Fang Yan sat high on the chair of the True Dragon Palace.

The palace maid in front of her was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looked as old as Fang Yan's appearance, holding a teapot, walking quickly to the True Dragon Palace, and placing the teapot on the table next to Fang Yan.

The lazy dialect nodded.

The palace maids would be very excited every time, because those of them who served the True Dragon Hall knew that the little girl was the divine dragon that had been passed down from mouth to mouth in Beitang Kingdom......

The dialect stayed for the time being, and the job was to watch the fate and make the wool of the Beitang country.

Yes, that's right, to be a god......

The reason why Fang Yan is not calculated but read is because she doesn't need to calculate complicated and easy to calculate at all, and completely relies on her innate instinct to see a person's good fortune and misfortune, to be precise, a bit of the legendary snake fairy potential.

No, it's evolved now, it's Jiaoxian.

It's all thanks to the newly born horns on the top of the head, and when used with natural powers, it's like hanging up.

Calculate once, and the luck will be automatically deposited into the lottery holder, 20 points each time, adding up to a lot.

Now the dialect finally knows why it is said that Jiaolong is a watershed on the road to dragonization, because of the relationship between horns. The magic of the horn is actually in addition to breaking the law, for the improvement of the innate supernatural power and the soul, with the horn, you can cultivate the power of the soul, so as to enhance the power of the innate supernatural power.

Now, thanks to the wonderful use of horns, the first thing to be improved is the natural supernatural power - Yu Ming.

Many people know that although the legendary Hu Huang Changbai Ash is not completely capable of reaching the sky, it is absolutely close to the people, after all, no one has ever seen those golden gods, gods, gods and Buddhas helping ordinary people, and helping the emperor and royal family.

Recently, it has begun to be rumored that the dragon maidens of the True Dragon Hall will tell fortunes and ask about the future, and more and more people come to worship the true dragon.

However, dialects can only be read for a while every morning, early in the morning to breathe in the clouds, in the afternoon to rest, and in the evening there is an evening class.

The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are chirping, there is no need to fight, there is no need to fight hard, there is nothing more comfortable than basking in the sun to raise your body temperature.

Pour a cup of tea.

Smash two puffs of cigarettes, the dialect is worried about the tobacco in the southwest, at this time the tobacco she brought earlier has long been gone, and the rest has deteriorated due to too much time, and now it is the tobacco of the Central Plains, the taste is average, not as good as the southwest.

Making money is a great cause.

Looking at fate is not working in vain, the remuneration depends on the other party's wealth, there are more points of money, and there are fewer points of no money, and even upside down, and it is called a kind-hearted dragon girl by the people of Beitang Kingdom.

The rich are very unhappy, but they are willing to take money for the sake of the benefit, after all, you get what you pay for.

Fang Yan didn't know what's wrong, but recently she has begun to like shiny things like gold, silver, and treasures, all kinds of pearls and jades, and she never refuses to come, and all the good things in the pond are put away by her.

A nobleman from a certain family on the opposite side handed over a brocade box, which was slightly painful.

"Yo! Chen Guolai's pearls, can be ......"

Fang Yan held the cigarette stick in his hand, opened the brocade box and took a look, and put it away with satisfaction.

"Shenlong, please help me see when I can conceive a child."

Fang Yan used his natural ability to see a picture of the future, the noble man in front of him was pregnant with Rokka, gave birth to a daughter, and a few years later gave birth to a son, but he died of difficult childbirth.

"You will have both children in the future, first daughters, then sons, and when you give birth to a son, you will die in childbirth."

"Ah?!!h

The noble woman opposite showed a look of surprise, and was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, thinking of the old man in the family, it is estimated that she will wait for her life to quickly find a young and beautiful concubine to take home to help her wife, this is the traditional rule of the family, and there is no need to repeat it too much.

Fang Yan would never have imagined that the woman on the other side would not think of her own safety, but her husband's future continuation.

Sure enough, it is the door valve of the family, and the dirt inside is even worse than the palace.

When the noble man thought of this, he suddenly had a plan in his heart, got up to say goodbye, and presented a box of silver.

Take the money.

"Next."

A middle-aged wealthy businessman with a shy stomach walked in, and after sitting down, a pair of thief eyes looked around, and there was a secret treachery in the eyes of the dialect with a single horn.

"Shenlong-sama ......"

Without waiting for the rich merchant to speak, Fang Yan kicked him out of the True Dragon Hall and ordered, "Don't let this person come in again." ”

Soon, there was a forbidden army at the door to take the rich merchant out of the palace, and strictly ordered the rich merchant not to get close to the palace one step further, the new second generation of the lord of Beitang knew about it, and also let people copy the rich merchant's home, and harvest a large amount of silver to enrich the internal affairs office.

"Next."

A scholar in Confucian clothes walked in, and he hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't say why.

"You're here to ask about marriage, aren't you?"

The dialect is unconscious.

"Huh? Be...... No...... I ......"

The people in line laughed, and the Confucian students were eager to get into the soil.

"You have a bad fate, fortunately, the marriage is still going well, there will be a lady in the future, who loves you, and from then on betrayed the house and opened a wine shop for you, with a long skirt and hand-made soup, you have to cherish it."

"I ...... I will. ”

The people behind let out a burst of good-natured laughter, and some people shouted congratulations to Brother Ren, so ashamed that the thin-skinned Confucian hurriedly took out a few taels of silver and handed them to Fang Yan, and ran away as soon as he wanted to.

"I won't charge you money, just keep it and go home and live a good life."

The crowd laughed good-naturedly again, and Confucian quickly buried his head in his chest and ran out of the temple gate.

……

The end of the morning's work basically represents the end of the day's work.

Fang Yan took a cigarette stick and walked all the way around the palace, with the big cat Bai Lian'er and Concubine Zhang Yuanfei following him, taking advantage of the afternoon to eat a full meal, slip around and bask in the warm winter sun by the way.

I met a certain palace maid who didn't open my eyes in the harem, and I wanted to ask her to go and see the fate of a nobleman in the palace.

The dialect refused mercilessly, and the rules cannot be broken, no matter who the other party is.

If you don't go to work in the afternoon, you won't go to work......

After strolling around, I sent Lian'er to play with Concubine Zhang Yuanfei.

Fang Yan went back to the pool and took a nap on his stomach, only to wake up in the evening for dinner.

After finishing the evening class, it was already the middle of the night.

When the lights in the imperial capital gradually went out and everyone fell asleep, the palace was still lit up.

In the center of the Imperial Palace, the inextinguishable lights of the Cloud and Palace flickered as if they were day. Looking down from the sky, the entire Zhongjing City is like a plate of brilliant jewels, and Yunhe Palace is the most dazzling pearl among them. Behind this pearl, there was a small black mass, and the light of the Cloud and Palace shone in all directions, but it could not shine on this next temple.

The darkness was not abrupt compared to the light of the clouds and palace, but seemed to be unusually integrated.

Outside the meditation hall, a row of chamberlains and palace maids stood silently under the long porch, supervising each other with their eyes, not allowing the slightest noise.