"It's really cold enough!" muttered a man in the corner of the alley, it was the fortune teller.

The fortune teller only carried a package, and put two hands into his sleeves to keep warm, "This is his grandmother's, it's only early autumn, and it's so cold this night, if you wait until winter, how will you live!"

Still feeling that some cold wind was pouring in from the mouth of the alley, the fortune teller got up and muttered that the ground was broken, and then prepared to find a good place to block the wind.

The whole body was clumped into a group, and it didn't take long for him to pass by a wine shop. The fortune teller smacked his lips when he smelled the wine, slapped his hands on his body for a while, and then took out a money bag from his arms, and took a closer look at the fortune teller by the dim light of the wine shop for a long time, and finally picked two copper plates and walked to the wine shop.

"Shopkeeper, give me two taels of wine to warm up!

The shopkeeper is an honest man in his forties, "I have been selling wine here for more than ten or twenty years, and no guest has ever said that it is bad!

"That's pretty much it. The fortune teller shrugged his shoulders and muttered.

The wine is rice wine, although it is a little turbid, but the taste of this wine is really rushing, many bold warriors do not like to eat the kind of green plum wine that is very soft in the mouth, but they are very fond of this kind of rice wine that seems to be burning!

After a while, he took out a gourd from the package and handed it over, stared at the shopkeeper carefully, and made sure that he had more wine than two taels before he lowered his head and sighed in the palm of his hand.

As a result, the wine gourd fortune teller took a sip slightly, and after a while, his face was flushed. The fortune teller shuddered comfortably, dropped a few pennies and walked deeper into the alley.

Even at night, the liquor shop is still lively.

It didn't take long for the old fortune teller to come over in annoyance, "Shopkeeper! Do you dare to say that your wine is not mixed with water? Hmph! It's also thanks to me that I'm an old man, if others really can't taste it! What did you just say? Won't you pay me a pound?"

The others were attracted by the clamor of the fortune teller, and one by one closed their mouths and watched the excitement with interest.

The shopkeeper was a little confused, "No, I never mix with water!" As he spoke, the shopkeeper took the wine gourd and sniffed it, his face was a little ugly.

"I didn't lie to you!" the fortune teller snorted.

"You just looked at the wine I beat, why did it taste bad now?" Still can't believe it, the shopkeeper poured out some wine and tasted it, and then blushed and said: "I'm afraid that my mother-in-law has mixed water into it, don't worry, I'll teach her a lesson when I go back!"

The fortune teller was arrogant, "I don't care when you teach your mother-in-law a lesson, anyway, what did you just say?

The shopkeeper hurriedly replied: "Don't worry, I naturally won't lie!"

When the shopkeeper was picking up the wine gourd and preparing to drink it again, a guest suddenly laughed loudly: "The shopkeeper must not listen to this old man's nonsense, he just hid in the alley and mixed water into it himself!"

"Yes! We've all seen it!"

Hearing this, the fortune teller immediately turned red, snatched the wine gourd from the shopkeeper's hand, turned around and scolded: "Hmph, a group of dog offal! Dogs are nosy with rats!"

The shopkeeper still didn't come back to his senses at this time.

Someone else said, "Hey, you old man, you're so unreasonable!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong with being unreasonable?" the fortune teller turned his neck sideways, "If you have the ability, slash me in the neck, come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a warrior stood up and walked towards the fortune teller with a knife in his hand.

Before the fortune teller came to his senses, he looked at the shopkeeper and hurriedly rushed over to stop the martial artist, "Eh, guest officer, let's talk about it if you have something to say, don't be annoyed!"

The martial artist didn't break open the sleeve of the shopkeeper, so he snorted, "It's also because of the shopkeeper's good temper, otherwise it's up to me how I cut you!"

The fortune teller was also a little empty at this time, and seeing that the man was not good, he snorted and walked away.

Running into an alley again, the fortune teller picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of the wine, and sighed twice, "Bah, the wine mixed with water really doesn't taste like a bird!

The alley was a little deep, and it was even darker at night, and when I walked to the middle of the alley and was about to spend the night here, I suddenly saw a figure suddenly appear in front of me, and I was immediately frightened.

"Your Excellency. ”

Hearing this, the fortune teller breathed a sigh of relief, and then scolded: "Are you going to die? Why don't you bring a lantern when you come out at night? Do you want to scare me to death?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a light suddenly light up in front of him, and the fortune teller was startled again, and suddenly smiled when he looked at the man, "Don't say it, your two front teeth are really bright! Why don't you talk about changing a pair of dentures for yourself, it's also infiltrating!"

That person was Wu Zhou.

Hearing this, there seemed to be a trace of green light in Wu Zhou's eyes illuminated by the firelight, "My lord, you know that I don't like others to talk about this!"

"Yo, do you still have a temper?" the fortune teller put the package at the foot of the wall, leaned up comfortably, picked up the wine gourd and took a bite, "What's the matter? I'm still talking about it, what's the matter? Not only that, but I'm going to make a bang on your two front teeth!

Wu Zhou stared at the fortune teller's eyes for a long time, slowly lowered his head, and said he didn't dare.

The fortune teller smiled, "To be a man is to know how to be a man, you can't forget that you are a person after not being a man for a long time, you got that thing!"

Wu Zhou nodded, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, "Thank you for your advice, the villain will never die!"

The fortune teller looked at Wu Zhou in a different posture, "Don't say that you will only get benefits, and you will forget what you should do." ”

"Don't worry, my lord, the nine dragon nails have all been buried. ”

"Don't bury me wrong, Luoyang is not Gu Luoyang!"

