The old scholar wanted to go up and give him a slap.
Those who know fortune-telling like to exaggerate to scare guests so that they can spend more money to solve the disaster, but your scare is too much! This is not called scaring, this is called a curse!
"This bastard, no wonder there has been no business here for so long... He doesn't know how to do business at all..."
"It's over, it's over, I'm going to be beaten half to death now..."
The people watching around shook their heads and laughed and commented.
But there was no loud and violent scene in front of them. The two people sitting upright across a short table were still sitting upright.
Cheng Ping's expression remained surprised, while Cheng Jiaoniang's expression remained calm, as if what was being heard and what was being said were not the two of them.
"What's good or bad?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
"How can you see luck if you have no life?" Cheng Ping shook his head with a solemn expression. He looked at this young lady seriously for the first time, with a look of disbelief on his face.
He suddenly made a sound of surprise.
"I've seen you!"
There was a clang, and the people around were startled. They saw the little lady who was sitting peacefully suddenly stood up, and the footstool fell over as if she was frightened.
You said she was a dead person and you didn't even scare her like this, but she became like this after just seeing you?
Cheng Ping twitched his lips, a bit frightened and a bit embarrassed.
"No, it's not the kind of meeting you thought..." he said hurriedly, "Yes, it was at the door of Cheng's house. You are the little lady who came in in a big way, right?"
Cheng Jiaoniang said oh.
"How do you know what I'm thinking about?" she suddenly asked again.
Cheng Ping laughed twice.
"Well, you can tell with just one look. The lady is definitely not looking at me, but looking at others through me..." He smiled.
Huh? Everyone around was stunned.
Why can't we see it? Besides it looks weird...
Everyone couldn't help but look at Cheng Jiaoniang secretly.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled, but because her eyes were shining with tears, her smile looked a little sour.
"Yes, you are so smart." she said.
clever?
How can you tell?
Everyone looked at Cheng Ping again. He was so thin that he could be blown over by a gust of wind. His clothes were not much better than those of a beggar, because his thin and delicate features looked a bit shabby.
Cheng Ping grinned.
"That is, that is." he said.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him, lowered her head, and then raised her head again as if she had made up her mind.
"Let me ask you one last question." she said.
Her expression was solemn, as if she was sad and desperate, and her heart couldn't help but tremble in people's eyes.
Cheng Ping swallowed. He never hesitated to speak in divination, but this time he felt a little afraid to speak.
"You have saved up one hundred coins, what are you going to do?" Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and said slowly.
It turns out that when he asked this question, Cheng Ping relaxed and smiled a little proudly.
"That way, I can make a living by eating and drinking, and then I can study and explain the scriptures." He said with joy, looking at the little lady in front of him, "What I want to study and explain is..."
His words stopped abruptly as the tears finally fell down from the face of the young lady in front of him.
From the first one or two drops, it became two lines, and then it surged from two lines.
"I." She said two words slowly.
Cheng Ping stared in surprise.
"Huh? How do you know?" he asked, and then he thought of something else that made him even more confused, "Also, how do you know that I have to save up to one hundred coins?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him, and a smile appeared on her tear-stained face.
"When I was a child, I heard other people say it every day..." she murmured to herself.
What? When I was a kid, I heard people say that every day? What did you say? That I saved a hundred pennies just to read the Bible?
Cheng Ping was stunned and was about to ask, when he saw the woman suddenly turned around and walked straight up.
"Be careful!" he couldn't help shouting.
But it was too late. The little lady tripped over the low stool beside her legs and stumbled. Two women hurriedly helped her to prevent her from falling to the ground.
"My dear, does your leg hurt?"
"Sit down quickly."
They talked hurriedly, but Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and pushed them away.
"You guys sit down, I want to take a walk by myself." She said, without looking at them, and walked straight forward.
They sit? Why else do they sit?
The two women looked at each other with confusion on their faces. Then they saw that Cheng Jiaoniang had already walked out. She didn't seem to be looking at the road. She was walking in a hurry and bumped into several people, causing a slight chaos on the street.
"Lady!"
Everyone came to their senses and hurriedly chased after him.
"Run!" The old scholar immediately waved his hand flatly.
Cheng Ping also came to his senses and hurriedly nodded and turned around to leave, but it was still a step too late. The follower who had walked a few steps over there also came to his senses and reached out to grab his shoulder.
"Hey, hey, don't slap me in the face, don't slap me in the face."
With Cheng Ping's screams, he grabbed him and led him away.
The people watching around shook their heads, with a bit of gloating.
"Well, who let him lie to others..."
"Look, the little lady who was deceived is crying like that..."
The old scholar also shook his head, and after thinking for a moment, he hurriedly packed up the calligraphy and painting stall and ran away, so as not to cause trouble and bring disaster to Chiyu.
