Demon girl, don't even think about my ruthlessness!

Beijing.

West City Gate, the closest city gate to Huangwai.

Below the city wall, there are many hunters selling wild animal skins and ivory. There are even large hunting groups that capture low-level spirit beasts and sell them. Each transaction is a huge sum.

From time to time, some immortals come to buy spirit beast materials, and what they pay is only the lowest-level elixir, but the aura contained in the low-level materials can prolong life, and some doctors will hang the dying patients,

It can be sold at a high price in the market.

After nearly ten days of exhausting boats and cars, Yan Qing and others finally arrived in the capital.

Zhu Ting covered his nose, disliked the smell near the city gate, and turned his head to look in Yan Qing's direction.

Because they need to check when entering the city, the guards asked the caravan to carry the goods down for inspection.

Zhu Xing pursed his lips and looked at it dissatisfied.

Yan Qing would rather carry those boring goods in that dirty carriage, making his whole body dusty, than sit in the same carriage as her.

I don't even understand why Yan Qing is so stupidly obsessed?

The calf is raised, revealing the string of delicate fire jade around the ankle.

Even if one piece of fire jade is lost, Yan Qing can't afford to do part-time jobs all his life, so Zhu Wei doesn't understand why Yan Qing can't bend down a little to accept her gift like those ordinary people, wouldn't it be good?

Zhu Ting waited quietly, with his arms pillowed by the car window, but seeing Yan Qing concentrating on his work, the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of sweetness and helplessness.

Yan Qing like this is not bad...

Cuizhu at the side had no choice but to remind Zhu Ting, who was fascinated, and whispered: "Miss, Zhu's carriage has a pass, so you can enter the city."

Zhu Ting waved his hand: "No, wait for Yan Qing to come in together." He continued to watch.

Cui Zhu retreated to the side, secretly rolled her eyes, watching this way, the young lady can't get tired of watching it until dark.

……

After the caravan entered the city, Yan Qing received the remuneration from the caravan. There were more than 300 copper coins in total, which was pitifully small, and his cold black eyes revealed a trace of disappointment.

Zhu Ting took Yan Qing's arm and said sweetly: "It's hard to come to the capital, I invite you to go to the most famous Fengchun Tower, the food and cakes there are full of praise even the emperor's uncle..."

Yan Qing did not push away.

Zhu Xing secretly smiled smugly, it seemed that she no longer resisted her contact.

Just like this, walking around and chatting from time to time, Zhu Yan held Yan Qing's hand and smiled like a flower.

Yan Qing only occasionally said a word or two, and spent more time watching the prosperous streets of the capital. When he accidentally saw a fortune-teller who set up a street stall, his eyes were startled and then darkened.

Zuo Banner—Plum Blossoms are easy to count, Homecoming and Opening, Wedding Ceremony Ping Shiwen.

Right Banner - Those who are not longevity, those who are not wealthy, and those who are not lucky will not be accepted.

Hengpi——Pan Banxian fortune-telling.

There are also taboos in fortune-telling, and fortune-tellers do not charge money for the three types of fortune-telling.

One is that those whose lifespan will be exhausted will not be accepted.

The second is that those who are unavoidable in catastrophe will not be accepted.

The third is that those who have no luck will not accept it.

When a fortune teller says they won’t charge you money, they are euphemistically telling you that your fate meets one of the above three conditions, and it’s useless to charge you money.

But Pan Banxian expressed these words in a different way. Taking money is for your good luck, and taking money is for your face. It's all different all of a sudden.

Even the guests who brought the money were much more open-minded. Pan Banxian was doing well on this street, and dignitaries would come to tell their fortunes from time to time.

It's not that no one finds fault.

A son of Shaoqing's family went out for an outing, passed by Pan Banxian's stall, and started to tell fortunes on a whim.

Unexpectedly, Pan Banxian didn't speak after the calculation, and Shaoqing's son was annoyed by this fake blind man who lied to others, so he asked the guards to smash up the fortune-telling booth, and walked away without giving money.

The horse was kicked to death.

It is less than 200 meters away from Pan Banxian's stall.

After this incident, the neighbors became even more in awe, and secretly told the little boy in the family to stay away from the fortune-telling booth, so as not to offend the fortune-telling deity.

Today, Pan Banxian’s stall had few crowds. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and fanning himself with a cattail fan. What was spread out in front of the table was not the Book of Changes, but the latest book of words.

Yan Qing walked straight to the fortune-telling booth, his dark eyes were deep.

Zhu Ting hurriedly followed: "Yan Qing, where are you going?"

Until Yan Qing stopped in front of the stall and put ten Wen coins on the stall.

