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Chapter 47 The Fortune Teller
Seeing these guards, they immediately carried out the east boxes one by one and put them on the cloth cart.

Replacing the already prepared boxes into the silver vault, Jiang Youzhi held his breath and watched the movement here, but suddenly felt a strange tactile sensation in his hand resting on the shelf.

She looked back subconsciously, but suddenly withdrew her hand in horror, almost screaming, Pei Xun immediately hugged her from behind, and put his palm on her mouth.

It was a mouse, and Jiang Youzhi's chest heaved in shock, but the more troublesome thing, this noise still caught Shen Chaorong's attention.

He took the torch from the guard's hand and walked slowly towards the direction of the sound.

At this moment, Jiang Youzhi didn't dare to move at all, she tightly held Pei Xun's sleeve in the opposite direction, and tried to breathe lightly.

After Shen Chaorong approached, he slowly bent over, trying to look inside, Jiang Youzhi even saw his hands.

But as soon as he put the torch to the front, he saw a mouse jumping out from the iron frame. Shen Chaorong was caught off guard and dodged backwards.

At this time, a guard came to report: "My lord, the loading is complete, and we can leave at any time."

Shen Chaorong glanced at the place where the mouse rushed out just now, took back the torch, turned around and said sharply: "Let's go immediately!"

After everyone had left, darkness and silence returned to the bank. Pei Xun had already slowly put down the hand covering Jiang Youzhi's mouth.

The two of them were very close at the moment, Pei Xun put one arm around her shoulder from the back, and imprisoned her waist with the other.

People's senses are always extremely sharp in the dark, and Jiang Xiaozhi rested his head on his chest, and he could clearly hear the rapid heartbeat.

She turned her head slightly, her voice was a little cautious: "My lord, your heart beats so fast..."

With a smile on the corner of Pei Xun's mouth, he slowly approached her ear, and said in a low voice, "It's your heartbeat."

Jiang Youzhi lowered her head flusteredly from his chest, at this moment she really couldn't tell whether the heartbeat was his or her own.

Pei Xun took advantage of the moonlight to see clearly the gradually reddening pinnae of the man in his arms, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger: "He's gone."

Jiang Youzhi looked up suspiciously, and looked at him fixedly.

Seeing her in a daze, Pei Xun made her look a little more charming, so he continued to tease her: "Aren't you going to go out?"

Only then did Jiang Youzhi react, she immediately withdrew from the man's embrace in a panic, and said with some embarrassment: "Go and have a look."

As he said that, he went to check the box that Shen Chaorong had just replaced, but Pei Xun had no choice but to keep up.

Sure enough, all the real banknotes were exchanged, and now in these boxes, except for the first layer, everything else is fake.

Three days later, at the market at Dongkou, a Taoist nun in a green lotus-colored Taoist robe appeared.

She was sitting by the side of the wooden stall, and a yellow cloth was hung on the plaque on the left side. On the cloth was written "Foretelling, measuring characters, touching bones, unraveling lottery; reading palmistry, measuring good and bad luck, combining horoscopes, and observing Feng Shui".

The banner on the right is very ostentatious, with four large characters in black on a white background: "Nothing is wrong".

This tone was really loud, and attracted many onlookers. After all, I am afraid that there is no second fortune teller in the whole capital who dares to say that his hexagrams and hexagrams are not bad.

Dai Guiyu, who came here today with her maidservant, to pay her respects to see off her son, looked at this signboard, and was inevitably a little moved.

He sat opposite the fortune teller: "Sir, I want to make a fortune."

Jiang Youzhi smiled knowingly, and said, "Is the girl asking for wealth, marriage, or a child?"

Dai Guiyu said, "I want a son."

After shaking it up and down, a bamboo stick fell out. Jiang Youzhi couldn't help frowning after seeing it.

Dai Guiyu asked anxiously, "Sir, is it reconciliation?"

Jiang Youzhi shook his head: "It's a big murder, it's hard to find."

After hearing this, Dai Guiyu snatched the bamboo stick from Jiang Youzhi's hand, and after reading it, she found that it was indeed a sign.

He got up and patted the table angrily, with a sharp voice: "What are you talking about! I think you are a nonsense liar!"

As she said that, she snatched all the bamboo tubes, drew one to draw a lottery, and another one to draw a lottery, her face turned red with anger: "Liar!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but Jiang Youzhi said, "Tomorrow is Sishi, the first catastrophe. If the wife of Jieshi believes in the poor way, you can come to the poor way to solve the problem."

Dai Guiyu snorted contemptuously, and walked away with a look of disdain.

There was a sly smile on the corner of Jiang Youzhi's mouth, it seemed that the fish had already taken the bait.

At si o'clock on the second day, Jiang Youzhi waited indifferently, and sure enough, within half an hour, a servant ran over in a hurry
The servant said anxiously: "Sir, my master is Tan Zhuxian from Juju Bank. You met my second wife yesterday, and the master asked me to invite you to visit today."

Jiang Youzhi said, "That lady doesn't trust the poor."

When the servant heard this, he knelt on the ground and prayed: "Master Daoist, to tell the truth, my second wife has an emergency, and the doctor is helpless. The only one who can save her is you. Please show kindness and go with the little one." Let's go."

Only then did Jiang Youzhi no longer refuse, she turned her head slightly, winked her left eye playfully at the servant behind her, and immediately followed the servant to the Tan Mansion.

After arriving at Dai Guiyu's room, Jiang Youzhi wrote down the Dao talisman with his own hands after seeing the situation, soaked it in water, and asked someone to feed it for her.

In less than half an hour, Dai Guiyu really woke up, and Tan Zhuxian respectfully saluted Jiang Youzhi: "Thank you, Master, for saving me."

From this point of view, Tan Zhuxian really doted on this concubine, Jiang Youzhi helped him up: "It's too early to say thank you, hey..."

After Tan Zhuxian heard this, he said anxiously: "Master Daoist, is there any problem?"

Jiang Youzhi said with a sad face: "Er Niangzi's life is fine now, but the catastrophe is not over."

Tan Zhuxian immediately saluted and said: "I would like to ask the Taoist priest to resolve the difficulty, and I will be very grateful."

Jiang Youzhi and his servants stayed in the Tan Mansion logically, and it was indeed intentional that they approached Tan Zhuxian this time.

Because the counterfeit banknotes in the treasury this time came from his aggregation bank, and besides, he had a close relationship with Shen Chaorong on weekdays.

In the evening, Jiang Youzhi looked at the servant sitting by the desk, and burst out laughing: "My lord, are you still used to it?"

Pei Xun didn't raise his eyes, but just nodded.

Jiang Youzhi shrugged, with a sly look in his eyes: "In order not to arouse suspicion, I leave the task of vigil to you. I'll go to bed first." After speaking, he lay down.

But Pei Xun got up, walked to the side of the bed, and lay down on his own: "I'm tired too."

Jiang Youzhi was joking, so he got up immediately, but there was an extra force on his wrist, and then he was pulled back.

She fell into softness, her wrist was still tightly held, her whole body seemed to have no energy, her heart was like a thunderous drum.

Only a low voice came from my ear: "Go to sleep."

Jiang Youzhi still felt that something was wrong, and wanted to get up again, but her hand was pressed even harder on the bed, and Pei Xun said in a slightly commanding tone: "Be obedient."

(End of this chapter)