He was wearing a crescent-colored gown engraved with silver threads, a white jade belt around his waist, and silver-gray sheepskin boots of the same color. He walked gracefully towards Fang Qing. The bright morning glow seemed to have drifted into his pair of ice-blue boots.
In her charming eyes, the luster changes, as beautiful as neon.
It was late autumn and the red leaves were flying.
He walked with the wind, and the flaming maple leaves followed his raised clothes, covering his body.
The absolutely beautiful and bewitching pictures, like flying smoke clouds, with huge magnetic force, slowly, bit by bit, were absorbed into Fang Qing's indifferent eyes.
He had reached her side, but she forgot to be on guard.
Snapped--
Suye's folding fan opened slightly, and a breeze blew on a piece of green bamboo and splashed ink on the fan.
"Miss Luan, you're all right. I happened to meet you in front of Luoyue Temple today. Is it fate or not?" His thin lips curled up with a faint glint, and a low charming smile was hidden in his blue eyes.
Fang Qing's indifferent eyes flickered, and then he said indifferently: "Master Su, there is a prerequisite for whether there is fate or not. If it is God's will, then even if it is not fate, it is fate. On the contrary, if it is deliberately arranged by man, then even if it is fate, it is not fate.
." How could there be so many coincidences in the world? If he hadn't followed her intentionally, how could he have met her in front of Luoyue Temple at this exact moment.
A happy smile appeared at the corner of Suye's mouth. "Miss Luan is always more interesting when she talks. It's better for you to call me Mr. Qi. With Miss Luan's intelligence and cleverness, I won't let all my hard work and disguise come to nothing."
Right." A charming light flashed across his ice-blue eyes.
"To be honest, when I came to Luoyue Temple, I knew in advance that Miss Luan would be going to Luoyue Temple today, and I specially waited here for a chance encounter with Miss Luan. But I didn't expect that Miss Luan would see through it at a glance.
I'm really ashamed to say it." His tone was calm and distant, without any trace of embarrassment. Even after someone exposed his purpose on the spot, he could still remain calm and laugh it off as an insignificant joke.
Fang Qing was a little surprised to see him so calm. Then she said politely and calmly: "Mr. Qi, in this case, please feel free to do as you please. The little girl has important matters to attend to, so let's say goodbye." She returned the message towards the steps.
Chunxiang, who was staring at Huo Gang, called out.
"Chunxiang, let's go. If it's too late, we won't be able to catch the good spot to worship the incense."
snort--
Chunxiang snorted coldly at Huo Gang. She picked up the bamboo basket and crossed it towards him. "Get out of the way, you are an eyesore and bad luck!" She elbowed Huo Gang away and walked quickly.
Walked to Fang Qing's side.
"You - you stinky girl -" Huo Gang was so angry that his pretty face turned blue and white.
"Huo Gang, don't be rude." Seeing Huo Gang about to draw his sword again, Suye's ice-blue eyes glanced at him faintly.
Huo Gang had to endure it and said depressedly: "Yes, young master."
"It's obviously your fault. I bumped into a girl and didn't say anything. I even took her things away. If you don't compensate her for her things, why don't you give me a few words?" Chunxiang was like a rooster who loves to fight.
When she reached Huo Gang, she pecked him reluctantly. "Miss Third, do you think they are all good people? Every time I meet them, nothing good happens." Chunxiang was dissatisfied and mumbled loudly.
"Chunxiang, it's okay." Fang Qing's tone was a little cold. She glanced at Chunxiang and signaled her not to make too much trouble.
Chunxiang looked at Fang Qing's cold expression. Although her lips pouted, she said nothing, but her big, watery eyes still blinked dissatisfiedly at Huo Gang.
"Let's go." Fang Qing really regretted taking Chunxiang out. Why did this girl become so high-spirited every time she saw Huo Gang, insisting on making him draw a sword and force her to fight.
Silver light flashed, and the sparks from the sword light seemed to be dyed into her frozen focus.
She was suddenly startled, and then her pale eyebrows were tightly knitted, and the luster in her eyes fell silent.
Her steps became hesitant, and then she walked quickly, and in a flash, she was far away from where Suye was standing. Chunxiang followed closely, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.
The third young lady suddenly seemed to have thought of something. Her expression just now changed. She felt something was wrong, very wrong. There was a hint of worry in Chunxiang's clear eyes.
Suye stood where he was. He looked at the backs of Fang Qing and Chunxiang, and a strange light suddenly flashed across his ice-blue eyes.
"Huo Gang, Miss Luan is suspicious." His thin lips moved with a cold arc.
"What the young master means is that she -" No way, how did Miss Luan see it?
"I'm afraid she has been suspicious for a long time, but she never paid attention to it because of other things. Seeing her look now, she must have thought of something." Suye's icy blue eyes flickered with luster.
"Then what is the next step, young master, going to do?" Huo Gang asked Su Ye for instructions.
"Follow them first." The folding fan in Suye's hand snapped and he quickly put it away. His figure flashed across the sky like a flying rainbow, and in a moment, the figure disappeared from Huo Gang's eyes.
Huo Gang did not dare to neglect, he then used Qing Kung Fu, flew up, and followed Su Ye's retreating figure, following closely behind him.
Fang Qing and Chunxiang strolled into the main entrance of Luoyue Temple and saw men and women asking for fortune-telling and prostrating themselves. Their faces showed a pious look, immersed in the curls of smoke.