"Madam, madam..."
"..What's going on? Tell me something.."
The two women asked anxiously, following Cheng Jiaoniang one to the left and the other to the right.
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't look at them, but it didn't seem like she was ignoring them.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just want to take a walk, take a walk." She said numbly, tears still flowing down her face.
If she still had feelings, she was bumping into people from time to time in the crowd, and her followers had to take a few steps to clear the way.
The entourage on the left and right, the young lady in luxurious clothes but with tears streaming down her face, quickly attracted the attention of passers-by on the street. Everyone looked at it with curiosity and confusion. If the entourage hadn't been so vicious, they would have gathered to watch.
"What, what on earth is going on?" The two women also wanted to cry. I don't know if they were anxious or because they were infected by seeing Cheng Jiaoniang's tears.
The followers also looked confused.
This was the first time they had seen this little lady like this, and it was only then that they suddenly realized that this lady who could kill someone with just a raise of her hand turned out to be a lady... and she could cry like a woman...
"It's okay, it's okay, she just needs to vent her depressed mood."
Cheng Ping shouted, his arms were already tied with clothes by his attendants and he was leading him away.
"If she wants to leave, let her go, if she wants to cry, let her cry, and if she wants to do anything, let her do it."
The followers turned to look at him.
Cheng Ping stood up straight to make himself look more celestial, but before he could stand up straight, one of his followers slapped him on the head, almost breaking his hair.
"It's all you bastard, saying that my wife is dead or something like that!"
"My wife is obsessed with something, so just wait!"
I was beaten and scolded, but no one could do anything.
Cheng Jiaoniang still kept walking. People were coming and going on the street, talking and laughing. When Cheng Jiaoniang passed by, everyone stopped to look, pointing with surprised expressions, but Cheng Jiaoniang turned a blind eye to all this.
That's the direction.
"Let's go! Let's go quickly..."
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head and looked at the young man who appeared in front of her. He was covered in blood and injured, and his original face was blurred by the flesh and blood, but it did not hinder his strong figure.
A spear dances like a dragon.
"Brother Dongshan..."
Cheng Jiaoniang shouted.
"Let's go..." The roar was deafening.
Cheng Jiaoniang couldn't help but quicken her steps, walked closer to him, and walked closer to him.
The horses' hooves clacked, and ropes came from all directions, tightly wrapping around the young man's hands and feet.
"Walk!"
The voice was still echoing in his ears, and the person was torn apart alive in front of him, and blood mist poured down from the sky and covered the ground.
Cheng Jiaoniang closed her eyes, tears falling like rain.
Go, go, go quickly...
I will bring the dead back to life, I will cut off limbs and reattach them, but it’s no use, it’s no use, he’s dead, he’s dead…
Father, father, how could this happen? How could this happen?
"Ah Fang, you can't get through! The door is sealed! You can't get through!"
It's passable, it's passable, let's go, let's go.
When I opened my eyes again, the fire was blazing, half of the sky was red, and there were cries and shouts.
Go quickly! Go quickly!
Put out the fire quickly. The Cheng family's mansion is exquisitely built and has many mechanisms. It can be attacked or defended. Fire is not a big deal. How can the Cheng family's mansion be afraid of fire? How can the Cheng family's people be afraid of fire!
Mothers, aunts, sisters, even if there are only women left in the house, they can still turn on the mechanisms and put out the fire!
Natural disasters are ruthless, and man-made disasters are the worst.
The ferocious bright red soul-fixing flags, swords, arrows, and crossbows flashed cold light in the firelight.
Old and young, master and maid, cats, dogs, insects and birds...
Leave no one behind...
Go, go, go...
I know how to make elaborate structures, I know how to build and paint houses, but it’s useless, it’s useless, they are all dead, they are all dead….
How could this happen! How could this happen!
No one has cleared the snow on the road outside the city. Half of it has melted away as people move around, while the other half has been stepped on firmly.
With a scream, Cheng Ping fell to the ground.
Then he kicked him.
"Get up quickly."
Cheng Ping lay on the ground and didn't move.
"I, I really can't walk anymore..." He said weakly, "My feet are about to fall off..."
The followers kicked him several times, but Cheng Ping just couldn't get up.
Speaking of which, it really took a long time to walk. Look at the two women who followed each other from the beginning to now stumbling behind.
How long have you been gone?
The followers were a little startled and couldn't help but look at the horizon. The sun that originally set at noon had already set in the west.
OMG..
"Madam, madam, please, please." Sanniang couldn't help crying anymore and shouted, "Please, just cry when you feel uncomfortable. We don't want to leave... our feet will be broken..."
"
There were no more tears on Cheng Jiaoniang's face, her expression was dull, and she kept walking.
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
She would also answer questions when asked.
"I just want to take a walk, I'll take a walk."
