Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

Although he promised Jia Min that he would stay with her at home for a period of time, the matter of earning money to "redeem his body" was urgent. Jia She dragged Ming Su to find his father after breakfast.

Not the real one.

Jia She's other father in the world - Zhang Daoren, is currently working hard to help His Majesty the Emperor plan a new character design.

"Daoren Zhang!" As soon as Jia Shefu came out, he almost blinded Daoren Zhang, and Daoren Zhang shook his hands, tearing the Tao Te Ching apart.

"The son is here." Daoren Zhang has not changed his appearance in recent years, and he is still handsome and handsome. This alone has deceived many believers.

Ming Su originally thought that Jia Amnesty came to Taoist Zhang for advice or pleading, but he never thought that Jia Amnesty just asked the other party to borrow a set of Taoist robes.

Zhang Daoren agreed after hearing this, and teased Ming Su, who was wearing a couple outfit with Jia She, and said, "Do you want it, Your Majesty?"

Ming Su: ...

"want."

"want!!!"

The two spoke in unison, Jia She seemed not expecting Ming Su to say yes, and blinked at him in surprise, "Brother, do you want to accompany me?"

Ming Su didn't even know what he was going to do, "If you really become a monk, you won't be together."

Jia She said with a smile, "I'm going to set up a fortune-telling stall to make money."

He had thought about it, apart from external objects, he could only know people by observing the qi, why not pretend to be a little Taoist priest, maybe he could kill someone, and he didn't need to rely on other people. Uncle would definitely not be able to say anything else.

Zhang Daoren was amazed, "Can you do it?"

"Daoist, guess what." Jia Amnesty took over the two sets of Xuanqing Taoist robes he brought, "If I say outside that I am pure and empty, you are not allowed to expose me."

Since Qingxu Temple became Ming Su's "running dog", it no longer accepts individual visitors from the common people. It is considered a half-royal Taoist temple. Those small businesses and even noodle stalls at the door in the past, of course, can't continue.

If Jia Amnesty set up a fortune-telling stall, he would have to go elsewhere.

When Ming Su was still an Emperor Star, he often wore a plain robe with wide sleeves. He changed into Taoist Zhang's Taoist robe, which didn't look obtrusive. Taoist priests of Qingxu Temple say that they are gods, and some people probably believe it.

The one who was more inconsistent was Jia She, who was shorter than Zhang Daoren, and his clothes were baggy, but also a little long. He rolled up his sleeves, and he smiled to himself, so bright that he didn't look like a good Taoist priest at all.

"Don't laugh." Ming Su pinched his face, "Be serious."

It’s really impossible to draw because of the mood, the men of the Jia family almost share the same face, but this silly guy in their family has a very charming smile, innocent and vivid.

"I can't be serious." Jia She felt that it was quite difficult, "Let's make do with it, play a full set, Zhang Daochang, quickly change the lotus crown for me."

Ming Su resolutely refused to wear that thing, took off the white jade crown, and just put on a ponytail as before.

Jia Amnesty just stared at it intently, and it was Daoren Zhang who called him to wake him up, "It's still so beautiful."

"Stupid." Ming Su sighed inwardly, and went over to tidy up his hair, "Let's go."

Saying goodbye to Daoren Zhang and leaving the concept of emptiness, Jia Amnesty was still a little out of his wits, Ming Su saw him leading him aimlessly, and dragged him into an alley with all his might, "What's wrong? If you're really unhappy, I'll go and talk to Ning Guogong."

Although his teeth itch with hatred from time to time, he still can't see Jia She's unhappy.

"It's okay, I just remembered coming from the past. Brother, don't leave me next time. When I woke up at that time, there was only one person. It was very uncomfortable."

Jia She was a little depressed, thought for a while and said, "This time it's true, I didn't lie to you."

"I know." Ming Su touched the bruises on his face that were still fading, and changed the topic, "Next time you play around and take advantage of me, I will really throw you away, not to keep you close, you always ……Well."

Jia Amnesty backed away after the kiss, pursing his lips clearly unable to hold back his smile, "Brother said it himself, it's not that he won't let me get close. Then why is brother always angry with me?"

Seeing that he was in a better mood, Ming Su didn't bother to worry about it, "I'm not angry."

