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

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Yaohua finally understood why Luan Qiu always ran to her place a while ago.

The purpose of co-writing is to find opportunities to cast a spell.

Luan Qiu seemed to have a very bad relationship with Yanjiu, and the fact was that his relationship was very bad, but he listened to Yanjiu's words.

Yaohua couldn't figure out the stakes, just like he couldn't figure out why Yanjiu was Mr. Xiangzhao.

But considering Yanjiu's methods, it seems reasonable that he is Mr. Xiangzhao.

Who would have thought that Yan Yang, the most mysterious, unknowable, admirable and wary existence... would be the illegitimate son despised by everyone in the Bai family.

The most ridiculous thing for Yaohua was that he initially thought that Yanjiu was as weak as dust and it didn't matter if he played with it casually.

However, Yaohua was very open-minded, and he soon became okay again. He turned around and asked Luan Qiu:

"What about you? Did Xiang Zhao catch you? Do you have any reason to sacrifice your life for him?"

Luan Qiu pursed his lips and was too stuffy to speak.

Hearing Yaohua's doubts, Yanjiu chuckled softly: "Luan Qiu, Luan Qiu is just being filial, isn't he a nephew?"

Yanjiu looked at Luan Qiu as he spoke: "My good nephew, go to the milk tea shop and buy 2 cups of milk tea for your uncle. Your uncle will give you a good review anonymously on the Zhaoyao App."

Luan Qiu left angrily. Even though he was not smart, he could still see that Yan Jiu wanted to get rid of him...

The moonlight in Xiangzhao Bookstore is always very eerie, and the atmosphere is even more laid-back, like a peach blossom garden created by ghosts and gods.

Yanjiu pushed the brewed tea in front of Yaohua: "Tell me, what do you want to ask?"

Looking at Mr. Xiangzhao and Junior Master Zhaoyaoshan in front of him, Yaohua suddenly didn't know whether to ask something.

What he wanted to ask was exactly about Yan Jiu.

Bai Xingzhao's next plan is to use the inkstone to "sacrifice to heaven", which sounds feudal and evil.

But at the same time, Bai Xingzhao was holding the manuscript of Master Yunbei in his hand. He was a famous master and it was for the overall interests of Yan Yang.

Although he said that he was a famous teacher, Bai Xingzhao also knew that sacrificing a living person to heaven would be a crime that would be criticized.

Therefore, he must win over the support of others in advance. Before something happens, he must control the direction of speech and ensure that nothing goes wrong.

As long as many powerful people are on his side, even if he is wrong, it is still right.

Bai Xingzhao found Yaohua first. After all, Yaohua could be regarded as his ally.

He didn't care at all that Yaohua had thoughts about Yanjiu. The so-called thoughts were not just lust for beauty or temporary interest, so they were not worth mentioning at all.

When Yaohua learned about Bai Xingzhao's plan, he was also stunned. He did not expect Bai Xingzhao to be so radical.

Yaohua did not reply to Bai Xingzhao, he planned to stay out of the matter.

Although he has some thoughts about Yanjiu, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor, and everything is Yanjiu's destiny.

He had no intention of going against Bai Xingzhao for Yanjiu. Yaohua always put his interests first.

It's just that he still can't sleep tonight, and his heart is in a mess.

Yaohua suddenly thought of Mr. Xiangzhao, whom he had not seen last time.

He wanted to ask Mr. Xiangzhao about Yanjiu's fate, but at this moment, Mr. Xiangzhao was sitting opposite him.

This scene is honestly a bit absurd.

Yanjiu glanced around the table, and the lotus tube at the corner caught his eye. He wanted to pick a lotus randomly to deal with Yaohua, but Yaohua stopped him:

"No need, Shang Jing spent a long time here looking for it last time and gave me a stick to sign.

Thanks to Shang Jing’s ‘kindness’, my life has indeed been rough recently. "

As he said that, Yaohua looked at Yanjiu solemnly: "Actually, I want to ask about the fate of a person today...his name is Yanjiu."

Hearing this, Yanjiu raised his eyelids and glanced at Yaohua, and he put the lottery tube back casually.

Yanjiu had some vague guesses in his heart, maybe Yaohua was secretly revealing something to him.

Yanjiu took out a pen and paper and handed it to Yaohua: "Write a word."

Yaohua smiled: "So perfunctory?"

Yan Jiu stretched out: "It's already cumbersome enough. I usually just make the predictions directly in my mind, but today I asked you to write a word."

Yaohua asked Yanjiu while writing: "Is it true that everything can be used to make fortune-telling as the rumors say?"

