On the verge of widowhood

When Bai Qing met Le Sheng again, his heart was calm and he even wanted to laugh.

Not in the bureau, but in the flower beds on the pedestrian street.

Le Sheng's long gown and mandarin jacket wore a melon-skin cap, and he still wore gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. There was a paper stall in front of him and a white cloth banner in his hand. His eyes were slightly squinted and his eyes were clear and sharp: "Guest officer, let's find out more about the divination." ?”

Social elites have turned into charlatans, who knows what medicine is sold in the gourd.

Bai Qing was very generous and sat down on the wooden pier opposite him, and pretended to lean forward to cooperate with his performance: "Are you accurate?"

Le Sheng put the banner in his hand on the table, and while his eyes were searching Bai Qing's face, Bai Qing heard the sound of gold and iron clashing again.

Le Sheng finally controlled his facial muscles and showed a weird smile: "No one can calculate more accurately than me."