I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Mr. Yuhu took two tips bags from the desk and handed them to Luo Qianhuai and Mr. Mo respectively: "The hexagram has been calculated. If you are interested, you can open it and take a look. If you are not interested, throw it away." It doesn’t matter. The way of heaven is constant, everyone has their own destiny, and divination is just the icing on the cake. Even if the secret of heaven is broken, nothing can be changed..."

He was babbling on and on without knowing what he was talking about, but Mr. Mo had already picked up Luo Qianhuai, thanked him very casually, and left directly.

As soon as they went out, Mr. Yuhu couldn't hold on any longer and sat down on the ground, his face twisted in pain.

The boy servant outside the door rushed in after hearing the sound, and while struggling to help him up, he complained: "You rushed here in a hurry to see what the hidden dragon and phoenix are, but in the end, your waist is shaking when you sit in the bullock cart. I don’t know what to draw.”

"What can a little brat understand?" Mr. Yuhu rolled his eyes at him: "Everything is fate, but that is everyone else's fate - whether you can enjoy your old age as a teacher depends on whether you can forge this incense today. Falling in love!"

"Then master, why don't you make your own decision and see if others appreciate it?" said the boy servant.

Mr. Yuhu let out a long sigh and said, "All my teachings have been in vain? The fortune teller can account for everything except myself and my family. Otherwise, why would I be so cautious about leaving a way out?"

The street market is bustling with people. Luo Qianhuai let Mr. Mo hold his hand and walked through the crowd. His eyes and ears were full of laughter. From time to time, a girl dressed in beautiful clothes would shyly stop in front of Mr. Mo and report to herself in a soft voice. Home, a polite way of making friends.

Whenever this happened, Mr. Mo would turn cold and silent, lead Luo Qianhuai and walk away quickly, leaving only the girls there, confused and at a loss.

"Actually, the young master doesn't have to be so heartless." Luo Qianhuai had seen too much excitement, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit unbearable: "They don't have any ill intentions, so why should the young master refuse people thousands of miles away."

Mr. Mo stopped suddenly, and when he turned around to look at her, he looked helpless. He was about to say something when suddenly a man, surrounded by several servants, came upstream and blocked Luo Qianhuai.

"I asked why she looks so familiar. It turns out she is Mrs. Luo." Jin Han crossed his arms and looked at her coldly.

"Jin Dalangjun was released so soon?" Luo Qianhuai looked surprised: "I thought that if a slave commits a crime, even if he is not locked up for a few months, he will be punished fifty times!"

When she mentioned the matter of hitting the board, Jin Han suddenly felt that the injury that had not healed started to hurt again.

He glared at Luo Qianhuai fiercely: "We have met on a narrow road today, right? Come here, please help me bring Mrs. Luo back. I will treat her well."

In fact, Mr. Mo had already heard about the previous incident, and he thought that it would be just a small punishment or a big warning through Xing Ting's hand, but he did not expect that this man was so reckless and wanted to do something evil in front of him.

He was angry in his heart, and a cold pressure was unconsciously brought out. Jin Han was the first to bear the brunt, and shuddered fiercely, and then he saw Mr. Mo standing next to Luo Qianhuai.

Although this man was outstanding, he was not one of the powerful sons of the aristocratic family he knew, and he did not even wear a sword on his waist, so he thought that he was just a lowly businessman and did not take him seriously:

"Who are you? If you dare to offend me, believe it or not, I will make it impossible for you to stay here in Xijing?"

"You don't need to know who I am." Mr. Mo's voice was so low that only the few people in front of him could hear: "I just pity Jin Shizhong. If there are no other children in the future, I'm afraid there will be no one to inherit the incense."

Jin Han had never heard such a blatant threat.

"If you don't want to live, I will help you! Someone is here..." He turned around to call the few accompanying guards, but suddenly found that those people had disappeared without knowing when.

There are lights and people everywhere, and no one cares about the passers-by around them.

"Did you send someone to do it?" He was not a fool, he had already come to his senses: "You are so brave, put the people back quickly, if one of them is taller than the other, I will never let you go! "

"Young Master." Luo Qianhuai tugged on Young Master Mo's lapel, fearing that he would kill the arrogant Jin Dalang in a rage and get himself into trouble.

But Mr. Mo has his own considerations. This person is famous for being lustful and cruel. Jin Xin has already settled several murder cases for him. Madam Luo has both enmity with this person and attracted his attention. He will definitely not be able to let go easily.

Only a thousand days can make a thief, and there is no one who can guard against thieves for a thousand days. Instead of letting Mrs. Luo get her own blood in the future, it is better for him to solve the problem.

Of course, he didn't want to give Zhang Qing another chance to show off his skills in front of her.

It was impossible for Mr. Mo to tell Luo Qianhuai about these fleeting plans.

He ignored Jin Han and took advantage of the situation to hold Luo Qianhuai's hand tightly and lead her into the crowd.

Jin Han was so angry that he was trembling with anger. He was about to rush forward to regain the situation when he suddenly felt someone holding his shoulder: "Jin Dalangjun, I'm sorry."

The palm of his hand cut across the back of his neck. Jin Han's body went limp and he fell down. However, Wei Lan held him up and picked him up together with another camp guard. Just like holding up a drunken friend, he disappeared silently. Among the crowd.

When Mr. Mo goes out, all the personal guards and dozens of camp guards are all around to support him. For fear of making any mistakes, it is simply a piece of cake to deal with a few inattentive ones.

Luo Qianhuai didn't know that this was the last time she saw Jin Han.

The eight-pointed revolving lantern of Beauty Stepping on the Moon was at Xingjiu's place before. Luo Qianhuai and Mr. Mo guessed a few more lantern riddles, then each held a lantern in their hands, and walked happily side by side like ordinary young men and women. OK.

Mr. Mo seemed to be in a high mood tonight, and he would never refuse no matter what she asked for. Luo Qianhuai tasted the roasted pork, which was similar to the barbecued skewers in his previous life. It was also served with palm-sized, crispy pancakes. After eating the sliced ​​roasted pork, he only took the outermost layer of crispy skin and marinated it. The orange sauce is fragrant but not greasy.

In addition, there are swallow dumplings, glutinous rice dumplings, sour plum cakes, fried beef liver, glutinous rice and lotus roots, tripe meat, frozen pears, red fruits...

Luo Qianhuai's cheeks were bulging with food, but Mr. Mo on the side just looked at her with a smile on his face, as if he was not interested in the food, but he was very interested in the food she specially brought to his mouth. He didn't refuse and ate every bite.

Luo Qianhuai vaguely felt that Mr. Mo today was a little different from the past. He seemed to be less aloof and aloof, and was infected by the smoke and fire of the world. He was so gentle that she felt like she was in a dream.

The accident happened suddenly after Luo Qianhuai picked two masks.