Fang Qing just glanced at it lightly and told Chunxiang: "Chunxiang, take out the things and place them in front of the Buddha statue." She herself walked to the stall of Master Kongjian, the famous sign-writing master of Luoyue Temple.
forward.
"Master Kongjian, Xinnu wants to write a signature. Could you please help Master to take a look at Xinnu's future?" Fang Qing sat opposite him calmly and calmly.
There were incense candles, fruits, and snacks beside Chunxiang, but her eyes drifted to Fang Qing from time to time. Did the third lady want to sign a document?
Master Nakong Jian had his eyes closed and was meditating. Suddenly he heard Fang Qing's cold and indifferent voice. He slowly opened his eyes. A wise light shone in his eyes.
"Girl, do you want marriage, family luck, or wealth?"
"Master, Xinnu is not asking for anything else, but she is asking for fate. Please give me some advice. What is Xinnu's future fate?" Fang Qing looked at him indifferently, and she stared at him as he wrote.
Master Kong Jian stared at Fang Qing for a while, his eyes filled with confusion. "Can the female donor extend her right hand and let the poor monk take a look?"
Fang Qing generously stretched out his right hand and handed it to Master Kong Jian.
When Master Kongjian saw him, his clear eyes opened with horror.
"Master, may I ask what Xinnu's future destiny is?"
Master Kong Jian let out a long sigh. He closed his eyes tightly and kept fiddling with the beads. Suddenly the beads broke, and the beads fell to the ground with a crash.
"The female donor's destiny is bizarre and unique. I'll forgive the humble monk for speaking frankly. I have never seen such a destiny before. I'm afraid I can't do anything to advise the female donor about her future destiny. Amitabha, it's a sin." Master Kong Jian said silently.
Say no more.
Fang Qing's eyes were filled with indifference. The master could not tell her about her fate, but she had to get Master Kongjian's signature.
So she called Chunxiang, who was anxious and anxious, "Chunxiang."
When Chunxiang heard Fang Qing calling her over, she hurriedly got up and ran over. "Miss Third, is there anything you need me to do?"
"Master, can you please give me the marriage fortune sign for this girl?" Fang Qing's voice was light, and the master opened his clear eyes again.
He looked at Chunxiang and suddenly nodded. "Okay." He picked up the pen to write, and the strokes were ethereal and clear, with the brushstrokes clear of dust and no distracting thoughts.
It seemed that he was not the same person as the person she was looking for. Fang Qing picked up Chunxiang's marriage sign. Her sign read, "The sun is setting in the west, and the worries are in the palm of your hand. It's easy to live on the front beach, and even more on the back beach."
"Female donor, although the poor monk cannot tell you your destiny, I can give you a marriage sign. The poor monk is really ashamed. It seems that he still needs to practice in seclusion. The two female donors, the poor monk, took his leave." Kong said.
I saw the master leaving the stall.
There was still a marriage signature left on the stall, paper paper flying in the wind.
Fang Qing picked it up and took a look, his indifferent eyes flashing with light.
Then she rubbed the marriage signature in the palm of her hand and threw it gently on the ground. What she wanted was not a marriage signature at all. Besides, could such a small signature determine a person's marriage?
?Why does she need others to decide her marriage? My fate is up to me! It’s ridiculous, it’s really ridiculous. If she had nothing to do, why would she need to come to Luoyue Temple to ask for an autograph?
Since there is nothing she needs here, there is no need for her to waste time here.
"Chunxiang, I have paid my respects to the incense and decoded the signature. We can go back and burn incense in another place tomorrow." Fang Qing stepped on the ball of paper and stepped out of the gate of Luoyue Temple indifferently.
Chunxiang carefully kept her marriage signature in her arms, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.
She packed up her things neatly, carrying the bamboo basket, and then walked out of the gate of Luoyue Temple.
The autumn wind blew off the white paper signatures on the signature booth, making a clattering sound. Silver-white boots stopped in front of the booth. One hand, a flawless and slender hand, slowly picked up the quilt.
The ball of paper that Qing crumpled up.
Fingertips lightly passed over it, and the paper ball was slowly spread.
The clear handwriting and floating strokes were imprinted into his soul-stirring ice-blue eyes. He stared at the signature for a long time, a long, long time.
The marriage signature that Master Kongjian gave her was: "The golden body is bathed in the water of the Nine Dragons, and the marriage is made on the lotus seat. How can the phoenix be a mortal thing that takes advantage of the time and goes up to the sky?"
When he was slightly distracted, a figure landed beside him.
"Young Master, Miss Luan and Chunxiang are driving the carriage back to Prince Ning's Mansion." Huo Gang lowered his head and clasped his fists, his expression solemn.
"I know." The paper ball in his palm was crumpled into a ball and thrown on its original place. Then Suye's blue eyes tightened and he said coldly: "Oops, they are definitely not going back to Prince Ning's Mansion. Huo Gang, we
Hurry and leave." He walked away in the wind, and his back looked misty and desolate from a distance.
The young master looked a little strange. Huo Gang stared at the ball of paper on the ground. He squatted down curiously, picked it up and spread it out to take a look. His eyes were filled with horror for a moment. No wonder the young master was distracted just now. It turned out that Miss Luan's marriage was