Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Indeed, this newly opened fortune teller is really called the 21st century fortune teller.

Oh, is this the rhythm of meeting old friends in other places and meeting the same kind of modern people over the millennia? Meng Duoduo was so excited that she couldn't restrain herself. She really wanted to go and find out immediately.

She pulled Mu Xiaomi, who was still unhappy and gambling, and excitedly proposed: "Xiaomi, there is a new store there. It seems very interesting. Let's go in and have a look."

Mu Xiaomi raised her eyes and looked in the direction she pointed out. She threw her mouth and said, "what's good about fortune tellers? When my brothers and I were young, my parents found the most famous fortune teller to calculate the eight characters for us. I don't want to go."

"Then go back to the house first and I'll have a look." Meng Duoduo said without thinking.

"Duoduo, didn't you say you never believed these mysterious Jianghu warlocks? Why do you have to go now?" Mu Xiaomi was surprised. She has always been inseparable from Meng Duoduo, and naturally wouldn't be willing to separate from her: "you've calculated eight characters before. I heard my mother say that your destiny is very good."

Meng Duoduo thought for a while and said, "OK, no, go back to the house."

Mu Xiaomi was happy. He also temporarily forgot the disgusting episode in the palace and intimately held her arm: "blossoming, if you want to visit, we might as well go to the silk and satin shop."

"Well, aren't you tired today? Let's talk about it another day." Meng Duoduo shrugged in disapproval.

She made up her mind. Since she wanted to find out the secrets about crossing time and space, if she took Xiaomi with her, some words were really inconvenient to elaborate. She might as well come by herself sometime.

Anyway, this fortune teller in the 21st century, she will come here to explore and study it in detail.

Meng Duoduo is an acute child who can't hold things in her heart. After dinner, as soon as the night fell, she found an excuse and quietly went out of the prime minister's house.

Mu Xiangye and Mrs. Mu are very kind to her on weekdays. Her treatment in the house is almost the same as that of Mu Xiaomi, the genuine daughter of Mu family. People will not stop her when she wants to go out.

With the impression in his memory, Meng Duoduo successfully found the 21st century fortune teller. It's just, maybe it's because it's too late. People have closed their doors to thank their guests.

Meng Duoduo pondered a little and knocked politely on the door: "is there anyone?"

The wooden door "squeaked" and opened. A beautiful little boy stood behind the door, looking at her with some doubt and surprise: "what can I do for you, miss?"

Meng Duoduo looked at him up and down. He didn't think that the teenage boy was the kind of fortune teller who could calculate, so he pointed to the sign on the door and said, "look, your store name is very fresh. I want to come and calculate the eight characters."

"I can't count if my master isn't here." the boy replied simply.

"Can I go in and visit your store?" Meng Duoduo was very disappointed. He rubbed his hair and explained, "Hey, I think your store is very interesting."

"No." the boy refused and raised his hand to close the door.

"Wait a minute, I can always ask you a few questions." Meng Duoduo was worried and hurriedly said, "who took your store name?"

"The shop name, of course, was taken by my master." the boy replied calmly.

"This name is really rare." Meng Duoduo leaned close to his ear, lowered his voice and asked mysteriously, "your master, isn't he from here? Is he from a very distant and novel place?"

The boy frowned without concealment and stepped back with disgust: "excuse me, I have no comment. Please go back, miss."

Meng Duoduo saw the child's proud and cold face, which was obviously not generally inaccessible, so she had to say helplessly, "well, I'll come back tomorrow."

She turned and wanted to go, but she heard the little boy say calmly behind her: "no, my master won't be here tomorrow."

"When will he be there?" Meng Duoduo turned around and asked anxiously.

"I don't know." the boy slightly collected his dark eyes and told her, "my master won't be here all year round."

"Then why did he open such a shop?" Meng Duoduo couldn't help being angry. She picked the tip of her eyebrows and said unhappily: "after opening a shop, she didn't take good care of it. Is it specially placed here to give people a good look?"

"If the master likes it, he will open it." the boy still said, "whether to come or not, whether to open the door or not depends on the master's mood."

Meng Duoduo heard the clue in his words and said, "so, your shop doesn't open every day. It opens only when your master is there, right?"

The boy gave her a faint look and gave a noncommittal hum.

"OK, I'll wait until he's here." Meng Duoduo nodded and explained solemnly: "please tell your owner that I have a lot of roots with your store name in the 21st century. Please make sure he finds time to meet me."

The boy ignored her and closed the door in front of her.

Meng Duoduo silently left her mouth and returned to the prime minister's house along the original road.

There were not many pedestrians in the streets at night in ancient times, let alone the neat and bright street lamps in modern society.

Meng Duoduo hurried, thinking silently as she walked.

Speaking of it, she has crossed here for a month for no reason, and she doesn't know what's going on at home? And parents, brothers and sisters, and little aunts. How are they now?

They must be worried and sad about her.

Especially my mother, who is so delicate and delicate on weekdays, is loving and caring her and her sister as a sweetheart. Now it's cold. She disappeared and there's no news. My mother must have cried more than once.

Alas, if there is any way, I wish I could get in touch with my family. In this way, I can tell them that in fact, I'm fine. I don't have anything at all, but I'm amazing. I came to the distant ancient times

Meng Duoduo raised her hand to caress her hair, which was slightly messy by the night wind, and a burst of unspeakable melancholy passed through her heart.

Suddenly there was the sound of galloping horses' hoofs in front of her. She didn't care much at all, but a faint yellow light shot straight at her face.

It seems that someone is riding a horse from a distance, holding a torch in his hand and constantly shining on both sides of the street.

What's this man doing? Damn it! It's rude.

Meng Duoduo frowned in disgust and squinted at the bright direction.