The two of them obviously did not come from ordinary families, but they went to this secluded and deserted place to ask for divination. What else can they be except secretly calculating their marriage?

But after his words finished, he saw the young man who had originally looked deserted, suddenly a hint of unbearableness in his eyes when he looked at the girl.

Wu Yang took a deep breath.

Calculate marriage?

Could it be that they should use the words of this fortune teller to tell him that they have a definite marriage between them? They are trying to use this to make him change his mind?

Doing this would be too presumptuous and crazy.

"Of course not."

The girl's voice was like a basin of cold water splashing him to calm down.

"Please calculate for the young master around me."

"Oh?" The middle-aged man looked at Wu Yang and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know what this young man wants to be?"

“…”

The young man who didn't want to count anything looked at Xu Mingyi.

She obviously had some plans, so he just saw what she wanted to do.

"Anything is OK." Xu Mingyi said casually: "Sir, just help me calculate it."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Where can I calculate fortune telling casually? The little girl thinks it is ordering dishes in a restaurant?

Thinking of ordering dishes, he couldn't help but take a look at the food box and the small jar of wine in the maid's hand.

Forget it, whoever told him to make money to eat, let’s play with the children.

"Can this young man get closer?"

Wu Yang patiently cooperated with the ground to take two steps forward.

"Young Master needs to state your birthday—"

Wu Yangfu's fingers behind him moved.

birthday?

He looked at Xu Mingyi.

Could it be that I wanted to find his birthday after going around such a big circle?

Prepare a birthday ceremony for him or something?

When in Ningyang, those little ladies who were troubled had done this many times-

Xu Mingyi couldn't help but be confused.

What did you think of again?

Can someone think of her if someone asks?

"If it is inconvenient to tell the birth date, I will only say which year I was born." The fortune teller said, "I went to the next best."

Wu Yang turned his gaze away from Xu Mingyi.

"Born in the first year of Qingming."

The middle-aged man calculated his fingers and carefully looked the little one from head to toe when he heard this, and said, "This young man has a handsome face and a noble spirit all over his body. I think he must be rich and noble when he comes to his home..."

Wu Yang frowned.

Can anyone with eyes almost see this fact that almost anyone can see it?

When he felt impatient to accompany Xu Mingyi to make trouble, the middle-aged man who had pinched his fingers said slowly: "This young man went out this morning at Mao Shichu, and he was alone and did not take his servant... After going out, he met a beggar. The young man was a kind person, and he must have given some money to the beggar..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel envious.

He is a practical person, so naturally he won't envy this young master's background. All he envys is the lucky beggar...

The hardships of life have long worn away his dignity.

An unexpected look appeared in Wu Yang's eyes.

But he was not a person who was easily convinced, so he thought subconsciously.

As rational as him, he would not have thought about it and thought that Xu Mingyi sent someone to follow him and monitor him—

His confidant entourage died on the way to Beijing, and his father chose several useful people for him, but he was not used to being followed by those strange faces, so he mostly went out alone.

But the capital city is not as good as Ningyang, so my father would not feel at ease, so he still lacked the secret protection. However, if it weren't for something worth mentioning, those people wouldn't have shown up.

With them here, it is impossible for him to be followed without any notice.

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at a small stain of varying depths on the hem of his robe.

"I wonder if what I'm saying is right?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Not bad at all."

Wu Yang looked at the other party and said, "You can guess these with just these stains on the corner of my robe. It can be seen that the gentleman is as careful as his hair, and he is very careful in his observation."

There were some stains on the corners of his robe, but his shoes and boots were clean. The position was very similar to the traces left by a beggar who would kneel down and beg.

And a wealthy background like him would make a beggar pounce on him. It was obvious that there were no servants around him to stop him, and he was a martial arts practitioner. Since he had not avoided him in time, it was obvious that he had no intention of hurting others.

That's why the other party was sure that he gave the beggar money and said that he was kind-hearted.

In fact, there is a little difference here - the reason why he gave the beggar money was not because of kindness. He just felt that the person who could get up so early to beg for a living was quite hard to make a living. In theory, it shouldn't have fallen to this point. Perhaps he really encountered some difficulties, so he gave the other party a ingot of silver.

In the final analysis, this fortune teller is not a method of divination at all.

The middle-aged man's expression was slightly condensed, his eyes flashed for a moment, and his face was no longer ashamed and annoyed as being exposed. Instead, he felt very appreciative. He raised his hand and bowed, "Young Master is keen."

Xu Mingyi nodded in agreement.

In terms of sharp thinking, Wu Shisun is indeed the best among them, and he is not bad in any aspect.

"It's just that I don't understand something." Wu Yang asked the middle-aged man: "How did you accurately infer that I was the first time I left the door?"

"It's just a few tricks of masters."

Wu Yang's eyes moved slightly.

Do you really have some skills?

"Sir, can you do it again, where I will do what I will do later?"

While the boy spoke, he took out a silver note from his sleeve and pressed it on the table with one hand.

Then he held his hands back and waited for the other party to answer.

The middle-aged man looked at the large silver bill and his eyelids twitched wildly.

This is enough for him to eat good wine and meat for a whole year!

However, to be fair, what attracted him more at this time was the handsome boy standing in front of him.

The middle-aged man had just felt the desire to appreciate it, and then he gradually had other concerns in his heart. He looked at the young man seriously and then looked at him.

Then he looked at the silver notes on the table and smiled.

"It's not necessary to be aware. The young master should go to the temple to pray for blessings and donate money for incense and oil."

It wasn't that I was going to travel far, but I carried a stack of silver notes close to my body.

If you want to buy something, you must bring a servant to follow you.

Assuming that it is really about going to the temple to pray for blessings and donating incense and oil, it is logical that in wealthy families, women in their families should do this.

I just need to pray for blessings, so I think the mistress who came to the head of this family was mostly sick.

If this master and young master can make this trip, the sick mistress must be his very important elder...

Although this young man spoke Beijing dialect, his pronunciation was less round, more edges and slightly more northerly.

A noble son from the north, the elders in his family were in ill health...

The fortune teller pinched his fingers again.

He immediately got up, raised his hand and said seriously: "It turns out to be the grandson of the Dingnan Prince's Mansion, and he is so clumsy."
Chapter completed!