Jiang Yunyao is a fortune teller.

Or rather, she was a fortune teller in her previous life.

Although the profession of fortune teller has become quite scarce in modern times, scarcity does not mean that it is extinct. Since Jiang Yunyao debuted at the age of twelve, the hexagram is accurate and exhaustive, and she has also won the name of a god operator among her peers. Although there are only a few dozen of these peers, it is also a skill to be able to come out on top among these few dozens of peers.

But now, Jiang Yunyao felt a headache.

Tortoise shell, no.

Yarrow, no.

Even the most ordinary copper coins have disappeared. She was now lying on a carved couch, staring at the beams in a daze. The roof beams are carved with flowers, birds, insects and fish, and the material is quite precious small-leaved red sandalwood, no matter how you look at it, it does not look like a modern decoration.

According to her little nephew, she probably caught up with the trend of the times and crossed over.

As a fortune teller who occasionally goes on the Internet and catches up with updates and urges updates, Jiang Yunyao feels very depressed.

Even if the great god wants to pick someone, he should pick her little nephew who is full of naïve fantasies, why did he pick her?

Jiang Yunyao rubbed the corners of her forehead, got up from the low couch, and carefully looked at the furnishings in the room.

It was an ancient woman's boudoir, with a couch on the side, appliqués on the windowsill, and a half-height dresser facing her. On the dressing table were the makeup dowry and the bronze mirror, and the shadow reflected her appearance in a beautiful way. The woman in the mirror is seven or eight points similar to her, but she is younger, and her face is slightly pale, as if she has been in bed for a long time.

There was a faint fragrance of flowers wafting in the room, like the incense commonly used by ancient women.

Jiang Yunyao rummaged carefully for a while, and sure enough, she found an incense burner in the corner of the house. There were still some ashes left in the incense burner, and a faint fragrance wafted out from the ashes, some spicy, but also slightly sweet. She didn't know the spices, but she smelled good somehow.

Two strands of bright red silk fell from the beams, loosely around the dressing mirror, and hung into two tassels on either side of the dresser, swaying in the breeze, also exuding a faint fragrance of flowers. She sniffed carefully, and it didn't feel like a peach blossom, nor like an apricot blossom, but like a strange flower in a foreign territory, with a hint of strange fragrance, and it smelled equally good.

There is a thin brocade quilt spread out on the low couch, soft and smooth, like a good Shu brocade or cloud brocade.

- So, she came to a rich and noble house.

After Jiang Yunyao came to a conclusion, she was not in a hurry to go out. She knows that in all rich and noble families, there are always many and miscellaneous rules, and once she accidentally makes a mistake, the result can be very bad. Before going out, she had to make a hexagram for herself to measure the good fortune and evil.

After making up her mind, Jiang Yunyao rummaged through the house. Tortoiseshell and yarrow were no longer able to count on it, and now she only wanted to find a few copper coins that she could use for her fortune telling. But she searched the whole room, but she couldn't find half a penny, and finally she barely turned over three copper coins in the corner of the wall.

As soon as the copper coin was in his hands, Jiang Yunyao was immediately stunned.

What is engraved on it is not a official book or a line book, but a small seal, a small seal commonly used in the Qin and Han dynasties!

Jiang Yunyao's face was difficult to look at for a moment, she carefully identified it for a while, and barely recognized the word "Chang Ping". Changping is the name of the emperor, she has no idea at all. But looking at the appearance of these three copper coins, it is really not very useful.

It's not easy to use, but it's better than nothing.

After Jiang Yunyao made up her mind, she pinched the three copper coins in her hand and stood in the center of the room and recited the words.

She didn't dare to ask Bu about the future directly, so she planned to use the furnishings in the house to practice her hands first. This room is a woman's boudoir, and I think the hexagram should be the stable appearance of Zhongji. If her divination still works.