He just didn't like the feeling of losing the initiative, but he didn't want to take the initiative to send Jia Amnesty to him.

Jia Amnesty felt that he couldn't let go of his hands and feet on the career line, and Ming Su tried to evade the ink on the emotional line.

The two are a good match.

"Okay, okay, then I'll be shy as an older brother. Oh, no, I should be called Senior Brother now." Jia Amnesty not only improved his acting skills, but also paid attention to the details, "Senior Brother? Senior Brother?"

The middle-aged man who was stuck in the alley couldn't bear it any longer, and coughed loudly, "Ahem, you two priests, don't do business in the poor way!"

He's ready to tear

, I never expected that the short little Taoist priest's eyes turned green when he looked over.

Jia Amnesty looked at the words "Iron Mouth God's Fortune" hanging on a bamboo pole, and felt that it would be easy, so he took out a piece of silver and said to the fortune-teller, "I bought your stall, have you seen enough? "

There are only a few tools in total, and a broken table, ten taels of silver is enough.

The fortune teller stopped coughing immediately, and let the stall out with the money in his pocket. Afraid that the two little Taoist priests would repent, he walked to the alley and reminded him, "There are gangsters here. If you want to put them outside, you have to pay protection money, otherwise I will give you money." They won't hide in alleys either."

"Thank you, I understand." Jia Amnesty had no intention of chasing after him. In the boundaries of the capital, any gangster who dared to accept his protection fee would be a bold person with a high degree of skill.

Ming Su gave him a helping hand, and the two of them moved the table out, sat down next to each other with a stool, and then found...there were no more stools for customers.

"Why don't they tell fortunes standing up?" Jia Amnesty also found that one of the legs of the table was short, so he had to find something to put it on.

"Just ten taels of silver to buy such a dilapidated stall, Gun Gun, you are really good." Ming Su obviously didn't mean the truth, "Why don't you ask someone to move a stool?"

He came out alone, and he must be accompanied by hidden guards.

Jia She shook his head, "No need, brother, sit down, I'll just borrow a stool, I'll bring one from home tomorrow."

He had a sweet smile and a sweet mouth, so without much effort, he bought an old stool from the small teahouse next door and picked up an old piece of wood that he didn't want to pad the table.

Ming Su was also convinced, "Why don't you just beg for food, with your face, it's not a problem to ask for dozens of taels a day, and I'll ask the dark guards to come back and forth to give more."

Jia Amnesty supported his chin with one hand, even sitting on the side of the street was very comfortable, "Anyway, you have to accompany me to beg for food. You can find a secret guard to tell your fortune. Business is about opening the door."

In order not to want to beg for food, His Majesty the Emperor had to find a hidden guard to come over to act as a babysitter, but before he made the gesture, the first business had already come.

"Dare to ask the Taoist priest, is it fortune-telling?"

Wang Ziteng is also in a hurry today. He is about to perform martial arts, and he is not willing to listen to the steward who accompanied him at home, so he goes out for a walk. Somehow, it is such a coincidence that among the group of cronies, no one is free, and he has been bored for a long time. Now, seeing a stall with a good fortune, I thought it would be nice to have a living person to say a word.

After I sat down, I realized, yo, are all fortune-tellers in Beijing so handsome now?

For a straight man in his late thirties who has a wife, a concubine, a son and a daughter, he just sighed like this.

Jia She said with a smile, "Of course it's a fortune teller. What do you want to be?"

Wang Ziteng said casually, "It's the future."

He was not tall and tall, but he looked like a practicing family. Jia She saw that his luck was fair, his nose was straight and straight, and he was well-dressed. Draw a hexagram to see."

Wang Ziteng was originally just to pass the time, and the lottery was drawn randomly, and he handed it to Jia Amnesty without even looking at it.

Jia Amnesty pursed his lips when he saw it, looked at the lottery, and then at Wang Ziteng, his expression became very nervous, "Looking at the appearance of this master, it is clear that life brings wealth and honor, but for some reason, what I want is No, you can see for yourself."

On the bamboo stick that Jia Amnesty pushed over, there were three characters written on it, and there were two lines of poems—Mo Dao was sailing smoothly in front of him, but at the end was the shallows.

