"Fate?" Could it be that crossing to Xinque is also fate? What are you kidding, if the fortune teller can believe it, I'm afraid the pigs will be able to climb the tree. "Then you can calculate it for Miss Ben, and if it is accurate, I will compensate you for all your losses, and pay you double the honorarium, how about it!" Hyosung paced and waited for him to answer.

"Double ...... Double?" The little old man stretched out two fingers in disbelief.

"Nonsense, I said that double is double, you have to calculate accurately, triple is also possible, but looking at you like this, it is very rare. Song Xiaoxing dragged the last word very long and heavy.

"Underestimate my old man. The little old man said as he slowly picked up the divination sign that had just been thrown out by Hyosung, as well as the bench and table.

"Hyosung, what are you doing......" Murong Jing, who was standing in the distance, walked over, looked at the strange little old man and said, "This old man ......"

"Fortune teller. Hyosung replied crisply, she simply sat down on the chair in front of the table and pulled her calves and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Eight characters of the hour?" The little old man handed out a piece of paper, a brush, and Hyosung hesitated and wrote his birthday on the paper. It is said that the culture of the Xinque Dynasty is of course very different from the culture of 20,000 years later, and the city she named 'Hangzhou' is not the modern Hangzhou City, she found a look of surprise and wood in the eyes of the two people.

"What's wrong with you?"

The fortune teller only stared at the words stupidly, and Murong Jing asked word by word, "What does this mean?"

"I was born at 12 o'clock in the afternoon on December 13, 1992. ”

This, it's really strange, the little fortune teller moved his fingers, put three copper coin-like things (hexagrams) into a small bamboo jar with a length of a palm, covered the lid, and shook it, each shake, there was a trace of doubt and thought between his brows, and he shook it a total of eight times before stopping, and then poured the three hexagrams on the table, and Hyosung and Murong Jing looked at it very carefully.

"Ahh

"It's amazing, it's amazing......"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Hyosung jumped up from his chair, "You figured out where I came from?"

"I don't know where you came from, but you certainly didn't fall from the sky. ”

Hyosung glared at him fiercely and said angrily, "I just fell from the sky, I don't believe you go and ask the people of the palace!"

The word 'Xinwangfu' accumulated a layer of meaning in Murong Jing's heart, does she have anything to do with Xinwangfu? The jade pendant just morning was enough to prove that her identity was the princess of Xinque Kingdom, but how could she make people have so many incomprehensible things?

"Say, say it, say it. She couldn't wait for the old man to speak.

The old man finally said: "Judging from this hexagram, you are not from Xinque Country. "Wow, this can also be calculated, but it stunned Murong Jing.

"What else?"

"Good luck and bad luck, good fortune and misfortune are uncertain, but there is a good fate to break the cause of the disaster, otherwise this hexagram must be the next hexagram, this hexagram is extraordinary!" The little old man's deep-locked eyelashes did not stretch, and he was still calculating with his beard.

"Okay, okay, you're not counting. Hyosung got up impatiently.

"You, you...... The old man has been telling fortunes for decades, and he has never encountered such a magical image, and today is the first time he has seen it, alas...... If you don't believe me, I'm speechless. "The old man seems to have come for real.

Hyosung shrugged his shoulders and looked at him extremely pitifully: "Okay, I believe you this time, but it was quite right at first, it is absolutely impossible for me to fall in love with a man here." ”

"The old man gave the girl a word ......"

"Again, last time you gave me a word, I almost didn't die in that bandit's den, otherwise what you saw today must be a ghost. Song Xiaoxing pulled Murong Jing to turn around and leave, and she put the handful of broken silver she had prepared earlier in her hand on the table.

"Girl, don't believe what others say, otherwise you will be killed......"

Cut, I think I will die faster if I listen to your words, Song Xiaoxing said secretly in his heart, and his footsteps gradually went away.