Nothing was said all night.

When Tang Mo woke up, he found that the beautiful girl in his arms had long disappeared, so he got up and stretched his waist and was ready to get out of bed.

The curtain of the door was lifted in a corner, and Frostshuang's head poked in and said, "Childe, let Frost help you change your clothes." ”

Tang Mo wanted to refuse, but he couldn't match Shuangshuang's peach blossom eyes that seemed to seep tears as soon as he was rejected, so he had to reply: "Okay." ”

Frost was overjoyed, opened the curtain and entered the carriage, and began to help Tang Mo change his clothes. After a while, Tang Mo, a beautiful son of the turbid world, appeared in front of Shuangshuang's eyes. Frostshuang's eyes flashed with brilliance, and she smiled: "Childe's appearance is really boring." ”

Tang Mo smiled and said: "That's natural, I don't know how many scriptures the old man recited in his previous life to have my son in this world." ”

Shuangshuang couldn't help laughing out loud and said, "Childe's cheek should have been exchanged for chanting scriptures in his previous life." As he spoke, he took out Han Gongqiu from the dark box, inserted it into a black quaint scabbard, and then handed it to Tang Mo.

"Childe, this scabbard was specially equipped by King Wu later, and it was made of the outer heaven iron that fell from the sky outside Jinling City in the first year of Taiwei, and I forgot to give it to you last night. Frost said, her cheeks flushed as if she had a fever as she thought of the events of the early morning.

Tang Mo pretended to be calm, took Han Gongqiu and the scabbard, pinned it to his waist, and asked, "Where are we now?"

Shuangshuang replied: "Just left the city yesterday, the son was going to sleep, so he is still in the north of Jinling City." ”

Tang Mo heard the noisy sound outside the car, suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, today seems to be the day to catch the market." ”

The market generally starts on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar calendar, which is no less than a festival for the people.

Shuangshuang replied: "Is Childe interested in going to see it?" It just so happens that today's market is the last time before the Dragon Boat Festival, and the number of people is much more than in the past. ”

Tang Mo heard that Shuangshuang had already been to the market, so he didn't want to trouble her to accompany him to go shopping again, so he forced down the curiosity in his heart and said, "Since Shuangshuang has already been there, let's go directly." ”

Shuangshuang knew that Tang Mo had never been to the market. But if Childe wants to go, he must follow, Childe is afraid that he is tired of his own pretending to lack interest, thinking of this, Frost Frost can't help but be a little moved, and said in his heart: "Why do you always inadvertently make me tempted? How much debt did I owe you in my last life, so that I love you so much in this life..." ”

Frost suppressed the slight acidity in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Frost seems to have forgotten to buy wormwood, so Childe will accompany Frost to buy it." ”

Tang Mo didn't know Shuangshuang's inner monologue, he only thought that Shuangshuang really forgot to buy it, and he immediately responded, thinking that he would not be able to go to the market: "Okay, I'll accompany you to take a look." ”

The two got out of the car and walked along the official road for a while to the market.

The market is very lively, of course, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the heroes and ordinary people are the most trustworthy in retribution ghosts and gods. Therefore, there are also fortune-telling stalls in the grass market.

At the entrance of the market, there is a fortune teller who looks quite fairy and wears a robe, and in front of his stall stands a flag with three big characters written on the half-immortal Liu, and there are a few people who know that they are croppers at a glance.

The Luo Dynasty has always advocated Taoism, and the various feudal states have also followed this trend. As long as there is a genuine Taoist priest with a certificate issued by the government, and not the kind of wild Taoist priest who deceives fools and weak women, he is extremely respected. Of course, there won't always be any big things like asking for rain, and even if there were, just those few old faces, who let the real Huang Zidao people recognized by Da Luo and various feudal states be counted with one hand. Most of these Huang Zidao people who are high in the temple hold inconsequential positions, but they have money to take and official goods, so they are inevitably stained with some copper smell and red dust, and they are not considered to be Dao immortals, and few can touch the Dao of Heaven.

Most of the Taoists who are not stained with copper smell are far away from the rivers and lakes, and they will naturally be troubled by the trivial things of firewood, rice, oil and salt, so they basically have other ways to survive: fortune telling, physiognomy, counting the passing year and other silent things, and touching the way of heaven is even more unavoidable.