Yanjiu leaned on the chair and crossed his legs lazily: "Indeed, but I don't accept disciples, so you don't have to have any evil intentions."

Yaohua smiled helplessly, and the word "Jie" appeared on the paper.

Yanjiu glanced at the word "Jie", twitched the corner of his mouth, and said casually:

"The word calamity you wrote is quite appropriate for the occasion. I just did the math and found that I do have a calamity, and it is still a calamity of death."

Yaohua picked up the tea cup and drank tea to moisten his throat: "Looking at you like this, you seem to be so leisurely that you are not going to die, but to have good luck. Aren't you afraid?"

Yan Jiu smiled sarcastically: "I have a light fortune and a bad fortune. Almost every time I tell my fortune, I get a calamity, no lighter than this."

Saying that, Yanjiu spread his hands towards Yaohua: "But you see, I am still alive and well. I can't die even if I jump off a cliff."

Yaohua: "..."

Yan Jiu stood up slowly, clasped his hands behind his back, turned sideways and looked up at the moon. Although he looked slim, he showed an arrogant look.

Ghosts come and go in Xiangzhao Bookstore. A fox stretches forward lazily on the roof, and a young man in a white robe is eating starch sausage under the shadow of locust tree branches.

In another space, Shang Jing was tinkering with an unknown soup. He didn't comment on the taste. Anyway, the little flower on A Tao's head was wilted.

Yanjiu suddenly turned his head to look at Yaohua:

“My destiny is not good, and disasters are always there.

Although I am a divination master...but I never believe in fate.

I could live well by myself before, but now that I have many people around me, I can definitely live better. "

Yaohua drank the tea in the cup in one gulp: "Be careful in everything, just get to know each other, I will say this."

After finishing speaking, Yaohua put down the teacup, stood up and left. Looking at Yaohua's back, Yanjiu said lightly:

"Anyway, thank you for reminding me."

……

After Yaohua left, Yan Jiuhun looked at the word "Jie" on the paper indifferently. He suddenly chuckled with contempt.

The world really can't stand me. It must be the world's fault, and it's certainly not my fault.

After a while, Luan Qiu came back with milk tea. Seeing this, Yan Jiu narrowed his eyes and smiled. He stood up and put on his thin coat.

As he walked out, he patted Luan Qiu on the shoulder:

"You and Qing'an have milk tea. Uncle, I have to get off work."

Immediately, Yanjiu turned his head and glanced at Luan Qiu, and asked inexplicably: "Luan Qiu, you and Qing'an take a good look at the store..."

Luan Qiu originally wanted to retort, but Yanjiu had already disappeared at the gate without a care in the world.

Yanjiu did not go home, but went to Shang's house.

Before he even entered the door, he could already smell the smell of burnt food.

Looking up at A Tao on the branch, Yanjiu asked doubtfully: "A Tao, the Shang family is on fire? Why don't you put out the fire?"

A Tao's young face finally showed the fatigue of a thousand-year-old man:

"There's no fire, it's just Shang Jing making a love dinner for you."

Yanjiu's expression froze for a moment: "..." Love dinner? Maybe this is the so-called "catastrophe".

Smiling at A Tao, Yan Jiu said calmly: "Excuse me, A Tao, don't tell Shang Jing that I have been here."

But Yanjiu said this a little late. Shang Jing was already standing at the door. He was holding the dark soup in one hand and a spatula in the other, smiling gently at Yanjiu.

That smile looked really scary in Yanjiu's eyes.

When the queen stepmother gave Snow White an apple, she wore the same smile.

Yanjiu never wronged himself and was not willing to hurt Shang Jing's self-confidence. He said straightforwardly:

"I know the soup is made for me, but I don't drink it."

Shang Jing's smile faded, and he asked expressionlessly: "Why?"

Yanjiu responded with the same expressionless expression: "The color, fragrance, and flavor are all gone. I won't drink the product."

Shang Jing gave a dull "Oh" and poured the black stuff into the trash can.

Seeing this, Yanjiu finally walked up to Shang Jing with confidence. He stretched out his index finger to lift Shang Jing's chin and said seriously:

"It's not to knock your self-confidence, but if I don't knock you, it's disrespectful to the food."

Shang Jing had already taken out his mobile phone and started ordering takeout: "The chef is on leave today. How about ordering braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, cumin lamb chops..."

Yanjiu didn't even think about it: "That's great. I love eating meat. After eating meat, I can have sex with you."

Shang Jing finally felt a little happier.

Yanjiu muttered to himself, "You can't just sit idle all the time after you have a boyfriend."