The strong female warrior quickly stood in front of Cheng Ping, with a painting hanging on her shoulders. It fell to the ground when the wind blew.
The old scholar who was beating his chest and about to cry for his painting stall just let out a cry, but was stopped by the money handed to him.
Because there was no crying or making any noise, the movement here only made passers-by glance over curiously, but no one stayed to watch.
"Zhuang...ah...do you recognize me?" Cheng Ping asked stammering, feeling a little frightened as he looked at the little lady whose eyes never left his side.
His mind was racing, he had been here for a while, but there weren't many businesses open, and there were no women among them.
Could it be that she is a female member of a fortune-telling family?
But it's still wrong, because it's not in my own territory and he didn't leave a name. How could I call him by his name in one breath?
"Oh little liar!"
The two women who followed shouted in surprise.
Seeing these two women, Cheng Ping was a little surprised and a little surprised.
"Ah, Miss San Niang, Miss Niang, why are you here?" he said with a smile.
Sanniang stepped forward and grabbed his arm, while Xiniang grabbed the other side and supported him from left to right.
"You actually came here!" they shouted happily and excitedly, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, "Madam, we finally found him!"
Cheng Ping immediately understood what was going on and smiled bitterly.
"Madam, it's just a penny. You have really put in the effort..." he said, with his head downcast, "Then, what do you think you should do? I can't pay back the money. After all, I have solved the hexagram. If the hexagram is not
If it doesn't work...if not, I'll give you a good beating to vent your anger."
He said so much, but no one answered in front of him, so he raised his head and saw that the woman was still staring at him, looking at him very seriously and refusing to let go of every inch. He only looked at the two women next to him with their hearts beating wildly.
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Cheng Ping let out a breath, his face became relaxed, and he shook his head. The left and right sides seemed to match the woman's sight, allowing her to see clearly and comprehensively.
"Is it similar?" he then asked.
What's it like? The two women were confused when they heard it. They looked up at Cheng Jiaoniang and were startled.
A tear fell down the lady's face.
"Lady!" They were really frightened.
Although the time we got together was short, this woman always had a calm expression and smiled slightly when talking to them. Although she was not very friendly, at least she had never seen her face drawn, let alone shed tears of sadness.
Cheng Ping looked calm and reached out to touch his face.
"It looks so similar," he said, grinning, "Then just look at it as much as you want."
A gust of north wind blew by, picking up the snow on the trees on the street and scattering it in a flurry.
The woman hurriedly stretched out her hand and shook her cloak to block Cheng Jiaoniang, but she was still a step too late. Snow fell on the sitting woman, and the dark clothes were speckled with crystals.
The entourage didn't care, since they already knew that this woman was weird, but the two women from the Cheng family and the old scholar were all dumbfounded.
"Really, do you really want to see enough?" the old scholar murmured.
Ever since she said she had seen enough, this little lady has actually sat down and watched it for so long.
This is interesting. The old scholar no longer sells his paintings. He just stands aside and looks at them.
Anyway, the money I just paid to compensate for the damage to the shelves and calligraphy and paintings was enough.
By the way, this little lady is so strong. Look at her movements, she can draw a stone bow.
The two women couldn't help but look at each other. Both of them thought of one thing. Could it be...that something?
This little liar is not very good-looking, and he is not as good as the Seventeenth Prince of the Wang family...
"You are overthinking, it's not like that." The old scholar said, shaking his head.
The two women glared at him.
"What do you know!" they whispered.
"I know better than you, but there is nothing in that little lady's eyes that you think." The old scholar said without any stage fright.
They were bickering here and Cheng Ping was shouting for a while but no business came to the door. He sighed helplessly and finally laid his eyes on Cheng Jiaoniang. As if he just saw her looking at her like this, he grinned and raised his feet.
Come over here.
"Madam, why don't I give you a divination? I only need a penny, and it's free to interpret the divination," he said.
Cheng Jiaoniang suddenly stood up and took a step back as if she was frightened.
This shocked the others.
Is there anything in this world that this lady is afraid of?
Dare to kill people...the followers thought in their hearts.
Dare to sue one's own elders... the women thought.
Being able to tear apart the strong bamboo frame tied by himself... the old scholar thought.