"Naturally, I won't make a mistake about such things! Don't worry!"

"Down?" teased the fortune teller.

Wu Zhou's face sank, and he bowed his head and said, "Villain." ”

"It's done, you can go!" the fortune teller waved his hand impatiently, "Don't come to see me if you don't have anything important in the future!

Wu Zhou blew out the lantern and got up to leave.

Looking at Wu Zhou's back, the fortune teller sneered, "Do you really think of yourself as a character? I want you to die and you can live?" After speaking, the fortune teller smiled again: "It's wrong, I should really think that I am a person?"

Late at night, after the fortune teller had eaten all the wine in the wine gourd, he felt that his mind was very heavy, and he was about to fall asleep when he saw a lantern lit up in the depths of the alley.

The fortune teller squinted slightly, counting the man's footsteps.

The man approached and was a little surprised to see the fortune teller lying on the ground, "Old man, why are you sleeping here?"

The fortune teller smiled, "I didn't expect Luoyang to be really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger at this time, and he could meet a national scholar when he slept in the alley, Yao Qinghe?"

Yao Qinghe squatted down and smiled, "Actually, what Mr. said was a little wrong. ”

"Oh?" the fortune teller straightened himself, "where did the mistake come from?"

Yao Qinghe asked: "If you are a big man yourself, then it is not uncommon to meet a big person, right?"

The fortune teller nodded, "Yes."

"If it's a small person, then even if you meet a big person, you don't know that this person is a big person, right?"

The fortune teller nodded again, "Yes." ”

"In this way, it is not uncommon for my husband to meet me, just as I met my husband. ”

The fortune teller grinned, and a mouthful of yellow teeth did not look very bright in the light of the candle flame, "What Mr. said is really reasonable!

Yao Qinghe sat down, smelled the slight smell of wine still rippling in the air, and then took out a wine gourd from his waist and handed it to the fortune teller, "Does Mr. eat wine?"

The fortune teller's cloudy eyes lit up, "This is really a good thing!"

After taking it, the gourd took a big sip, and the fortune teller laughed, "Be happy." At the end, he stretched out to Yao Qinghe, Yao Qinghe waved his hand, "Contemptible people don't eat wine, and they bring wine gourds purely for... ”

"Pretend?" the fortune teller replied.

"That's right, that's it!"

The two were silent for a long time, and Yao Qinghe asked, "Listen to Mr.'s accent, Mr. is a native of Xisu?"

The fortune teller nodded, and sarcastically said to himself: "That's right, it's the remnants of Xisu!"

"Luoyang is an eventful time now, what is Mr. doing here?" asked Yao Qinghe again.

The fortune teller smiled and asked, "I'll say whatever you ask? Do you think I'm in prison? Or do you want to take me into prison and interrogate me?" “

"Listen up!"

The fortune teller laughed drunkenly, "Lao Tzu wants to restore the country and turn Luoyang into the capital of Xisu!"

Yao Qinghe was silent for a long time, and he couldn't see his face clearly, "It's just that if Mr. wants to restore the country, this Luoyang is not the first choice, if Luoyang is the national capital, these four sides are military aircraft heavylands, and Mr. can't last half an hour, Mr. should find another national capital." ”

The fortune teller snorted, "Tell you to take care of it, I'm going to restore the country here, what's wrong with me?"

Yao Qinghe smiled, "Since Mr. has a plan, then the contemptible person will not give Mr. any advice, I just hope that Mr. will still be careful, and this kind of thing will not be heard by outsiders in the future." ”

The fortune teller took another sip of wine, "This is the general trend of heaven and earth, even if it is listened to by others?

The smile on Yao Qinghe's face has not yet receded, "After all, mortals can't stop the fortune of heaven and earth, but if you let someone listen to it, it's still okay to arrest Mr. with your bare hands." I don't think the gentleman would like this kind of prison. “

"What?" The fortune teller pulled up his eyes and glanced at Yao Qinghe, "You shouldn't go to report to the official!" After speaking, the fortune teller slapped himself on the head and said, "I'm dazed, and I forgot that you are the biggest official in this world." ”

The two were silent for a moment, and Yao Qinghe suddenly pointed to a white cloth under the fortune teller and said, "Mr. is a fortune teller?"

The fortune teller looked at the white cloth and nodded.

Yao Qinghe stretched out his hand, "Then Mr. give me a calculation?" The fortune teller was about to speak, Yao Qinghe said again: "Don't worry, men are left, women are right, I have figured it out!"

The fortune teller thought about it, then took Yao Qinghe's hand, and took advantage of the dim light to squint his eyes and look at the palmistry carefully, "What is a national soldier?"

"Count Luoyang fortune!"

The fortune teller smiled dumbly, "The national soldier uses his palmistry to calculate the fortune of Luoyang?"

Yao Qinghe asked solemnly, "Is there something wrong?"

Hearing this, the fortune teller was silent for a long time, and after saying that the countryman was bold, he looked at the palmistry for about a quarter of an hour, then let go of Yao Qinghe's hand, and after taking another sip of wine, he shrunk his shoulders, and only said that Luoyang autumn is strong!

Yao Qinghe got up, lifted the lantern, thanked him, and then bypassed the fortune teller and walked forward.

The fortune teller shouted in a daze: "Countryman, your wine." ”

Yao Qinghe turned around and smiled: "Just take it as a reward for Mr." ”

"That's a good feeling, I'm not a fortune teller!" the fortune teller muttered and fell asleep.