The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

When Fengyang was still alive, he once said that Shen Shi was as peaceful as a child, but he had great wisdom.

The so-called great wisdom means being unscrupulous and acting recklessly. Yanjiu feels that what Fengyang said is true.

It was midnight again, and Yanjiu was dressed in a white gown with wide sleeves, holding a red lantern in his hand.

Knock on Shang's door again.

At that time, A Tao was awake. He stuck a peach blossom out of the wall and was admiring the moonlight on the street.

At first sight of Yanjiu's white robe and red lantern, he was so frightened that he cried out "Wow".

"Oh my god, Shang Jing, come out quickly. It's really haunted this time. It's so scary."

On a spring night, the air is cool and moist, with the gentleness and intoxication of spring.

Peach blossom petals are flying, even in the middle of the night, the romantic spring night still makes people feel happy.

Shang Jing opened the door and saw Yan Jiu's unusual appearance. He curled his lips, raised his head and asked A Tao on the tree:

"A Tao, you only said it was haunted, why didn't you say it was a ghost.

I tidied it up carefully before going out to welcome guests. "

Yanjiu hung the lantern on the door of Shang's house, and then stepped into the door. He glanced at Shang Jing lightly, his eyes tangled as if there were thousands of threads.

"No need to clean it up, you look good just like this, I'm very satisfied."

Shang Jing walked beside Yanjiu and walked in together: "That's really an honor."

At this moment, in this scene, there is only A Tao sitting on the peach branch, pondering there.

Porn ghost, porn ghost? In the story, the erotic ghost sucks the yang energy of the scholar to maintain her beauty.

Hey, hey, it's still scary, Shang Jing must be confused.

In the courtyard of Shang's family, Shang Jing and Yan Jiu were sitting on both sides of the wooden table.

Shang Jing turned his head to look at the big red lantern hanging at his door, and couldn't help but smile teasingly:

"They say Mr. Xiangzhao's lanterns are not hung casually."

Yan Yang heard that Xiangzhao helps people with divination and fortune-telling, and they all ask for rewards based on their mood, and the rewards are usually not money.

If Xiangzhao hangs a lantern, it is a big deal, and you may not encounter it even once a year.

Shang Jing's tone was frivolous: "I'm honored to be Mr. Xiangzhao's first big customer this year."

Hearing this, Yanjiu's eyebrows were raised slightly, with a hint of scorn, and his peach blossom eyes were particularly coquettish and heart-wrenching.

Even Yanjiu's lazy voice seemed seductive:

"Not only this year, Mr. Shang, you are also my biggest customer so far. You are unprecedented and unprecedented.

I rarely do business with living people. "

Shang Jing held his chin with one hand and asked Yan Jiu: "I have heard of this rule, why?"

Yan Jiu was a little disdainful: "Living people mostly come to me for worldly desires, but souls come to me to make up for their regrets in life. In fact, I hate people's desires, so living people rarely find me."

While talking, Yanjiu gave Shang Jing a few chestnuts.

Shang Jing looked confused: "Given it to me?"

Yanjiu: "Peel it off."

Shang Jing was obedient. While peeling chestnuts, he asked Yanjiu:

"You came here with a lantern today. What kind of business do you want to do with me?"

After saying that, Shang Jing realized what he was doing, and he chuckled: "It's a bit of putting the cart before the horse. I should go to Xiangzhao Bookstore and ask "Sir" to hang up a lantern and help me solve my problem.

Is this what everyone else does? "

Yanjiu: "Otherwise, I'd say you're ignorant."

Shang Jing: "..." But Shang Jing really doesn't know what "business" he wants to do with Yanjiu?

Here, Yanjiu put Shang Jing's peeled chestnuts into his mouth. The chestnuts were filled with sweet fragrance, and he waited until the last chestnut was finished.

Yanjiu stood up, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and leaned forward slightly.

Looking at Shang Jing under the reddish moonlight, Shang Jing seemed to see Yan Jiu's true face for the first time.

Taohua's eyes look affectionate, but in fact she is heartless, and when she looks inside, she has a strange feeling.

Calm, rational, step-by-step, and extremely undisciplined, it seems a bit distraught.

Shang Jing's smile was a bit dangerous: "Don't look at me anymore. If you look at me again, I will easily press you on the table and spend the night with you."

Yanjiu did not dodge at all, but remained aggressive:

"Although I hate people's various desires, I am also a human being and I also have desires.

I have some double standards about this, and I'm willing to look my desires in the face. "

As he spoke, Yanjiu's eyes drifted to the lantern at the door:

“So, this was the first time I took the initiative to do business with someone.

Shang Jing, you can ask me for something, or you can ask me to do something for you.

However, I will decide the reward.

What, do you dare? "

Shang Jing stared into Yanjiu's eyes and asked with a smile, "Can I have anything I want?"

Yanjiu's throat rolled, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Anything is fine."

Shang Jing: "Then the business is done."

Yanjiu echoed: "A gentleman's word can make all mountains unstoppable."

Shang Jing tilted his head and smiled at Yanjiu: "Don't you ask me what I want?"

Yanjiu asked back: "Don't you ask me what reward I want?"

Shang Jing: "I can give you whatever you want."

Yan Jiu made no secret of it: "I want you to form a contract with me so that your luck will be connected to mine." Shang Jing's luck is most of Yan Yang's luck.

Shang Jing didn't take it seriously: "It's a trivial matter, now it's time to talk about my appeal..."

As he spoke, Shang Jing lifted Yan Jiu's chin with his index finger: "I want you."

Yanjiu raised the corners of his lips, and his peach blossom eyes curved into a very romantic look: "Didn't I promise you just now..."