Pan Banxian subconsciously shouted: "Your honored guest, dispel evil spirits, fortune-telling, open the door for marriage, Pan Banxian descends to earth, whatever you want..."

Before the words fell, he stopped in astonishment.

Annoyance flashed in Pan Banxian's eyes, and he could see it even wearing sunglasses. The woman in front of him was closely connected with the aura of heaven, so bright that even wearing sunglasses couldn't cover it.

In his eyes, there was an extra sun standing beside him, obviously a monk who came to find fault.

It is one of the rules that fortune-telling does not count as cultivators, or it cannot be counted. If it is calculated, the causal relationship is too great, and a hundred years of life is not enough to compensate.

Ordinary people call ascetics immortals, and in their eyes these immortals are just rebels against the way of heaven.

Once cultivating immortality, the fate will break away from the original numerology and return to the control of heaven.

Ascetics are associated with the Qi mechanism of the Dao of Heaven, and the higher the level of cultivation, the closer the relationship with the Dao of Heaven. If they want to tell fortunes, they must count the Dao of Heaven together. Ordinary fortune tellers like them cannot calculate the fate of Heaven.

Seeing the relationship between this ascetic and Tiandao can make one's eyes blind, and those who don't know think it is Tiandao's illegitimate daughter, not counting!What counts!

Pan Banxian was not without temper. He pushed back the ten cents and said coldly, "It doesn't count. Please take another job."

Yan Qing quietly looked at the ten coins on the booth, but did not take them back.

Pan Banxian crossed Erlang's legs and continued: "Pan's place is small and cannot accommodate distinguished guests."

Before Yan Qing could speak, Zhu Bing on the side immediately became furious, slapped the table and shouted: "You fortune teller, do you still do business? Why do you chase customers away? Believe it or not, Miss Ben asked someone to smash your business!"

Pan Banxian saw Zhu Bing's three courts and five senses, and immediately frowned: "Huh——" His tone was very disgusting.

Immediately, Zhu Ting was annoyed, and with his hips on his hips, he scolded angrily: "You fortune teller dare to look at Miss Ben with such eyes, are you courting death?"

Pan Banxian secretly knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, but who knew that this beautiful looking rich lady had such a fierce look between her eyebrows, which she had never seen in her life, even those vicious gangsters in the Jianghu.

If it weren't for seeing the lack of blood on the rich lady's body, which proved that she had never killed anyone, she would have thought that the rich lady killed people like hemp at such a young age, otherwise she would have such a strong evil spirit on her body, it would be the birth of a ferocious beast.

I want to stay three feet away from her just by looking at her, but if I get too close, I'm afraid of being haunted by evil spirits.

After careful speculation, I saw the wealth and fate under this evil spirit.

Pan Banxian lamented that not long after it opened, there were a lot of faults.

"Miss, your fate..." Pan Banxian frowned.

He hesitated to speak, aroused Zhu Xing's curiosity, and glared: "What's going on? If you don't tell me clearly, you don't want to leave today!"

Pan Banxian stretched out his hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "Ten Wen Qian is a sincere gift."

Zhu Ting asked: "Didn't Yan Qing give it to you just now?"

Pan Banxian pretended to be mysterious and said: "This money is not that money, her money... the poor can't take it, and can't solve it..."

"Why?" Yan Qing's tone revealed a trace of eagerness.

"Your fate is considered poor and powerless, it doesn't count."

"Is that so..." Yan Qing's eyes dimmed a little, but...

She didn't really want to tell a fortune, but she was inexplicably touched when she saw the word "go home" mentioned on the fortune-telling signboard, and hoped for these illusory things, but it was a pity that she was not even given this hope.

"Then I have ten pennies, please Pan Banxian to help Zhu Bing calculate it." Yan Qing said, his eyes brightened again.

"Okay, my lady, please sit down." Pan Banxian sat upright on the chair, still looking like a god stick.

Zhu Xing sat down with his mouth curled up, still disbelieving in the fortune teller.

Pan Banxian looked at Zhu Xing's palm, asked for his birth date, with a look of horror on his face, picked up the Book of Changes, Plum Blossom Gossip, and Sanming Tonghui, and the sound of pages turning.

Seeing that, Zhu Xing's heart was up and down.

Turning to the end, Pan Banxian shook his head and sighed: "Hey... this young lady is also a poor person. Both her parents died, and the life of the husband and wife was rough. Shun."

"You, say, what, what!" Zhu Ding gritted his teeth angrily. "You smelly fortune teller, both parents died, and my parents are still alive and well! I won't smash your stinky mess today, and my surname is not Zhu!!!"

