Smash the little fairy doctor, relying on fortune-telling to popularize the entire dynasty

Chapter 336
Tang Jingzhi was dazed by the anger of the truth, and the surge of energy and blood made him a little anxious, and he stretched out his hand to support the edge of the table and gasped heavily.

He is a literati, at most he can only utter such abuse, and now he hates himself for being so incompetent and stupid.

"This matter is not unbreakable."

The faint voice soothed the man's irritable mood, Su Qingtian said slowly, "The child's appearance changes greatly every year, so Wang Hua cooks broth for Yuanyuan every once in a while."

"If you don't notice or don't care, when Yuanyuan grows up, her face will be completely fixed and never change back."

"Little God, you must save my daughter!"

Tang Jingzhi sat anxiously opposite Su Qingtian. He wanted to kowtow violently to the girl, but he knew in his heart that the other party didn't need him to be so fierce.

"If you really want to save your daughter, report to the police immediately, because everything is in that bowl of broth made by Wang Hua herself."

The words were slightly vague, but Tang Jingzhi instantly understood the meaning, and his face turned pale.

Anger burst out of his eyes.

"After you went out today, Wang Hua started to make broth, and now the reporter can catch up with the situation."

As she said that, a white porcelain bottle suddenly appeared in the girl's hand, and she placed it in front of Tang Jing.

"Give Yuanyuan one pill every three days, and she will recover her original appearance naturally when the medicine is exhausted."

Tang Jingzhi held the porcelain vase tightly in his palm as if he had found a treasure, and finally couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart. He stood up and kowtowed to Su Qingtian politely.

Knowing that this was the greatest gratitude a man could express, Su Qingtian didn't make a sound to stop her.

"It's not too late, let's go."

There are more magicians who have been exposed to fortune-telling, and Tang Jingzhi fully understands why Su Qingtian urged him to speak.

All secrets have a fixed time, if you want to achieve something, you can't delay for a moment, so you get up, leave the box and rush down to the first floor.

When the people on the first floor heard the sound of rushing footsteps, they crowded around the stairs excitedly. They were just about to grab the last sufferer of the day to understand, but this person rushed out like crazy, and pushed the guy in charge with great strength.

Look at this anxious posture, three points more anxious than the first hexagram of Mr. Ma's family.

A group of tea drinkers looked at each other in blank dismay, then knocked on the quiet second floor in confusion.

"I'm talking about Shopkeeper Zhao, what's the deal with today's three hexagrams?"

Reluctantly grabbing hold of the shopkeeper and asking, "It's all over in less than an hour, why don't we start the second half and forget about tomorrow?"

Those who said this were just watching the excitement and scooping out the news, and they didn't pay much attention to the Heavenly Dao Warlock.

"Hey, don't dare, don't dare."

Shopkeeper Zhao quickly waved his hand, blocking the stairs, "Foretelling is very particular about divination, how can you change it at will, if this master wants to ask, you can line up, and we will talk about it tomorrow or the day after."

In fact, shopkeeper Zhao could tell at a glance that this person didn't draw lots at all, he just came to join in the fun and listen to gossip, but he still smiled politely.

Tomorrow's hexagram masters heard what shopkeeper Zhao said, sighed and left angrily.

"Everyone, Shanhe Teahouse has a new book recently, why don't you listen to it?"

Hearing this, the old man who was drinking tea at the side quickly got up and walked towards the stage.

Originally, what the Shanhe Teahouse was talking about was the boring books written by bandits and rogues. When everyone waved their hands to show that they were not interested at all, the old man opened his voice in a high-pitched voice but said something completely different.

This story was left by Su Qingtian yesterday, and it is about the bizarre anecdotes that happened in the homes of the common people in the previous life.

In short, how to attract people how to come.

Just a few words caught the ears of the tea guests, and they all sat down and began to listen to the story seriously.

Daniel cleverly refills tea for everyone, and recommends some new dim sum from time to time.

"Snapped!"

Xingmu put down the table, and today's story ends here.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed that it was not enjoyable, and the old man was still here for a while.

The old man looked proud, ignored the noisy crowd at all, got off the stage and sat in his seat and began to drink tea.

Seeing this, shopkeeper Zhao hurried forward and said, "From now on, our teahouse will have a story every day, and it will never repeat itself. It will start at [-]:[-] noon every day. If you want to hear it, please come early tomorrow."

This business was done so cleverly that everyone shook their heads in their hearts.

How could such a mountain and river teahouse, which knows how to control people's hearts, be eaten away by Pinmingju? The person opposite is probably talking nonsense!

In the box on the second floor, Su Qingtian stood by the window and stretched.

Today's three hexagrams are not too difficult, looking at the sun, he has already teleported away from the teahouse with Xiao Jingmo.

After using spells to change the appearance of himself and the man, he put away the mask worn by Xiao Jingmo and started wandering in the bustling streets and alleys of the capital.

There are many things in daily life, Xiao Jingmo went to Tianzong for another nine years, and the two of them haven't been together as leisurely as they are now for many years.

Walking around, the girl curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

It is said that central Beijing is prosperous, so why are these street food not as good as our own in Fengcheng? It's bland and tasteless.

Xiao Jingmo paid a lot of attention to the jewelry stores, and thought about buying some new hairpin jewelry for the girl, but unfortunately the other party was not interested at all, and he didn't even bother to step into the store.

Hearing that there was a place in the north of the city that literati and inkmen liked to play, so Su Qingtian dragged Xiao Jingmo over to watch the excitement.

The dazzling blue waves of the lake made the girl a little surprised. Fengcheng has not much water on the border, and there is no large lake.

The lakeside is extremely lively, literati and poets compare poems and paintings in the gazebo, which attracts the attention of many girls, and there are also many daughters and sons who meet for an outing by the lake, and the boat painting business on the lake is even more booming.

At the boarding place of the painting boat, several young masters and ladies are queuing up and walking towards the boat.

At a glance, it should be the largest boat here.

Su Qingtian saw Su Lingxian and Gu Mingxuan who were admiring the beautiful scenery on the deck from a distance.

The two of them didn't shy away from other people's eyes at all, and they were bored together, like a pair of lovers who were about to get married.

"puff!"

The girl sneered suddenly, drawing the attention of Xiao Jingmo beside her, and asked in a low voice, "Qingtian, what's the matter?"

"The memories of Su Lingxian and Gu Mingxuan in Heifengzhai have been sealed."

Su Qingdian tiptoed to his ear and whispered, "It must be the handwriting of the person behind the scenes."

The seductive fragrance rushed into the nasal cavity as the girl approached, and Xiao Jingmo was completely enveloped in the girl's body fragrance between his breaths, his heartbeat couldn't help but he took a step back subconsciously.

Su Qingtian, who was busy looking at Su Lingxian, mistakenly thought that the other party didn't hear clearly, and moved closer to the other party.

"Brother Jingmo, it's so rare that we have such a fate, and we also go to the painting boat to have fun?"

(End of this chapter)