This "half-immortal Liu" is an officially certified Taoist priest, but he is not well-known and can't mix with the yellow and purple Taoist robe, so he can only honestly nest in this grass market and make a fortune-telling career.

Tang Mo and Shuangshuang walked past the fortune-telling booth, and the farmer who had been gathered around saw Tang Mo's appearance of a handsome boy and dispersed.

The fortune teller who had drunk some wine stretched his neck and shouted, "Don't run, Zhang Laosan, the money hasn't been given yet!" The farmer turned around and replied: "Let's count it together next time!" The fortune teller was angry: "You said the same fucking last time!"

Tang Mo was infected by this unrestrained market atmosphere, and saw that the drunken fortune teller was skinny, and the Taoist robe on his body was about to turn white, so he asked for broken silver from Shuangshuang and put it on the fortune telling stall. Although Frost was a little reluctant, Tang Mo touched her head, and Frost took out the silver.

When the drunken fortune teller saw the scene of releasing the money, he stopped Tang Moshuangshuang, who was about to leave, saluted, burped and said: "Since the two of them paid the hexagram first, they are so close to the poor road, and the poor road will count a few hexagrams for the two of them." ”

Tang Mo returned the salute and said with a smile: "Dao Elder doesn't need to be polite, this is for the person just now." With that, he prepared to leave with Frost, who was indignant because of the money spent in vain.

The fortune teller drunkenly seemed to say to himself: "Jinling Wu Xiang, the only son has left home." ”

When Tang Mo heard this, he turned around and asked, "Who are you?"

The fortune teller smiled and said, "Poor Dao just said, people who are destined for the two. ”

Tang Mo laughed and said: "What a fateful person, I bother the Taoist to count a few hexagrams for me." Ben was very annoyed by the frost of this drunken fortune teller, and heard those two sentences: "Jinling Wu Xiang, the only son left home." Only then did he begin to face up to this fortune teller, and when he heard Tang Mo's request for fortune telling, he did not stop it, but silently followed Tang Mo and walked to the fortune telling booth.

After Tang Mo sat down, he asked the fortune teller: "I don't know what a long can be?"

The fortune teller narrowed his drunken eyes and said with a smile: "Then it depends on what Tang Gongzi is." ”

"What if I'm going to count my fortune?"

"The housekeeper in Prime Minister Wu's mansion is like a pixiu, with this person's town house, does Tang Gongzi still need to let the poor road count his fortune?"

"Then I'll ask about marriage. ”

"Tang Gongzi is accompanied by a red face, what is this marriage for?" Hearing this, Shuangshuang was overjoyed.

Tang Mo asked again: "What if you want to learn?"

"There is only one stone in the world, and Tang Gongzi's money is enough to buy eight buckets. ”

"Then I'll ask the Taoist chief to calculate my life!"

When the fortune teller heard this, the smell of wine all over his body seemed to dissipate in an instant, and his originally hazy eyes became clear in an instant, and he said, "That, there is something to say." ”

The fortune teller paused for a moment and continued: "Although Tang Gongzi is the heir of the people of the mountains, rivers and lakes, he has the purple gold that only princes can have. If the poor road is not mistaken, Tang Gongzi was born in the second year of Taiwei, and the eight-character dark alloy scales meet the wind. ”

Tang Mo was shocked when he heard this. He does have the proverb of golden scales and the wind, therefore, Tang Pu, who is well versed in the emperor's temperament, claims that Tang Mo's eight characters are the eight characters of the proverb of wealth and peace, and let Tang Mo hide his eight characters since he was a child, so except for Tang Mo Tang Pu knows, no one else knows about it, but where did this old way come from?

Shuangshuang next to her was overjoyed when she heard this, and she naturally hoped that her lover's life would be as rich as possible. As for the princely generals, the frosty mantis can't fit those, who made her only Tang Mo in her head.

Tang Mo swallowed his saliva, felt that his throat was a little dry, and hurriedly said, "Dao Elder said that he laughed, how can there be that kind of dragon life." ”

The fortune teller smiled and said: "Don't panic Tang Gongzi, if Poor Dao mentions this matter to anyone other than the two of them, he will be charged with leaking the secret of heaven, in that case, Poor Dao's cultivation will be considered invalid." ”

Tang Mo had to believe it, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to kill people, so he smiled bitterly: "I'm tired of keeping a secret for the sake of the Taoist." ”