The three copper coins were bright in color, faintly smelling of brass, and they happened to be of the same weight and size. Jiang Yunyao rubbed the three copper coins again and again, until he confirmed that they were correct, then he held his breath and concentrated, clasped the copper coins in the palm of his hand, and threw them to the ground one by one with a mysterious and strange rhythm.

Jingle, ding, ding.

The coin made a crisp sound on the ground and rolled twice in a tinkling circle, finally taking on a strange shape on the ground.

Its potential, the hurdle is water, and the risk is used.

Its position, heaven and earth, do not communicate.

Jiang Yunyao sighed in her heart, looking at the two bundles of silk that were scattered in the wind, and was inexplicably surprised.

She had just used these two bundles of silk silk to test the good luck. Why did the two ordinary silk bunches show a fierce appearance?

These silks look brightly colored, delicate and beautiful, and are obviously carefully woven by embroiderers. And the color of the silk is red, whether it is the way to play, the position of the wind, the material used, it is the best choice. How can such a network come up with a murderous hexagram?

She picked up the three copper coins again and stood in the middle of the room and recited the words. As a fortune soothsayer rather than a flower breeder, distinguishing between flowers is not her forte. Therefore, she decided to divinate two more hexagrams, so as not to accidentally hurt these innocent people.

The second hexagram, down, fierce.

The third hexagram, down, fierce.

Even if these three copper coins were minted thousands of years ago, the spiritual experience was greatly discounted; Even if she had just crossed over here, her technique was still a little rusty, but after three consecutive hexagrams, Yan zhòng Cheng dù had already exceeded her expectations.

Unless her magic arithmetic skills have failed, she will make three hexagrams, and the result will only be one word: fierce.

Jiang Yunyao's expression was a little solemn, and she walked around the whole room again. The three copper coins fell to the ground with a jingling, making a crisp sound like the impact of pearls and jade, posing a strange and strange hexagram: sachet, fierce; Pillow, fierce; Curtain, fierce; Sweat towel, the big murderer......

Even the rouge and gouache in the makeup are mostly small evil elephants!

She was completely stunned.

At that moment, Jiang Yunyao was even wondering if it was the three copper coins or herself who made the mistake.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside, and someone called softly: "Second lady, are you awake?" ”

Jiang Yunyao walked back to the couch in two steps, re-covered the quilt and lay down, and answered vaguely. Then the door creaked open, and a stout maid with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked in, looking at her with a stern expression:

"The old lady and Ah Lang want to see you, the lady and pick up, and go to the front hall with the slave and maid."

After that, the maid didn't ask her if she wanted to, but dragged her up half-supported and half-hugged, and pressed her face in front of the dresser.

Jiang Yunyao sighed in her heart.

She is a stranger whose soul has passed through, and she is not familiar with this maid at all, if she is accidentally seen by someone......

She didn't want to be burned like a monster.

was thinking about how to cover up the past, and suddenly the maid saw the copper coin in her hand, sighed faintly, and said, "The second lady doesn't want to mess around anymore." These are piles of dust in the corners, and I carefully dirty my hands. As she spoke, she retrieved the three copper coins from Jiang Yunyao's hand, and her movements were gentle, as if they had been cooked.

Jiang Yunyao was dumbfounded.

Then the maid said: "If the lady wants to mess around like this again, the old lady and Lang Jun will be angry." She looked and spoke in the same tone as usual, with a hint of pity, as if she was looking at a ...... Idiot.

Jiang Yunyao looked up tentatively and showed an innocent smile.

The maid patted her cheek and scolded: "Don't mess around, lady. Then he poured out the girl's life in one fell swoop. From the age of three, she fell into the water, when she was four years old, when she was pushed down in a rockery, and when she was five years old, she was lost on the street outside...... Finally, she slept two days ago, and a passing Taoist priest made a hexagram, saying that her half-soul, which had been lost for thirteen years, was about to return.

Jiang Yunyao was completely stunned: "Half soul?!" ”