"This old man, what you think you have lost is actually under the bed in the right wing of your house..."
"This young man, the person you want to marry has no good impressions of you, and marriage letters have been exchanged between his family and Wang's family next door to you, and the wedding date is at the end of this year..."
"This great man, your brother is fine in the army now, but in July this year, he will die on the battlefield. If he doesn't handle it properly, his life may be in danger..."
"Your Majesty's spirit has soared to the top, and signs of rapid development have appeared, but at this time dark clouds cover the sun. If you want to be promoted..."
Bang!
"... Just do this, this, and so, and then your wishes will come true."
"..."
Thanks to the Yang family, Kong Qing's business of fortune-telling was also very good today. In just one morning, he received at least twenty people who were willing to provide accurate information.
Some of them had their bodies stolen from them by their own sons, some wanted to know about their marriage with Ernie next door, some wanted to know about their brothers on the battlefield, and finally they met someone who wanted to
Promoted...
After all the fuss, before noon, Kong Qing had already made dozens of dollars.
"Taoist Priest Qingwei..."
Just after Kong Qing sent away the official fan named Xu Jingzong, Kong Qing was sitting behind his Gua stall, using his Gu Chen as a cat teaser, teasing his little milk cat to jump around.
At that moment, I suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from my ears.
"You are so laid-back!"
Kong Qing raised his head and saw a beautiful woman in her thirties sitting in front of her Gua stall. The fan in her hand gently covered her face, revealing a bunch of big black and white eyes, looking at him.
I blinked a few times.
It was Yang Mudan, the eldest daughter of the Yang family.
"It turns out she is the eldest lady of the Yang family..."
Kong Qing once again had Gao Dao's calm expression on his face. He put down the ancient dust in his hand and nodded slightly to Yang Mudan, looking very casual.
"I'm so polite!"
"Taoist Priest Qingwei..."
Soft voices came from under the round fan. Yang Mudan looked at Kong Qing with eyes flashing.
"Yesterday, the Taoist Master made a calculation and said that the slave family's marriage was right, so today the slave family came here specifically to ask Taoist Priest Qingwei, do you think the slave family's destiny marriage is smooth?"
The future Mrs. Wu, although I don’t know whether your marriage is going smoothly, I do know that you gave birth to a daughter in the first year of your marriage, a second daughter in the second year, and a second daughter in the fourth year.
At that time, a third daughter was born...
If your relationship was not good, how could you have children one after another?
So Kong Qing closed his eyes, stretched out his hands and counted for a while, then stood up and bowed to the ground.
"Congratulations to the eldest lady, the future husband is dignified and handsome. He and the eldest lady are also in harmony with each other and have a deep love for each other!"
"Yeah?"
Yang Mudan covered her mouth with a round fan and chuckled. She slapped Kong Qing with her big eyes and threw a basket of autumn spinach over.
"Then I would like to ask Taoist Priest Qingwei, will the future husband of the Nu family be as handsome as you, Taoist Priest?"
Yang... Mrs. Wu, what did you say? Which one is more beautiful, Pindao or Wu Gong in the north of the city...
Kong Qing gently shook the whisk with his hand, not intending to answer Yang Mudan's question at all.
I, Kong Qing, a Taoist scholar, am an honest person. I will never tell lies without conscience, but I will never superficially boast or praise myself.
I am such a handsome and low-key person.
"Taoist Priest Qingwei, you haven't answered what I said yet..."
Seeing that Kong Qing was looking after him, Yang Mudan became even more excited. He removed his fan, exposed his face, and smiled seductively at Kong Qing, his tone soft.
It seems like water can drip out.
"The future husband of the slave family, is there any Taoist priest as handsome as you?"
While talking, Yang Mudan continued to use the shield of the fan, stretched out her red and tender tongue towards Kong Qing, and flexibly turned it around her lips.
Seeing Yang Mudan's expression, Kong Qing moved his body back unnaturally, then lowered his head and picked up the little milk cat that Gu Chen was hugging him and licking, complete with the cat and the sword.
