The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

In Jiangling City Lord's Mansion, eight windows of a guest room were opened at the same time, and the window lattices made crackling and cracking sounds.The people guarding the door rushed over to check the situation, only to find that Hua Jue, who was supposed to stay here honestly, had disappeared, and yellow talisman papers were scattered all over the ground, some were brand new, some had been used, bringing There are tiny holes pierced by French nails.There were exactly eight pieces of talisman paper, each with the word "broken" written on it.

It's not that Hua Jue couldn't open those windows, but he was able to escape from the room after he used those talismans. He poked his head out to look, and suddenly found a secret door that he hadn't seen before.Behind the secret door is a simple staircase leading to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.The City Lord's Mansion was originally a prince's mansion, but it became what it is now after being rebuilt. There are countless secret doors and tunnels, but Hua Jue had never discovered it before.

He carefully climbed out along the stairs, paying attention to avoiding the sight of the servants.A hydration ridge protruding from the wall blocked his figure, and Hua Jue's hands were painfully worn on the gray wall, until he left the city lord's mansion through the back door, there was no difference in the middle.Hua Jue looked back at the direction he came from, and had a vague feeling that this path hidden behind the rockery and pavilions was pointed out by the judge's pen.

Thinking of this, he slowed down and took out the pen with some hesitation.It lay in the palm of his hand, and it didn't look much different from the more expensive jade pens in the Wenwan shop. It wouldn't be like a ghost lamp, and a thousand-year-old ghost would pop out of it, nor would it suddenly transform into a stone monkey or something. .The secret door he just walked through had existed before, as if it was just waiting for him to discover it, standing quietly just a short distance away from him.

This feeling made him a little uneasy.This uneasiness even overwhelmed his desire to find Xuanlong at this moment. Hua Jue took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, quickly wrote the words "eliminate illness" on it, and used the paper scratched by the wall. The hand had some blood on it.He stood on the spot and waited for a while, seeing that his wound did not heal at a speed visible to the naked eye like Xuanlong's, so he slightly suppressed the anxiety in his heart.

He ran out and called a carriage, climbed up in a hurry, and asked the driver to drive the horse faster: "Excuse me, master, go to the lotus swing, the sooner the better."

The coachman waited for the business for a long time, and wrapped himself tightly in the cold wind, only showing a pair of sharp and clear eyes.He shouted: "Lotus swing? Come on, let's go now, don't worry."

Hua Jue looked out of the carriage eagerly, and the coachman really did as he ordered, setting up a broken carriage with the momentum of Dongjun driving the sun, and hurriedly rushed to the place where Xuanlong fell to the ground a few hours ago.In the bitter wind and rain, the coachman chattered to him: "It's not easy to do business in this weather, but worry, I have a little kid at home, he looks cute and sensible, but he really refuses to do anything when he encounters something." That being said, it's really worrying."

Hua Jue didn't listen carefully, and hummed a few times indiscriminately to show that she heard it.When he arrived at the place, he jumped out of the carriage, and it was raining heavily.For the sake of convenience, he didn't take an umbrella when he came out just now, and he didn't expect the rain to be heavy.Seeing his appearance, the coachman handed him a dilapidated umbrella, and said leisurely, "My lord, use it first. I often pick up customers on the street behind the city lord's mansion. You can return it if you remember." Hua Jue He reached out to take the umbrella and thanked him non-stop, but the coachman grabbed his wrist, quickly put something cool on his bleeding palm, and then said "tsk", "such a deep cut, It’s the business to go back and get bandaged.”

Hua Jue looked down and saw that the coachman had pasted a huge dog skin plaster on him, and the cool and faint medicinal fragrance was exuded, and the plaster was as thick as red bean cake, and the pain from his wound disappeared almost immediately.

He hesitated: "You are..."

But the coachman waved his hand, and the horse was about to leave: "The ancestral dog skin plaster can cure the pain, and when the medicine is cured, it will be given to you."

The carriage turned around slowly and ran in the other direction.After passing a street corner, the driver stopped the car, took off the bamboo hat and long coir raincoat, and freed the suffocated face behind.At the same time, a person waiting by the side of the road came over and reached out his sleeve to help him wipe some of the rain on his forehead.

"How is it?" City Lord Jiangling helped him smooth his hair and asked in a low voice.

His accountant shook his head: "I can't stop him, this kid is determined to go there. The man I brought back said everything, but I don't know anything about dragons, magic spells, etc., so We can only let him go out, and it seems that he has to solve this matter himself. But that child...will scratch his hands when he opens the window, which is really worrying."

City Lord Jiangling nodded, without saying anything, pushed him into the car, and drove back by himself: "I will send someone to follow him, you don't have to worry too much."

The Lord of Jiangling grew up on the battlefield. He was a person who had experienced bloody storms and never believed in ghosts and gods.But his attitude towards Hua Jue, a little magician, has always been the same. No matter what he is tinkering with, it's best if he's okay.

The people behind him were changing their clothes in the car, and the clothes were rustling and rubbing, when he suddenly heard his accountant add: "Besides this matter, Xiao Hua'er has been a little strange lately... I can't explain clearly. "

Mr. Sang recalled the scene just now. After he handed out the plaster and explained to Hua Jue, the expression on Hua Jue's face was neither gratitude nor joy, but... some kind of strong uneasiness and worry.

"Am I so scary? Is it still a mess?" He thought about it, and then took out what he had said at the time and examined it again: "To cure the pain, the medicine will cure the disease..." In the end, at a young age, he came up with a Conclusion: "Well, now that I'm older, I really don't understand these young people these days..."