The villains are all my vests

Chapter 290 The cripples were fooled into standing up by me (2)

The person who came was the little commander of the Thirteen Shadow Guards under Emperor Ling Xiaohan, Thirteen.

Gu Zhihuan unhurriedly jumped off the wooden bench.

Thirteen immediately asked someone to close the stall for her, and his eyes stopped for a moment on "Fortune-telling two silver, no bargaining" before hesitating to speak.

Gu Zhihuan was the jewel in the palm of the head of the Ming Dynasty Academy for Star Reaching.

The Star Reaching Academy got a good name, but it was actually a bluff.

From the founding of the Ming Dynasty to the present, almost every emperor has regarded it as a decoration, raising a wave of idlers.

Only when offering sacrifices every year, the Star Reaching Academy will be busy showing it to the common people.

Until Gu Zhihuan appeared.

According to legend, there is nothing in this world that she cannot count.

As long as she takes a second look at her, she can tell the whole story of this person clearly.

After coming and going, Ling Xiaohan reused the Zhaixing Academy again.

Of course, fortune-telling is too mysterious, and Gu Zhihuan's reputation is extremely polarized in the court.

The most unacceptable thing for the people in the court is that Ling Xiaohan admired Gu Zhihuan to build a star-seeking building, and this building is located in the east corner of the palace.

Before Gu Zhihuan, no outsider had ever lived in the palace.

Therefore, there are countless bizarre versions about Gu Zhihuan among different populations.

"You want to have a fortune too?" Gu Zhihuan looked sideways at Shisan.

"Ah——" Thirteen didn't expect her to ask this question: "No, I'm just curious why Mr. Gu must come out every month to do two fortune-telling calculations."

Gu Zhihuan pressed the straw hat on Shisan's head, with a sad face: "Because I'm poor."

"..." Thirteen almost choked on his own saliva.

But he heard that a wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River threw tens of thousands of taels of gold with a wave of his hand in order to let Gu Zhihuan tell his fortune.

"Okay." Gu Zhihuan restrained his sorrow, moved closer to Shisan, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Actually, I have no other choice."

"Oh?"

"Fortune-telling is something that harms the way of heaven. I'm worried that I won't live long, so doing fortune-telling for ordinary people is a good deed."

If it were someone who was familiar with Gu Zhihuan, he might scoff at it.

But Shisan was still young after all, he was startled when he heard the words, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Otherwise Master Gu will make a fortune for me?"

A smile flashed across Gu Zhihuan's eyes: "What do you want to be?"

Thirteen was taken aback again, he has no father or mother, no worries about food and clothing, so far he has nothing to worry about.

He frowned and thought for a while before continuing: "Help me figure out if the emperor will be healthy and safe."

Gu Zhihuan tapped him on the head: "I'll do the math for you."

Shisan held his head until he reached the gate of the palace, before he asked a question: "Will I live long?"

Young people don't have too many magnificent imaginations about the future.

Gu Zhihuan stopped in his tracks and looked at Shisan.

Thirteen was so stared at by him that his heart skipped a beat, and he was terrified: "Master Gu, you should stop talking about it. I don't want to hear it."

Gu Zhihuan snatched her straw hat back from his head: "It's been a long time, longer than bastard."

With that said, Gu Zhihuan stretched out his hand towards Shisan.

Thirteen blinked.

Gu Zhihuan rubbed his fingers.

Thirteen came back to his senses, took out two taels of silver from his pocket, and handed it over respectfully.

Gu Zhihuan collected the silver and went into the palace without looking back.

She actually doesn't know fortune-telling, but after she came to this world, she found that she could see a line of small characters on everyone's head.

The content of the words is mostly related to me.

For example, the thirteen who hangs in front of her every day often has a row of bright small characters on her head——

[Lifetime Thirteen]
[Live like a bastard]
Gu Zhihuan tried to look over his head, but only saw a string of question marks.

It's annoying.

Ling Xiaohan was waiting for her in the study.

As soon as Gu Zhihuan pushed open the door, before he saw Ling Xiaohan himself, he was stunned by a pile of words rushing towards him.

[Why hasn't Thirteen come back yet? ]
[The millet cake I prepared for him is getting cold]
[Gu Zhihuan is a bastard]
[The whole world is trash except me]
[I'm hungry...]
Gu Zhihuan couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

She didn't want to know so many strange things!
Seeing Gu Zhihuan, Ling Xiaohan squeezed out a big smile: "Gu Aiqing, you are finally here."

Gu Zhihuan put down his hand.

[Gu Zhihuan from Dog Day]
She bowed to Ling Xiaohan without changing her face, pretending that nothing happened: "What does the emperor want from me?"

"Cough, there is still half a month to go before the exam. The Ministry of Rituals proposed that the Academy of Stars will hold a sacrificial event to pray for all the students." Ling Xiaohan sat on the dragon chair, holding a cup of tea like a beast.

Just as Gu Zhihuan was about to agree, he saw a line of words floating out of Ling Xiaohan's head.

[I have no money, the Ministry of Rites has no money, and the treasury has no money.How can this be good]
Gu Zhihuan almost wanted to drag Ling Xiaohan off the chair and beat him up, she smiled slightly: "I wonder what the emperor's budget is?"

Ling Xiaohan coughed lowly, deliberately pondered for a moment and then said: "What does Gu Aiqing think?"

Gu Zhihuan stretched out a finger.

Ling Xiaohan deliberated and guessed, "1 taels?"

Gu Zhihuan shook his head.

"10 taels?" Ling Xiaohan's heart was bleeding.

Gu Zhihuan shook his head again.

Ling Xiaohan couldn't sit still.

He seemed to see his orphan calligraphy and painting, his private collection of tribute tea, and the best sword flying away from his eyes.

Ling Xiaohan suddenly felt that the tea in his hand was not fragrant: "It can't be 100 million taels."

Gu Zhihuan nodded.

Ling Xiaohan had a sip of tea in his mouth, neither swallowed nor spit it out.

Gu Zhihuan withdrew her finger: "However, in recent years, the emperor has vigorously supported remote areas, and the national treasury will inevitably be empty. If the emperor is worried about this—"

Ling Xiaohan's eyes were fixed on Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan smiled slightly: "Zhaixing Academy can host this event by itself."

Ling Xiaohan almost laughed out loud, but when he thought of Gu Zhihuan's personality, he immediately forced himself to sit down and calmly said, "What about the conditions?"

"I want to be alone."

"Who?"

"Doctor Yushi, Han Yue."

"Pfft——" Ling Xiaohan finally couldn't hold back, and spit out a mouthful of tea. He almost jumped up, pointed at Gu Zhihuan, with a trembling hand: "You are sick."

To say that the person in the court who dislikes Gu Zhihuan the most is Han Yue.

In the Ming Dynasty, Doctor Yushi was in charge of supervision. In other words, the trick of cheating and abducting by Zhaixingyuan was undoubtedly a big blow in his eyes.

Ling Xiaohan also knew the court's views on Zhaixingyuan, so he granted Gu Zhihuan no early court.

Even so, Han Yue still secretly had people copy Gu Zhihuan's fortune-telling stall a few times.

It took Ling Xiaohan a while to regain his proper demeanor, and he sat back on the dragon chair with his back straight: "What exactly do you want?"

He was probably frightened by Gu Zhihuan, and he didn't love Qing, so Ai Qing went.

Gu Zhihuan looked at the messy string of words above Ling Xiaohan's head, and knew that his mind was about to be struck by lightning, so he thoughtfully changed it to a more popular term.

"Please the emperor give me a marriage."

(End of this chapter)