But this sentence is always repeated.
Xiniang and Sanniang could no longer walk. They staggered to their feet and looked at the woman in front of them walking on the road. Her dress was stained with mud, water, snow and soil, and it was held heavily behind her, as if it was weighing down her already slim body.
His body was a little shaky.
It was getting dark, it was getting dark, and it was time for the sacrifice. Look, my father was standing on the altar again.
Cheng Jiaoniang couldn't help but smile and quickened her pace.
My father has not been on the altar for a long time. Not only my father, but also my uncles and brothers at home. They stood in a row on the altar, and the hunting fire raised tongues of flame as high as each person, licking their figures ferociously.
Go quickly, go quickly!
Iron chains tied their hands and feet and passed through their shoulders and backs as human sacrifices. The boiling copper cauldron beside them was waiting to enjoy the feast.
Let’s go quickly! Cheng Jiaoniang bent down and pressed her heart!
It hurts, it hurts!
My heart hurts so much!
Go quickly! Go quickly!
I can look at the sky and look at faces, I can calculate the future and the past, but it's useless, it's useless, they are all dead, they are all dead...
"You can't go on like this, your feet will be ruined..." Several of the followers frowned and said.
"Knock her out..." Cheng Ping said weakly on the ground.
Knocked out?
The followers frowned and looked at the woman in front of them.
As if in the blink of an eye, the woman who was taking steps suddenly fell down softly.
"Madam!" Everyone shouted and ran over.
Cheng Jiaoniang did not faint. She clung to the cold ground and looked at the world to the side. The afterglow of the setting sun outlined a golden edge. The sound of exclamations in her ears and her running steps seemed to be slowed down and pulled away.
Go, go, go.
In the boundless night, half the sky was burning with fire. She couldn't get out, and she couldn't get out either.
There were numerous crossbow machines all around, and as soon as she moved, a hail of arrows would rain down from the sky.
What a beautiful palace, what a beautiful crossbow machine.
Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and touched the ground. Where are her arrows? Where is her bow?
A man walking step by step in the dark night.
Come on, come on, come over and let me see clearly, why, why is it you?
The rain of arrows in the sky covered her like a big net.
Cheng Jiaoniang closed her eyes.
She could shoot arrows, she could wield a knife, but it was useless, it was useless, she died, in the hands of someone she had never dreamed of...
Forgot, it's actually pretty good.
Why bother to remember...it's not such a beautiful thing.
Ah Fang, forget it.
Yang Shan!
How could I forget! How could I forget! Even if I suffer a lot every day, even if I cry and cry every night, I can't forget!
My people! The blood feud of my Cheng family!
Cheng Jiaoniang grabbed the ground and let out a hoarse scream that was heartbreaking and endless.
This sound made the accompanying woman who came running startled again.
"Just shout out, just shout out, let her shout."
Cheng Ping, who was lying on the ground, also shouted after him.
The sound reached Cheng Jiaoniang's ears. She raised her head and looked over, and saw the man lying on the ground through the messy legs and feet.
In fact, she has known for a long time that she is not Cheng Fang here and this is not her home.
But there is still a glimmer of hope.
I've said it before, I'm just lucky because I don't want to admit it.
But, she is dead, she is dead, doesn’t death mean death? Regardless of the sweetness of death or the misery of death, death is death, nothing is gone, everything has passed, why did she come here...
.
"This has nothing to do with me, can you see? This is her fault! You can't blame me!" Cheng Ping said hurriedly.
What's going on? What's going on?
She pushed herself up hard, and when she couldn't get up, she lay down, crawled, and crawled this way, looking at the man with blurred vision.
Tell me, you will definitely be able to tell me, right, ancestor...
Lord Ancestor!
Tell the juniors, tell the juniors!
Why did I come back here!
Lord Ancestor!
"When the Cheng family from Jiangzhou left Shuzhou, the upper sword gate was cut off and the lower Hengjiang River was cut off. The ancestors of divination had a low career. If there were questions about evil and injustice, they would rely on the turtle to tell the benefits. After reading a few people in the market, they could get a hundred coins to support themselves.
, Cai closed the curtain and taught "Laozi" [Note 1]
The elegant male voice in her ear laughed, and put a hand on her head.
"A-Fang, have you remembered that the ancestor of our Cheng family was a very powerful person?"
"Father, what is your ancestor's name?"
"The ancestor's name was Ping and his courtesy name was Zun."
Cheng Ping, Lord Ancestor.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the man, crawling and crawling, but it seemed she could never reach him.
Someone hit her neck hard, Cheng Jiaoniang's eyes went dark and she fainted.
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Note 1: The setting of the ancestors of the Cheng family is based on the deeds of Yan Junping, a Taoist scholar and thinker in the Western Han Dynasty. (To be continued)