"You little liar, go away... who asked you to deceive people?" The two women shouted hurriedly, waving their hands to drive him away, "Go away, just stand over there and let him watch."
"Actually, his fortune-telling is very accurate," said the old scholar.
Some time ago, this boy set up a Gua stall on his own property. The town was young and cold, so the old scholar was very happy to have someone to keep him company, especially since he was an unlucky guy who was even less busy than himself.
A few days ago, he casually asked this boy to do a divination. He paid a penny and got a lucky divination, saying that he would have wealth luck in these days.
Naturally, he didn't believe it and made fun of him for several days. Looking at the money bag in his hand, he couldn't help but realize, isn't this the luck of wealth?
Although I lost my easel and a few calligraphy and paintings, I received far more compensation than that.
Regardless of whether it was a coincidence or something, he somewhat hoped that this boy would make a business...
Although it was a one-cent transaction, what if this rich young lady was made happy? She might even get rich!
"Don't be afraid, little lady." Cheng Ping said with a smile, "Good or bad, it's not that you will avoid them if you are afraid. In fact, if you look away, it doesn't matter."
It’s not that if you hide, you won’t come if you’re afraid, it doesn’t exist…
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and lowered her eyes slightly, with a tear falling, and then raised her head.
"Okay." She said, smiling slightly.
But this laughter is almost the same as crying.
Cheng Ping acted as if he didn't see it, and smiled and extended his hand to invite you.
Cheng Jiaoniang stepped forward to his small broken table.
"It's very simple, just shake the big money and throw it down." Cheng Ping said, with a bit of joy, he took out three big coins.
Just as Cheng Jiaoniang was about to reach out and take it, Cheng Ping took it back.
"Well, according to the rules passed down from my ancestors, the hexagrams must not be wrong, so you have to give money first..." Cheng Ping said with a smile and stretched out his other hand.
The attendant next to him immediately took out a handful of money.
Cheng Ping immediately retracted his hand and did not take it. The entourage was a little surprised and confused.
"Just one penny." Cheng Ping stretched out two fingers to pick it up from the attendant's hand.
"Why do you want to accept an article?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, standing up suddenly, her voice seemed a little angry.
This shocked the people around him again.
Cheng Ping's fingers stopped in mid-air.
"Is it too much?" He stammered, "But, little lady, you can't get it for free...it's my family's rules..."
"I give you all this money, don't you want to make money? Why don't you want it?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, reaching out to grab the money from the attendant's hand and handing it to Cheng Ping, "Take it!"
Cheng Ping ducked back with an embarrassed look.
"But the rules are the rules..." he said, slowly moving two fingers over and looking at Cheng Jiaoniang carefully, "Just one penny, no less, no more..."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him, her face turned pale slightly, she moved her lips but didn't speak. She just watched Cheng Ping tentatively pick up a penny.
She handed the rest of the money to her attendants and sat down. She didn't flip the table angrily as everyone expected, or even spit out her voice, but her expression was calm, as if she had never been excited before.
Cheng Ping carefully put a penny into the pocket in front of him, then carefully stretched out his hand and handed over three large coins.
Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand and the big money fell into her hand.
"Hold it, shake it, think about what you want, and then throw it down..." Cheng Ping said, demonstrating.
Cheng Jiaoniang clenched her hands and shook them slowly.
"Yes, yes, that's it..."
Cheng Ping's coaxing words reached his ears.
She couldn't help but purse her lips and smile, tears blurred her vision again, and threw three big coins on the table with a flip of her hand.
Cheng Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone around him also breathed a sigh of relief.
I didn't expect divination to be so tiring...
"Let me take a look." Cheng Ping shook off his clothes and sat on a low stool, smiling and saying.
At this time, because there were so many people here, they also attracted the attention of passers-by, so some people came together to take a look.
Cheng Ping lowered his head to look, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. Instead, he raised his head in shock, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang as if she couldn't believe it.
"Little lady, how can you be a lifeless person!" he shouted.
The people around him were startled by his expression.
"What do you mean by a lifeless person?" the two women asked hurriedly.
"It's a dead person!" Cheng Ping said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang and unable to conceal his surprise, "Either he is already dead, or he is about to die."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience gasped.