Ming Su had checked it just now, and all the branches in the stick were signed, most of which were written by the fortune teller himself, and most of them were two sentences like this that didn't even rhyme.

The prince Teng on the opposite side came out of the misfortune, and the expression on his face was not good-looking. He was born in a wealthy family in Jinling. He still knew something about this kind of thing, so he felt that Jia She was trying to extort money from him, and said in a deep voice, "Is there a way to resolve it?"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Jia Amnesty didn't want to say anything more, and he was about to take the money and stop, but Ming Su didn't want anyone to give their family a look, and sneered, "No, you can bear it yourself."

Wang Ziteng became more and more displeased, and he tried his best not to lift the table, "Xiao Daoist, if you're cheating in the capital, it's better to look at the head before you start."

Could it be that Ming Su was still afraid that he would fail, so he didn't even lift his eyelids, "Give me money, ten taels."

"Take it." Wang Ziteng slapped the silver on the table, but only with ten percent strength.

That table was originally an old, weak and disabled man, no matter how it could hold his vajra palm, it shattered to pieces, not even a whole body.

Not only that, when the prince got up, he stepped on the stool he was sitting on just now, and the stool collapsed.

Jia She: ...

Jia She got angry right away, "I bought this table for ten taels of silver, but this stool is borrowed from someone else, you have to pay me another eleven taels."

"If you're a fortune-teller like you, it's almost enough to give ten cents. You think I'm a three-year-old kid so easy to fool, anyway, all the money is here

Yes, pick it up if you want. "Wang Ziteng actually attaches great importance to this martial arts. If Jia Amnesty gave him a lottery and said something good to fool him, he would not begrudge a dozen or 20 taels of silver. As a result, this beautiful little Taoist priest directly touched him. Bad luck, who can bear it.

He couldn't bear it, and Jia Amnesty couldn't bear it even more. He didn't remember that he was a Taoist priest at all, so he grabbed a table leg, used the sword technique his father taught him, and beat Wang Ziteng severely.

When Wang Ziteng shattered the table, the hidden guards were about to rush out, but they hid back again seeing how brave the prince was.

Dark Guard Armor: I only thought that His Majesty wanted to refuse and welcome, but I didn't expect that he really couldn't beat the prince

Without panting, Jia She pointed at Wang Ziteng's bleeding nostrils and said to Ming Su, "It's a good start."

Ming Su: ...God damn it's a good start.

"What are you doing? Are you fighting?" The guards patrolling the city pushed aside the crowd, aggressively trying to grab someone, but they were a little confused, "Shi..."

"It was him! He was the one who smashed my stall first, and you saw him kicked." Jia Amnesty cut off the conversation loudly, "I have to pay for it!"

It is best to pay 1 taels!

The author has something to say: Thank you Xueyelangyi for the mines =3=

After an advertisement, Xinkeng changed its name again. I feel that this is the final version.

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[Red Mansion] I have special drawing skills

Lin Xiyu is the eldest son of Lin Ruhai, born with a pair of skilled hands, especially good at Danqing. When he was young, he exchanged a picture of the mountains and moonlit night for the hereditary succession of the Lin family's title.

It is rumored that the peony he painted has a unique fragrance, and the landscape he painted can sail a boat.

In the year of the young master's weak crown, he happened to travel to the capital, and the nobles in Beijing were all proud of getting his paintings. Even the waste manuscripts thrown out by the Lin family's trash were picked up.

Lin Xiyu looked at the young man in front of him who was pestering him repeatedly to ask for a painting, and thought he heard it wrong, "You want my portrait?"

The boy nodded desperately, just like a puppy.

So Lin Xiyu picked up a brush, drew a puppy in his image, and kept it for herself.

Later, it suffered retribution. The dog in the painting jumped off the wall in the middle of the night and licked Lin Xiyu's face.

***Here is the reading guide***

1. Ma Liang, the Magic Brush of the Red Chamber (No!)

2. Non-traversal, original story line, Chong Daiyu, fairy brothers and sisters

3. Do not marry a wife, develop a little bit, sweet to fried, still the main attack

Wonderful Danqing Lin Xiyu x Stalker Ming Xiaoliu = fair skin, beautiful and gentle as jade, art student x lack of roots, Erha variety sports student