tea flowers.
Cen Yunchu walked out of the guest room, holding Fu Lan's arm, and followed the Zuo family's maid through the flowers and willows to a certain place.
It was a separate courtyard with three small and exquisite upper rooms. The courtyard was equipped with rockeries, ponds, and cranes.
"Miss, please go in alone. The servants waiting outside will be waiting outside for now." said the maid who led them here.
"This..." Fulan couldn't help but say: "How can you be a person who has no one to serve you?"
"This is the case for everyone who comes to see a fortune teller," the maid explained with a smile: "Even princesses and princesses are the same. The rules set by the gentleman have their own reasons. Girl, please invite me!"
Fulan had no choice but to let go of his hand and let his girl in.
At this time, only Meng Qiao was left in the guest room. She gently picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Her heart was beating a little fast, and she tried hard to regulate her breathing, trying not to let anyone see her nervousness.
Zuo Zhengqing has a long-standing reputation. If you can get good instructions from him, you will definitely marry well.
All the women in the capital regarded this matter as extremely important, and Meng Qiao was no exception.
After all, a woman's honor and disgrace for the rest of her life are determined by who she marries.
"The first three each only hold half a stick of incense. Why does this one from the Cen family take so long?" Meng Qiao's maid Ling Xiao asked.
"Why are you so anxious? I don't believe she can still see it in an hour. This is a big thing for us today. As long as it's our turn before noon." Another maid, Xiangluo, said.
"Blessed by Bodhisattva! Ask Immortal Zuo to give our girl a big blessing." Ling Xiao clasped his hands together and prayed in the air: "So that little maid, I can also be honored."
"This girl is so ashamed!" Ling Xiao said as he stretched out his hand to shave her face and said, "What are you thinking?!"
"What's there to be ashamed of? Don't you want to serve the girl from afar?" Xiangluo asked her.
Meng Qiao also laughed and said, "If it's true as you said, you will naturally follow suit if I get better."
These two girls have been serving her since childhood, and they will probably follow her when they get married in the future.
There are only two ways out for a girl to be married off. One is to be the girl who is married to another woman, and the master will give her the title of aunt.
The second type is to have servants, and the whole family will be slaves. The children will be the sons of the family, and they will be slaves when they are born in the mother's womb.
Besides, how many of the male masters are gentlemen? Most of the people who are serving in front of them, who have a flatter head and a more upright face, will not be able to get away with it.
Even if you can't do it openly, you have already started to figure it out secretly.
Rather than having such an unfair reputation, it would be better to be an aunt openly and be half a master after all.
Regardless of what the two maids had in mind, after a while, the Taoist woman came to greet her, and Meng Qiao got up and walked out.
As she walked past, she wondered what the four people in front of her looked like.
But it goes without saying that Cen Yunchu must be different, otherwise he wouldn't have spent so much effort.
Zuo Zhengqing would read people's faces and write them down on paper with a cinnabar pen to avoid relying on his words.
Therefore, it won't be long before the results of their fortune telling will spread and become an important reference for getting married.
At this time, Cen Yunchu had already left Zuofu and got on the carriage.
She looked cold and held a folded piece of writing paper in her hand.
Fulan looked at his young lady carefully, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it.
Ever since the young lady saw her face, she had been silent and her whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of frost.
Fulan has been serving her for so many years, but has never encountered such a situation. He tried to ask a few questions, but the lady didn't say anything, so she couldn't ask any more questions.
