The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

The two of them went until the flower market closed.Hua Jue wandered around for a long time, couldn't put it down to a pot of cut Xuehai, touched her body and found nothing, so she poked Xuanlong: "Lend me some money."

Xuanlong calmly showed him the empty purse: "There is no money."

Hua Jue was a little disappointed, and looked at the potted flower reluctantly: "Forget it, let's go back—" Xuan Long covered his words, and stepped forward to ask the stall owner: "Can you make a bargain?"

The stall owner was also a cheerful person, and immediately agreed: "Okay, anything of the same value is fine. I wonder what this master wants to exchange?"

Xuanlong slowly pushed Hua Jue out: "He."

Hua Jue opened her mouth wide, "Ah—"Xuanlong said again: "He can do a divination for you, can the divination be worth it?"

But the stall owner smiled: "I have nothing to worry about, my family is happy, spring and autumn flowers are sold, and the whole family does not go hungry. What this master said is..." The stall owner looked at the two people in front of him: one Tall and short, both wearing masks, the shorter one is clear and elegant, with eyes like water.Gao's breath is dignified, and his vigor is restrained. He is probably a military master who has been stationed in Pingshan recently.The stall owner originally looked at Hua Jue's liking and wanted to give a discount, counting it as an autumn prize; now that he has speculated on Xuanlong's identity, he made a favor as an official by the way: "Then I will ask for a divination Let’s see when the youngest daughter in the family can meet a good match. Now that there is an endless stream of people seeking relatives, it is difficult for me as a father to let the girl’s lifelong affairs be hasty.”

As soon as Hua Jue heard that he could exchange it with hexagrams, she impromptuly asked the stall owner's daughter's horoscope, arranged the dishes in a pattern and analyzed them, and told the stall owner the results one by one.The stall owner said strangely: "They say you have to shut up and listen to your fate. I didn't say anything, but the little gentleman told me everything about the little girl's life." His attitude was immediately generalized, from the initial casualness to respect, and in Huajue When he left, he gave him another pot of black chrysanthemum.

Hua Jue refused to accept it at first, but was forced into her hand in the end, and could only thank you repeatedly: "Thank you, I will go to the temple later to ask for a lottery for Ling Qianjin, which will be counted as a thank you gift."

He and Xuanlong hugged a pot of flowers, and they couldn't walk a few feet, Xuanlong asked: "Want to find Yuelao Temple?"

Hua Jue looked at the sky, and estimated the time in her heart: "Let's go back first. After you leave, my lord, I have a lot of time to go to the temple, and I'm not in a hurry for this moment."

Xuanlong was looking at him with a slightly tired look, and wanted to pull him back, but he didn't leave when he heard him say this: "Let's go, let's go to the temple." .It was already very late, the crowd on the street that was noisy before gradually dispersed, and at the end a few sporadic people rushed home, leaving only the two of them.

Walking around, they found a Moon Lao Temple.The temple is small and dilapidated, with only a few lanterns hanging at the door, and the red paint on the statues on the threshold is peeling off, but when you walk in, you can see that the old furniture is intact, the pine wood is squeaking under your feet, and sandalwood is burning next to the incense burner, and the green smoke is curling up .

"You can ask for a signature here." Hua Jue touched the neat row of wooden signs by the wall, and looked at their falling red tassels.He first went to burn incense in front of the Old Moon Statue, then knelt down for a while, took one out of the signing box, turned it over and showed it to Xuanlong: "Look, it's auspicious. The daughter of the flower boss will have a good marriage."

Xuanlong looked at him: "Is this spirit?"

Hua Jue just wanted to say: "If you believe it, you will be wise, if you don't believe it, you--" Immediately, Xuan Long choked with enthusiasm: "Is there a spirit you can count?"

Hua Jue originally believed in fate more than God, and was a little frustrated when he asked, "Is it just to get a lottery?"

Xuan Long asked again: "Aren't you asking for a lottery for yourself?"

Hua Jue shook her head in surprise: "Forget it, Yuelao Temple's affair between men and women, I don't care about my broken sleeve."

Xuan Long rubbed his hair: "You are right, it's a pity that there are no gods who specialize in love between men and women."

Hua Jue secretly thought that you really got it right. 20 years later, a Rabbit God was born out of nowhere, and the temple of Rabbit God is full of people worshiping, which is a good place for a blind date with broken sleeves.

He put away the signed papers he got, rubbed his sore eyes, and asked him, "Go back?"

Xuanlong nodded, and casually threw him a whistle, asking Hua Jue to put it outside: "There is a smoke pipe inside, be careful not to burn your hands. Someone will come down the mountain to pick us up after we put it out, you wait for me outside."

Hua Jue glanced at him: "What are you doing?"

Xuanlong said: "I still have some personal matters, don't wander around, wait for me."

"Oh." Hua Jue responded without asking any further questions, and obediently went out with a whistle.Xuanlong stayed in Yuelao Temple, looked up at the incense table by the wall, took a few from it, lit it and placed it in front of the statue, then bowed his head and prostrated a few times like Huajue did just now.

He stared at the portrait of the old moon with a big smiling face and rouge, and it was rare for a person on the battlefield to show a soft look in his eyes.After worshiping, he got up and took a short stick from the stick, held it in the palm of his hand for a moment, then turned it over, and saw clearly that there was a word "Yuan" on it.

There is no solution to the signature, because there is no solution to the word Yuan.

After looking at it for a while, Xuanlong put it away, with a little tenderness in his eyes, the doubts and in-depth questions that had been accumulated from early on seemed to be answered at this moment, reassuring him.

If you meet him by fate, then you have no scruples.

He just needs to wait.

Xuanlong stepped out of the Yuelao Temple, seeing his subordinates coming down quickly and silently, he had already invited Hua Jue into the carriage in advance.Xuanlong lifted the curtain of the car and looked in, and saw Hua Jue hugging a flower pot, unable to hold on and fell asleep.

The precious snowy sea is just pressed in his arms, and sooner or later it will be crushed.Xuan Long sat down next to him, gently rescued the potted flower from his hands, and covered him with a coat.He had to go out early tomorrow, so this carriage did not go to Pingshan, but returned to his palace where he lived in the city.

When they arrived at the place, Xuanlong took Hua Jue down, and his servants opened the door for the two of them, then retreated away.Everything was silent, even the little fat bird drinking ink in Huajue's room was gone. Xuanlong was very satisfied with the silence. He bent down to watch the sleeping man's face, and gently scratched his face with his fingers. nose.

"Living in the palace, rich and comfortable, do you think such a life is good?" He lowered his head and said with a slight annoyance in his words: "Without me?"

People who are asleep will naturally not give him an answer.Xuanlong stretched out his hand to cover him with the quilt, and untied the long-sleeved bag that Huajue had been holding that he refused to put away. There was always a jade carving pen in it. He couldn't help but snorted coldly, and then put the short sign in it.After doing all this, he got up and left.The subordinates guarding outside the garden prepared their travel equipment and prepared to meet his non-stop schedule, but they keenly noticed that their master was different today. The Ziyang King, who always scolded the cold-faced King, hadn't looked away yet, and there was infinite tenderness inside.