Blocked in front of him.
It’s terrible, the ladies of the Tang Dynasty were so avant-garde!
As a handsome and handsome young man, it is really difficult to live a clean life in this feudal society.
In fact, Kong Qing did not carefully read the profile of Mrs. Rong Guo Yang Mudan yesterday. If he had read it, he would know that the beautiful mature woman in front of him is actually an out-and-out serious face control. If it were explained in detail
In some words, it is a severe case of bishounen control.
And his hobby even influenced his daughter Wu Zetian.
Historically, when Yang Mudan was in her eighties, she was still jealous over whether her grandson, the famous beautiful boy Helan Minzhi, should sleep with her grandmother or with her daughter Wu Shunniang. She even wanted to marry Helan.
Min Zhi is even jealous of Wu Zetian...
It can be said that Mrs. Rong Guo Yang Mudan is that kind of standard mother...a grandma fan!
And Kong Qing has beautiful eyebrows, handsome face, and is a standard young handsome boy. Coupled with Kong Qing's seamless fairy clothes and his free and easy temperament, all of these just hit Yang Mudan's XP!
In fact, Yang Mudan dreamed of Kong Qing when she went to bed last night. When she woke up in the morning, she found that her middle coat and sweat towel needed to be changed.
This morning, Yang Mudan was a little listless while listening to the sutras in Zhuangyan Temple. Her favorite thing to watch was the quarrels between the scholars... the debates on sutras didn't seem to interest her anymore.
After being restless for most of the morning, Yang Mudan finally couldn't wait any longer and secretly found an opportunity to sneak out of Zhuangyan Temple with her maid Cuiqiao.
She didn’t even give the random charity that she usually gave to Zhuangyan Temple!
When she saw the handsome young man sitting behind the Gua stall... the little Taoist priest, Yang Mudan suddenly felt that her heart was filled and her energy returned.
"Taoist Priest Qingwei'Xiao'..."
Yang Mudan covered the side of her face with a round fan and smiled evilly at Kong Qing, her red tongue trembling gently between her white teeth.
"Why didn't you answer what Nujia said? Could it be that, 'little' Taoist Priest, you are shy?"
Although her voice was low, Yang Mudan deliberately emphasized the small words, and then looked at Kong Qing's somewhat unnatural face, and glanced down at Kong Qing's chest.
"Taoist priest, what's this down there? It's so cute!"
The corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched again.
Although he knew that the somewhat crooked Mrs. Rongguo in front of her, Yang Mudan, was referring to the cute little cat lying on her lap sleeping soundly... Naiyanzhen, not herself, but the tone of her words was really
unacceptable.
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Pindao would let you see how Pindao's milk cat turned into the mythical beast Yazhen...
Scared you to death!
"Madam, if you don't mind, could you please move aside temporarily..."
Kong Qing stroked the cat with his hand and said to Yang Mudan expressionlessly.
"Madam, there are several people waiting behind you."
"That's fine!"
Originally, Kong Qing thought that Yang Mudan would still argue with him for a few words, but to Kong Qing's expectation, after he finished saying these words, Yang Mudan agreed without hesitation and stood in front of the Gua stall.
He stood up and moved his position.
Then, before Kong Qing could greet the next person waiting behind Yang Mudan, he saw Yang Mudan waving his hands towards the side of the street, and two servants took a bar stool from the carriage waiting aside.
, placed next to the Kong Qing Gua stall.
Then Yang Mudan held her skirt with both hands, turned around, and sat next to Kong Qing. She reached out very discreetly and took the little kitten from Kong Qing's arms, and buried the little kitten's head.
Enter yourself.
"Master Qingwei, please do it yourself. I'll take a rest here for a while."
The little kitten, who was holding Gu Chen and licking it enthusiastically, struggled to poke his head out, with a confused look on his face, and a big question mark appeared on his head.
Seeing this scene, Kong Qing also felt that a question mark slowly appeared on his head.
Are all the ladies of the Tang Dynasty so bold and unrestrained...