The song was silent, Xiao Rufeng frowned, and Mo Xie became serious.
"What does the girl want to know?" the gentleman asked.
Qingge replied: "Just do the math."
In the past, she would not have believed in fortune telling, and all the ghosts and legends were just lies to children. But when she really died and was possessed by Ye Qingge and was reborn, her view of the world gradually changed.
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The gentleman pinched his fingers gracefully a few times, and then he drooled on his saliva. Under Mo Xie's disgusted eyes, he wrote the word "song" on the table, "Girl, please don't underestimate the word "song".
It has a background."
"Sir, please speak."
"When the words "ge" are separated, they are brother and "qian." The gentleman said clearly: "Single word "ge" means two words. It can also be said to be two people, or... two souls..."
As if reaching an endless abyss, Qingge's pupils tightened, and all the traffic around him disappeared, leaving only an empty city and lonely darkness. In the darkness, the wild will-o'-wisps swayed, and the cold wind came, rolling up the fallen leaves, blowing Qingge's ears.
The strands of hair on the sides were lifted up.
"Two souls?"
Mo Xie's noisy voice brought Qing Ge back from his thoughts, "Don't pretend to be a ghost. Just tell fortunes properly. You are not telling ghost stories."
Obviously, Mo Xie was very unhappy.
Xiao Rufeng also frowned. This fortune teller seemed to have something in his words?
The husband smiled and said: "Okay, I won't scare you anymore. After I finished saying brother, let's talk about the word "owe". There are two explanations for this word. "Obligation" is one of them. Either the girl has failed others or she is...
Someone else hurt the girl; as for the second thing..."
After a pause, he said: "If you look carefully at the word "Qian", you will see that someone is trapped in it and cannot escape. The ground is a prison..."
Qing Ge's limbs felt cold and his face turned pale.
Mo Xie and Xiao Rufeng didn't understand what this gentleman said, but she did.
Two souls, there have been two souls in this body, but how did he know such a thing?
Mo Xie noticed something was wrong with Qing Ge, frowned and sat down on the chair in front of the table, "Okay, let's calculate it for me. Tell me, what's in my name?"
"I am a fortune teller, not a name guesser." The man who told the fortune became impatient, "How do I know what words are in your name..."
Mo Xie: "..."
Are all fortune tellers so crazy nowadays?
Or has he not been out for so long that he doesn’t realize that the world has changed?
"Okay then, just tell me my fortune." Mo Xie said, and he was surprised that this fortune teller had a completely different attitude towards him and towards Qing Ge.
His grandma's has two faces.
The fortune teller made a calculation with his fingers and said perfunctorily: "Your Excellency, there will be a bloody disaster today. There is no need to forget it. Go quickly and don't bring bad luck to me."
Mo Xie: "..."
Xiao Rufeng broke out and burst into laughter.
"You are the one who caused the bloody disaster." Mo Xie refused to accept it, rolled up his sleeves and started to do it.
"It's you who is in trouble." The fortune teller waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, hurry up, I won't charge you if I'm in a good mood. You can walk as far as you want."
"I told you that it was you who suffered the bloody disaster!" Mo Xie stepped on the table.
At this time, people in Zhou Dynasty had gathered to watch the fun.
The fortune teller refused to admit defeat and stood up suddenly, "You have it."
Mo Xie grabbed his collar and said, "You have it."
"Are you annoying? I already told you that you are going to suffer a bloody disaster." The fortune teller punched Mo Xie's left eye.
Mo Xie was stunned for a moment, and he was actually fighting with him.
The two of them were wrestling on the ground, muttering something incoherent about the bloody disaster.
Xiao Rufeng looked dumbfounded at the out-of-control scene in front of him. What is this?
What is it?
Qingge stood in the middle of the chaotic crowd, feeling chilled to the bone, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her heart felt like it had been cut open with a knife. It was bloody. She was obviously in pain, but she didn't even have the strength to speak.
For the first time, Qing Ge had the illusion of panic.
Even she herself didn't know what she was panicking about.
At this time, Mo Xie, who was struggling with the fortune teller, kicked him on the head. A few strands of blood hung out. Mo Xie patted his sleeves and stood up. He snorted arrogantly, "I told you so."
There will be a bloody disaster."
Everyone: "..."
Since then, Mo Xie has been famous among the major legendary figures in Beiyue Kingdom. How many fortune tellers have you seen fighting with him?
Not many, he is the beauty of Mo.
later.
When the three of them left, Qingge looked back from among the tens of thousands of people. She saw the fortune teller sitting awkwardly. The black cloth covering his eyes was knocked off by Mo Xie. Qingge seemed to see a pair of purple eyes.
It is like a mandala in full bloom, beautiful and enchanting, blooming at the top of the other shore.
Qingge had never seen such beautiful eyes, like an elf in a dark country, with all kinds of charm and aura, especially strong in femininity. At that moment, Qingge saw him smile.
The country is in ruins and the city is in ruins, and the fish and geese are lost.
For the first time, Qingge felt that these eight words should describe a man.
Before he had time to take another look, Mo Xie took Qing Ge to buy a few bunches of candied haws. They ate a lot, then went to watch acrobatics, fly a kite, and ride a fierce horse in the countryside.
Hunting for a horse, the wind is blowing everywhere, three thousand black hairs are intertwined, let it be free between heaven and earth.
At this point, Qingge's mood gradually became more relaxed. She looked back at Mo Xie, who was smiling wildly, and Xiao Rufeng, who was helplessly riding a horse, and thought, maybe, this is the young man.
"Ye Qing Ge." Lie immediately, and Mo Xie suddenly called Qing Ge's full name.
Qingge raised her eyebrows and responded silently.
"After I came back from Liuhai, I buried three jars of wine for you. Ten years later, you have to take it out yourself." Mo Xie said, "That is wine specially brewed for you."
In the world, you are the only one who can drink it.
Mo Xie was used to being in trouble and had always been unruly. He couldn't talk about feelings. It was just that this was the first time that he was willing to make wine for someone.
That's all.
Ten years later, when Qingge drank the wine that had been buried for her for ten years, she was indeed so drunk that she became flesh and blood.
After enjoying themselves, the three of them parted ways.
Qingge entered Ye's house and when walking towards Fengyue Pavilion, she smelled the aroma of wine beside the pavilion.
Jars full of wine were scattered around in the pavilion. The man in a vermilion robe was holding a jar of wine and was enjoying himself. However, his steps were a little unsteady and he was swaying as if he would fall down at any time.
Night without trace..
Qing Ge turned around to leave, but Ye Wuhen suddenly smashed the wine jar on the ground. The aroma of wine filled the air, and he roared feebly, "Do you think I'm perverted? I don't deserve to be your brother? I don't deserve to be your friend."
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Singing quietly in silence.
She never thought about whether she was worthy or not, it was just that she hated using the word.
Qingge wanted to leave, but Ye Wuhen took a few steps forward, holding on to the pillar, looking embarrassed, and shouted at Qingge's back: "Ye Qingge!"