Furious, Zhu Xing kicked over the stall and kicked Pan Banxian to the ground.

Poor Pan Banxian rolled twice on the ground, pointed at Zhu Xing with a beard and stared, and said, "Why, how is it impossible? It's rare for you to die for thousands of years. There is no solution to the proper fate of a god! Unless you find it in your cultivation

A trace of mystery, otherwise it will be difficult to solve forever. Judging by your evil spirit, even if you die, you are still the leader of ghosts and gods. "

"Fuck you! You stinky fortune teller dare to curse Miss Ben to death, let's see if Miss Ben doesn't kill you today-!!!"

Zhu Xing was so angry that his hair was about to fly, Yan Qing saw that something was wrong, so as not to kill anyone, he hurriedly dragged Zhu Xing away.

……

Fengchun Building.

Zhu Ting poured several glasses of water before he breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm so pissed off, that stinky fortune teller dares to say this about Miss Ben and curse her...Yan Qing, why did you take me away?" His tone was somewhat Wronged.

Yan Qing couldn't say it straight, so he picked up a piece of pastry and put it in Zhu Xing's bowl, then changed the subject and said, "Eat it first, the pastry won't taste good when it's cold."

Pick up a piece and put it in the mouth, the sweet scent of osmanthus blossoms in the mouth, with the soft and glutinous bean paste stuffing, Zhu Yan sneaks a glance at Yan Qing while eating, with a smile on his face.

Zhu Ting happily picked up a piece of pastry for Yan Qing: "Eat it quickly."

"Well, thank you." Yan Qing took it politely, put it in his mouth, and touched the refreshing sweet-scented osmanthus cake with the tip of his tongue. His taste buds, which had been tortured by dry bacon recently, were immediately relieved, and his eyes lit up.

Zhu Ting rested his chin with one hand, and his smile deepened.

"Come on, eat more." Zhu Yan took care of picking up some food for Yan Qing, without moving his chopsticks, watching Yan Qing's cheeks moving, his black eyes lit up every time he ate something good.

Zhu Ting secretly laughed in his heart, Yan Qing was really easy to understand, eating like a little squirrel, he really wanted to put Yan Qing in his pocket and take him home.

"Wait, Miss won't let anyone in—"

"Cousin Zhu, long time no see." A person came in from outside the curtain of the box.

Cuizhu apologized and said: "Sorry miss, Cuizhu can't stop you."

The man who came had a cold face, slender eyebrows, and was dressed in luxurious clothes with a jade dragon pendant on his waist.

Zhu Xing stared at it carefully, got up and asked, "What is the second prince doing here?"

Ji Nianduan's face seemed to be painted with white paint, his mouth was strangely red, and he said with a smirk, "Cousin Zhu, my father invites you to the palace."

Zhu Xing showed suspicion: "Why didn't you call the eunuchs in the palace, why bother the second prince."

Ji Nianduan restrained his smile, and said coldly: "I'd like to ask cousin Zhu to go to the palace and discuss with the emperor. This prince is only responsible for bringing you the news."

Zhu Xing looked dissatisfied, and wanted to smack the stinky fox in the face, but since it was the emperor's uncle's order, he would not dare to falsely preach the imperial decree, that means the emperor's uncle had a secret urgent matter with her, and now

Had to go to the palace.

Yan Qing looked at Zhu Xing's cloudy and uncertain face with a little worry, what exactly was the second prince's business with Zhu Xing who had come out of nowhere.

Before Yan Qing could figure it out, Zhu Bing responded, "Okay, I will go, I will wait for the second brother to give me some time, and make Zhu Bing a good friend."

Ji Nianduan sneered in his heart, how could this lunatic Zhu An have friends.

Glancing at Yan Qing who was at the side, he saw that he had a good-looking face and a thin body. He was probably the plaything raised by cousin Zhu, and it was not a big deal.

He sneered and said: "Then please cousin Zhu as soon as possible, it would be bad to keep father waiting for a long time."

"Yeah." Zhu Xing agreed aggrievedly.

Ji Nianduan then turned and left, leaving Zhu Bing and Yan Qing in the box.

"Zhu Bing, will you be okay?" Yan Qing couldn't help but worried.

Hearing Yan Qing's concern, Zhu Ting immediately stretched his smile and said, "It's okay, I've been to the palace everywhere, although the second prince has a grudge against me, but the emperor's uncle is here, he dare not do anything to me... ...Yan Qing, wait for me, I will be back from the palace soon."

"Well, the spirit root test is tomorrow, so you must hurry back." Yan Qing reminded.

"Don't worry, Miss Ben will come back as soon as she goes."