Zhong Hao, Wan'er and Xu were eating and strolling, and they were soon attracted by a row of gorgeous lanterns. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhong Hao and the three of them came to the row of gorgeous lanterns, and saw that there were already many people watching the lantern riddles under the lanterns.

From time to time, there were cheers from the crowd, which were made by the people who had guessed the riddle and received the delicate lantern.

Wan'er couldn't help but be interested: "I also want lanterns, Brother Hao is the best, help Wan'er guess one!" In Wan'er's mind, Zhong Hao is omnipotent.

Zhong Hao only smiled bitterly, his ancient literary cultivation was clear, and there were really few lantern riddles. However, in order to maintain his image in Wan'er's heart, Zhong Hao had to look for the many colored lanterns hanging on the crossbar to see if there were any relatively simple lantern riddles that could be guessed!

Along the lanterns hanging in a row until the last few, Zhong Hao really found a simpler one. I saw that the lantern was written with a riddle: the sun rises in the east and rains in the west; The riddle is: the sentence "A Fang Palace".

Zhong Hao was immediately overjoyed, for fear that others would guess the riddle that he only knew first, so he hurriedly pointed to the lantern and said loudly to the owner of this row of lanterns: "Uncle, the riddle of this lantern is "and the climate is uneven"?

The owner of the lantern was a wealthy merchant in a brocade shirt, and he owned a silk shop, and the lantern was printed with the number of his shop. This riddle is actually a means of advertising in his silk shop, but this advertisement is very elegant.

The rich businessman listened to Zhong Hao's words, and said with a smile: "Exactly, Childe is right, this lantern belongs to Childe!" As he spoke, he used a pole to pick up the lantern lantern that Zhong Hao had guessed correctly and handed it to Zhong Hao and the others.

Wan'er happily stepped forward to take it, praised Zhong Hao and said, "Brother Hao is the most powerful."

Seeing the lanterns in hand, Zhong Hao was about to go to another place to shop, when he suddenly heard someone next to him say: "This son has a different face, it must be the fate of wealth and nobility, can you make a portrait of the son?" ”

Zhong Hao followed the sound and saw that under a tall willow tree full of colored lights, another middle-aged scribe was sitting at a broken table beckoning to give a portrait.

There is also a banner next to the middle-aged scribe, on the left is written: Write books and paint, and on the right is written: Ib face.

Zhong Hao couldn't help laughing: This guy has a lot of business, writing letters for people, making portraits for people, and also having a fortune-telling business.

In this era, there were no cameras, so there were still many people looking for someone to paint a portrait of themselves. However, the middle-aged literati's business did not seem to be very good, because there was no one in front of the stall.

Zhong Hao took a few steps forward and asked, "How much does it cost to make a portrait?" Zhong Hao took a closer look at the middle-aged scribe, about forty years old, although his clothes were a little shabby, but his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes were resolute, and he had a bit of an elegant and uninhibited style.

"Five times enough money for a piece, I only paint for people who are destined."

"Five-run money!" Zhong Hao was a little surprised, you must know that five times the money is two or three months of ordinary people's expenses! No wonder no one is willing to ask him to paint, and the price is too high!

Zhong Hao was not interested in painting a portrait of himself, and asked the price, thinking that it was ridiculously expensive, although Wuguan money is not a big deal for Zhong Hao now, but he didn't need to waste it here, so he turned around and wanted to leave with Wan'er and Xu.

"Does Childe know that he is a heavenly machine?" Seeing Zhong Hao turn around and want to leave, the middle-aged scribe suddenly said a strange word.

Zhong Hao couldn't help but be stunned, and couldn't help but turn his head and ask, "What is the Heavenly Machine?" ”

"Heavenly machine is Childe, you are different from everyone in this world!"

"What do you mean by that?" Zhong Hao's heart was shocked, he traveled from the era after a thousand years, isn't he different from everyone in this world?

"Don't divulge it! But you can make a hexagram for your son! ”

Zhong Hao couldn't help but be speechless, doesn't this mean that he didn't say it, he said in his heart: Nima, you are a magic stick, if you want to fool money, you can say it clearly, what kind of wit is played, you don't want to make me money!

Zhong Hao looked at the middle-aged literati and saw that he couldn't see anything, so he asked, "How much does it cost to divide a hexagram?" Zhong Hao thought about it, according to materialism, there are no two people in the world who are exactly the same, and everyone is different from everyone in this world. Zhong Hao decided that this middle-aged scribe was simply a god who wanted to fool himself.

"Five times enough money!"

Nima, it's five times again, you can't change the number, just recognize the five runs, right? Although Zhong Hao is not short of money, he is not willing to waste it on more boring fortune tellings than portraits. Besides, Zhong Hao saw that the middle-aged literati didn't look like he had any clever physiognomy, so he wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

At this time, I saw that Xu had been looking at the painting made by the middle-aged literati, and his eyes were full of heat. Zhong Hao suddenly thought that the Xu family is only in his thirties now, and women love beauty, so they must want to keep the appearance of their youth, and they must want to paint a picture.

At that moment, Zhong Hao said to the middle-aged scribe: "This fortune telling is exempt, I don't want to do any portrait as a big man, but since it is fate, why don't you bother Your Excellency to paint a portrait of my aunt?" ”。

"It's okay, then invite this big lady to come and sit here."

Xu was a little embarrassed, she felt very embarrassed to sit there in front of the public and let people paint.

Zhong Hao persuaded on the side: "Time flies, time does not stop for a moment, my aunt does not leave a beautiful portrait when she is young, and she will regret it when she is old in the future." ”

Xu Shi thought about it, so he held back his shyness and went to sit upright on the chair!

"Relax, be natural!" The middle-aged scribe commanded Xu Shidao.

The middle-aged literati took out the pen and paper, and began to splash ink and pen to the dragon, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Xu's portrait became vivid on the paper, and he drew it really fast.

Zhong Hao took a look, although it was outlined by ink lines, but Xu's shape and temperament in the painting were good, and a pair of eyes were even more brilliant, gentle and tender, sassy, quite expressive, very suitable for Xu's character of the outer circle and inner square, and it seemed that the painting was younger than the real Xu. This middle-aged scribe's painting skills are extraordinary!

After Xu Shi read it, he was also happy, carefully dried the ink, and then carefully rolled it up and put it away. The middle-aged scribe took a painting tube and asked Xu to put it up.

Zhong Hao paid the money, and just as Wan'er and Xu were about to leave, the middle-aged scribe spoke up again: "Looking at the face of the prince, he must not be a mortal, and he may be extremely rich in the future, and his future is limitless!" Since Childe doesn't want to count a hexagram, but you and I are finally destined, and when I see that Childe is also a scholar, I will give Childe a clumsy work in the next one! As he spoke, he handed a pair of scrolls to Liu Xu.

Zhong Hao said in his heart: What kind of fate do we have, if you hadn't called me, I wouldn't have paid attention to you at all. However, when others gave him something, Zhong Hao didn't want to refuse. What you give for nothing, don't give it for nothing.

At that moment, Zhong Hao took the scroll, unfolded it and took a look, and saw that it was a landscape painting, with extraordinary pen power, and immediately thanked the middle-aged literati, and said goodbye to the middle-aged scribe and Wan'er and Xu Shi and continued to go shopping.

Looking at Zhong Hao in the distance, the middle-aged scribe suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

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