The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

"Fortune-telling?" Hua Jue was stunned for a moment, and soon found another important point: "You said that I changed my fate for Xiaofeng... already know all six ways?"

The little chubby bird nodded, buried its head in its wings, and looked at him expectantly with one eye: "Is it okay?"

Hua Jue was a little embarrassed: "Yes, yes..." Before he finished speaking, Xuan Long interrupted him, and said simply and neatly: "No."

Xiao Fenghuang was a little furious: "I'm asking him, not you, you stinky black dragon, please calm down."

Xuanlong touched another bowl expressionlessly, and covered it with another layer upside down, suppressing the last bit of chirping.He clapped his hands and said, "You know that he and I are so clearly separated? My relationship with him doesn't need your parrot to beak."

Hua Jue coughed: "Let's talk about the main topic..."

Xuanlong glanced at him, and suddenly embraced him, and Yufeng flew into the sky.This time, he didn't transform into a dragon, and directly hugged Hua Jue.Hua Jue could only hear the whistling wind in her ears, and saw her small yard getting smaller and farther away, leaving the squeaky phoenix alone in the house.

He was in a hurry: "I'm going to fall! I'm going to fall!" After a while, because this was not his first time going to heaven, he gradually calmed down, and he was not as scared as before.Hua Jue pulled Xuanlong's skirt and asked him, "Where are you taking me?"

Xuanlong glanced at him, and answered irrelevantly: "I won't fall, just hold me tight. If you want to play, you can let go of me, and I will catch you before you hit the ground."

Hua Jue thought for a while: "...I don't need it anymore."

Xuanlong smiled again.After a while, the two landed gently, Hua Jue rubbed her fingers in her sleeves, which were flushed by the wind, and looked around, only to find that they had returned to the place they had just been to, Jiangling Music Square .

He hesitated: "You brought me here to...?"

Xuan Long took his hand and walked in: "That phoenix, I can't believe it for the time being. If there is anything wrong, let's check it first and then make a decision."

After thinking for a while, Hua Jue nodded.Xuanlong said: "You reacted so strongly when you sentenced me, which shows that the judge's pen not only affects me, but also has an inestimable impact on yourself. We can't figure out the origin of this thing for the time being. How many talismans do you usually write? Paper is good for self-defense, but if you really want to use it to tell the fortune of ghosts, you may go wrong."

Hua Jue didn't expect Xuanlong to consider such details for him.When he changed his fate that day, he really felt that it was not just a simple fate. When he saw Xuanlong's astrolabe fate, he also substituted that period of past, like a dream but not a dream.For example, when he saw the little black dragon break out of its shell, he could even feel how its paws stepped on the cold and hard rock, and how it felt into a soft embrace, feeling the newborn warmth.

Hua Jue said: "Well... it is a dead phoenix, and its transformation is not complete. It seems that it has experienced something."

Xuanlong led him up the steps in front of the music workshop, and was very pleased with Hua Jue's tacit understanding: "The most important thing is that you only told my fortune, and that rough bird also wanted you to tell my fortune, it's unavoidable." So arrogant."

Hua Jue: "..."

When the two of them followed Fenghuang, they found it stopped in front of Jiangling Music Square, so Xuanlong thought that there might be something to be found in this place.According to him, monsters, like animals, have the habit of returning to their lairs after going out for a while, and the phoenix is ​​a feathered bird, and this is especially true.But what he didn't understand is that there are rules for entering and exiting the music hall in the mortal world, not just anyone can enter.

Jiangling Lefang, different from the thirteen houses in the imperial city, is actually an official kiln. To put it more simply, it is a brothel run by the imperial court.The daughters of the hereditary households must be prostitutes for life, but they usually do not sell themselves. Girls under other brands are not so lucky. Generally, they have no choice. They are not forced by life, and good families will not abandon their identity in this industry. work.There are only a lot of rules and taboos here, because Huajue's stall is located near the music square, more than half of the customers in the past were courtesans and male prostitutes.

Also because of this reason, Hua Jue was familiar with the people here, so she was directly let in.However, Xuanlong was dragged to another road by the flower-arranging door boy. After shouting, he was sent to the Dachawei place. A group of girls rushed up to greet him, wanting to compete with him in poetry and wine.Hua Jue stood far away, and suddenly felt a little amusing, and started watching with great interest.

Xuanlong was very vigilant: "Stay away from me."

"My lord is right, the wine is not warm yet." There was a girl with a good temper, who spoke softly and softly, and almost all the people who were watching were drunk.That's how it looks when you look good, and you'll be more popular wherever you go, to put it a bit vulgarly, if you want someone to come whoring, who wouldn't yearn to be prostituted by those suave and unrestrained young men?This table was not the only place in Dachawei, Xuanlong was exuding a compelling indifference, but the surrounding atmosphere was very warm.

