Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

In the hall, after the Wu Shigui finished his polite exchanges, he ordered someone to bring five thousand taels of gold and asked Yuan Tiangang to read the fortunes of his wife Yang and his children.

The gold ingots, shining like sunlight, were neatly laid in rows in a large yellow copper box, shining brightly. Yuan Tiangang did not even glance at them, but asked Wu Shigui with a little curiosity: "Doesn't Duke Ying need to see them?"

Wu Shigui laughed heartily, his voice like a bell: "I think my life is perfect, I don't need to ask for anything more. Asking for anything more would be greedy. If God is not pleased, he would give me a thunderbolt. But I am worried about my wife and children." He stroked his gray beard and added, "Anyway, I am not short of money."

Wen Jiao just reached the window and heard this sentence, and almost fell to the ground. The people in the hall were unaware of her arrival, but Feng Ji noticed her arrival and created an avatar to stop her, whispering, "The master is meeting guests. If you have something to do, please go back first. After the master sends the guests away..."

Wen Jiao didn't want to get entangled with him, and dodged repeatedly. There is a difference between men and women, Feng Ji couldn't get entangled with her, and was actually thrown away by her for a while. Wen Jiao quickly crossed the threshold and smiled, "I'm late and didn't welcome the distant guest."

Hey, she has heard the voice before she has seen the person. She has been coveting Feng Lazi's classic opening line for a long time.

The woman who was speaking had a beautiful voice that was as moist as the fragrance of flowers and the gentle rain. Every word was clear and round, and it sounded indescribably pleasant. The Wu family looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful woman in a black shirt and red skirt walking slowly towards them. The golden lotus flowers on the edge of her sleeves shone brightly, echoing the lotus and wishful thinking hairpin inserted diagonally into her bun. She was indescribably graceful and charming.

Wu Shigui's eyes suddenly changed color when he looked at Yuan Tiangang. It was said that although this Tang Dynasty's number one fortune teller had a high official rank, a wealthy family, and a handsome appearance, he had wasted his time until he was thirty years old and had never married or had children. He had never even seen a maid or concubine around him. Either he had a hidden illness, or he was determined to be lonely for the rest of his life. Who would have thought that he had such a beautiful and dazzling beauty hidden in his home without telling anyone!

This guy looks decent, but he is really romantic when he gets romantic!

"What's your name?" Wu Shigui asked Wen Jiao, but his eyes were on Yuan Tiangang.

Unfortunately, Yuan Tiangang failed to understand the mockery in the eyes of this old man who was still as romantic as ever. He frowned tightly and said, "Didn't you agree not to disturb my peace?"

Wen Jiao said shamelessly: "I could hear the noise of the distinguished guests coming from far away in the backyard. It is only right that I should come out to greet them. How can I pretend to be ignorant? That would be too rude." As she spoke, her eyes quickly scanned the faces of the Wu family members.

The lady who still had charm seemed to be in her forties. She should be Wu Zetian's mother, Lady Yang, the wife of Duke Ying.

A young man with a pale face and a slight beard, judging by his age, should be Wu Zetian's elder brother Wu Yuanqing. The frivolous boy next to him should be his younger brother Wu Yuanshuang.

Further back stood two women dressed as wet nurses, each holding a cute, fair-looking child in her arms, about the same age. Because of the wet nurses' arms blocking the view, it was hard to tell which was which.

Wen Jiao couldn't bear to look at him any longer, so she retracted her gaze. Just then she heard Wu Shigui persuading Yuan Tiangang in the tone of an experienced person, "Yuan Ling, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but a beautiful woman should be pampered. If she wants to go out, you should follow her. If she has orders, you should listen to her. If she says something wrong, you should follow her. If she wants to dress up, you should wait. You should remember her birthday. If she hits you or scolds you, you should endure it. No matter how much money she spends, you should give it to her. This is the way for a harmonious couple. How can you keep such a cold face all the time?"

As he said this, he winked at Madam Yang. Wen Jiao couldn't help but cover her face. Just based on your skillful experience as a wife slave, it's no wonder that the two sons born to you and your ex-wife don't like Madam Yang and her two daughters, right?

"This is why I have no intention of getting married." Yuan Tiangang did not understand his hidden meaning at first, and just said with a sour face, pausing. He suddenly realized something was wrong, and his eyes widened immediately, "Who does Ying Guogong think she is?"

Wu Shigui's eyes clearly showed "It's no use pretending to be stupid" and he said with a smile: "Isn't this girl Yuan Ling's confidante?"

"Puchi!" The little child standing in the arms of the nurse at the end laughed very clearly, poked his face with his chubby little finger, and said in a baby voice, "You lied, how shameful."

It was as if a silent volcano suddenly erupted. The veins on Yuan Tiangang's forehead throbbed. He suppressed his impatience and glared at Wen Jiao. However, he was tongue-tied and could not say anything to defend himself. After a long while, he could only utter two words: "You say!"

Wen Jiao covered her face with her sleeves to hide her embarrassment, and said softly, "I am Yuan Ling's...cousin."

As the saying goes, cousins ​​are three thousand miles apart. Cousins ​​are the most falsifiable relationship. I don't believe that Wu Shigui can find it out?

Wu Shigui clapped his legs and laughed, "What a nice cousin! Lotus flowers and lotus leaves can easily become lotus roots, and cousins ​​can easily become relatives, right?"

This time it was Wen Jiao's turn to get furious.

Madam Yang watched the three of them arguing with each other, and her husband fought two of them alone, leaving them speechless. So she tried to smooth things over by saying, "Are you born in the year of the spider? Why do you like to play matchmaker so much? The children are all waiting eagerly, and you are still here grinding your teeth."

Wu Shigui pulled his beard, laughed awkwardly three times, and dared not tease the two anymore.

Yuan Tiangang coiled his turtle shell several times before calming down the turbulent embarrassment in his heart. As his mind calmed down, his eyes became deep. When he stared at Madam Yang, she almost thought she saw the endless and far-reaching sea of ​​stars: "Madam, you have a plump body and lips like red lotus. You are lacking seven points in the palace of offspring, and the remaining three points are for your daughter. You only need to focus on educating your daughter, and you will surely have great blessings in your later years."

Mrs. Yang was born in the Hongnong Yang family. When she was young, she worshipped Buddhism and had no intention of getting married. When she married Wu Shigui, she was already over 40 years old. She gave birth to two daughters within two years and felt that her body was not able to support her. Because her husband and his ex-wife already had children, she was not in a hurry to have children. The family of Ying Guogong has been in the local area all year round. They were summoned to Beijing only last year. In a few months, they will have to go to the local area again. They have not had enough time to break into the social circle of Chang'an nobles. The inner house is not known to outsiders, so there is no possibility that Yuan Tiangang has inquired about it and is playing tricks here. Seeing that Yuan Tiangang had predicted his situation in just a few words, he could not help but sigh at the accuracy of his divination.

Because she gave birth to a daughter who became an emperor, her rank rose all the way up and she lived to be over ninety years old. When Wu Zetian ascended the throne, she was even posthumously named Empress Xiaoming Gao. Wasn't she enjoying all the blessings of having a daughter? Wen Jiao thought to herself, and at the same time noticed that Wu Yuanshuang, the younger brother of the Wu family, curled his lips in disapproval.