Chu Ci turned around with dry food, and the shopkeeper sighed in his heart, that little brother's mouth is so sweet, and he wants to be a showman!

Pity him, Tong Sheng didn't get in, so he can only open a teahouse here to live.

As soon as the pony was pulled out of Ma Pengli, a group of people came up to him.

There were about a dozen, and the man at the head was riding on a black horse, with starry eyes and white clothes like snow.

When he got off the horse, the man beside him took the reins and led the horse into the stable.

Hatsuca made way for him.

couldn't help but look at the man in charge again, and then he was a little stunned.

In a trance, I felt that I really wanted to see the forgotten master.

Just as she was in a trance, the man glanced at her.

The eyes were cold and emotionless, and the distant mountain-like eyebrows were gently frowned together.

Chu Ci's heart flickered, and a delicate and white-faced man next to the man stood up and glared at her.

Turning back and groveling to the man, "Nine...... Childe, it's hot outside, and I've sunburned you, so let's go inside. ”

Chu Porcelain, who was glared at inexplicably, looks like a licking dog for a delicate man.

Glancing at the man again, Chu Ci had doubts in his heart.

It's still uncertain, even if it's really Tan Yi......

She can't see him in his current form!

There is only one big road here, which leads to the capital, and judging by his appearance, he should also go to the capital, so they will meet again in the capital.

So, Chu Ci rode on his little donkey, carried the dry food given by the shopkeeper, and left gracefully.

Fortunately, I didn't need any passes to enter Beijing, and I was only allowed to go after a routine inspection.

But she was in trouble again.

There's no money!

In this capital where every inch of land is valuable, how can there be no money!

What to eat without money? What to stay? How to live?

After thinking about it, Hatsuca borrowed a patched white cloth from a kind old woman.

I went to a poor scholar who sold calligraphy and paintings, borrowed a pen, and wrote eight words - fortune telling, 100 calculations!

"It's too difficult for everyone, little brother, you can set up a stall next to me!"

Chu Ci thanked him boldly: "Thank you, Brother Song, thank you, I'll send you a hexagram!" ”

The poor scholar's name is Song Yun, who is already a talented person, but now he ignores national politics, prefers wine-colored beauties, and the eunuchs in the court are dominant.

It is difficult for the children of poor families to take the imperial examination, and the phenomenon of selling official titles abounds.

It's really hard!

And his mother was sick in bed, he thought, the imperial examination could not be counted on, in order to treat his mother's illness, the only way to sell some calligraphy and paintings on this street to scribble.

"Okay, then you can do the math."

He didn't believe it, but it was too hard for everyone.

Where would the first porcelain be a hexagram, but she is a fairy to speak, this little thing is not difficult for her!

"I look at Brother Song, your face is ruddy and bright, there will be happy events in the family!"

"Where does the joy come from?"

"What worries you the most is bright!"

He was most worried about his mother's illness, but the doctors said that his mother's illness was incurable.

Song Yun seemed to have expected it, and it was really a lie.

But upbringing does not allow him to discriminate against fortune telling, and people are serious professions.

He looked sad, "Little brother has miscalculated this time, there are a lot of bad things in my family, where did I come from." ”

"Brother Song, you can just wait quietly."

Song Yun shook his head, said nothing more, and returned to his stall.

Some people look at calligraphy and paintings, look at them and leave.

After a day's business, only one or two orders can be traded.

It's been a sad day.

"Song Xiucai!"

Not long after, suddenly a plump lady came up with a happy face.

It's Aunt Wang next door.

"Auntie, but my mother ......"