"Hey, did I make a mistake? This master doesn't look like he likes girls." Someone also noticed something was wrong and discussed in a low voice.The old bustard in charge looked at the color, squeezed forward with a smile and asked, "Do you like the young master, or the sisters?"

Xuan Long didn't even look at her, and didn't answer his words. He glanced around and picked Hua Jue out of the crowd: "Come here."

Everyone followed his gaze, Hua Jue froze on the spot, smiled a bit, but was dragged directly to the table by Xuan Long, and pressed firmly in his arms: "I like him."

Hua Jue's face was flushed, and she waved her hands again and again: "I don't, I'm not, I'm just passing by." But Xuanlong kept holding his hand and didn't let go, even showing a calm posture.

The old bustard immediately understood what he meant, and her attitude became colder: "Oh, so I came to work, girls, go down, and let the people from Yunzipai come and serve you."

After work, the client brings someone to the brothel to satisfy his curiosity, and the picture is just a spectacle.Some official ladies will also come to this kind of place with their husbands and sons-in-law, listen to music, watch plays, and eat flowers and wine with men.If you want to go to work, the first thing you need to pay attention to is enough money, because this kind of business that does not sleep with prostitutes will lose money, and the price is several times what other people have to pay.

Looking at the aura of the man in front of him, it doesn't look like he can't give the money, but the young man pulled by him looks familiar and looks a little poor.The bustard tactfully let the girls back down, and instead summoned a few young men from the Qing Dynasty to attend the banquet together.Hua Jue was half-pressed by Xuanlong's side and was not allowed to move. When she turned her head, she saw Xuanlong's slightly narrowed eyes: "You didn't pull me to walk with you just now, and you didn't call me. Are you watching the fun?"

"I don't." Hua Jue met those dark and deep eyes, and the arrogance that was about to argue with him just now disappeared, and she raised her hands to show her innocence.Xuanlong snorted, interlocked his fingers, and put his hands on his knees.Hua Jue wanted to earn money but dared not, so she could only obediently let him hold her.

The young men who came over all know how to read people's eyes. Knowing that the two people in front of them are a couple, they just talk about poetry and paintings in a proper manner. This coincides with the direction of Xuanlong's recent study. Long not only could keep up with the train of thought of these well-read poets and books, but even extended something, which made Hua Jue froze for a while.

Xuanlong observed Hua Jue's expression carefully, and was very satisfied with his performance.After the tea siege ended, the graceful young ladies left one after another, and asked them to go to the upper seat.Xuanlong pinched Hua Jue's nose: "Let's go, go upstairs and have a look."

Hua Jue listened to their chatter for a long time, and was dizzy: "Which building are you going to?"

"Go upstairs to find the parrot." Xuan Long said.

Hua Jue followed him upstairs.Different from the Yingying Yanyan and the crowds downstairs, the second floor here is where the rooms of the official prostitutes are located, squeezed together like sliced ​​tofu.The third floor is an elegant seat. This arrangement has one advantage. Guests who want to go to the third floor must be distinguished and willing to spend a lot of money. Coming from downstairs, they can smell the intoxicating fragrance of makeup and powder all the way, and they can clearly see the silhouette leaking from the candlelight behind the door. , Inevitably, the mind will be distracted, and more money may be thrown out with a wave of hands.

As for the top floor, Jiangling is located in the hinterland of Jingchu, with a lot of rain in summer and snowfall in winter, and the houses are not high. When you reach the top floor of Jiangling Lefang, you can already see the scenery of half of the city. It is the top residence.

When they reached the top floor, the first thing they saw was a row of rosters engraved on the wall, which recorded the names and backgrounds of the top names, and each of them had someone to make a wish and write a good story.The routines of dumping all living beings are the same, and there is no difference between anyone and the other.

After looking around, Xuanlong took an ivory card and handed it back to Hua Jue: "Look."

Hua Jue took it over and took a look, and saw two characters engraved on it, written in a strange way, which was the same as the engraving on the relic in his sleeve.

"Feng Huang." He read, and asked, "The Phoenix was a human in his previous life, or is he the number one here?"

Xuan Long said: "It should be. Do you think I'm just chatting with them? I've already inquired. This person named Feng Huang was the top brand in Jiangling ten years ago. He was bought back by a prince and died at home in the end. "

Hua Jue looked at the scrupulously written top-name resume, pondering: "Hmm..."

Xuanlong's eyes became a little expectant again: "How about it, do you want to praise me again?"

Hua Jue looked up at him, and reluctantly said "um..." again.Xuan Long patted his head with a smile, and pinned a strand of hair around his ear.