Han Zhen also had a heart, that palace really didn't want to go back, there were traps everywhere, and everyone was staring at the throne. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info how fresh and comfortable the air outside. As for changing his face and turning into a demon, let him go, life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky.

A few people walked through a few streets, and saw a stall fortune teller, and approached.

This fortune teller had gray hair and looked quite like a fairy wind and bones, Han Zhen felt that maybe this was the legendary master, so he sat down opposite him and put down a silver ingot.

As soon as Han Zhen was about to open his mouth to ask, the fortune teller asked him first: "This little brother, didn't you just calculate just now?"

Han Zhen patted the table and said, "What nonsense, when did I count it, I saw you for the first time today." ”

The fortune teller said curiously: "But, just now you obviously came to me with a woman to count your marriage." It's just that you changed your clothes so quickly, and the woman didn't come with you. ”

When he said this, Han Zhen was shocked, and remembered some things about Qin Wang Jian, and that strange voice that he couldn't remember echoed in his ears again: Qin Wang Jian can see your past life. There are two of himself in the second image of Qin Wangjian, and it seems that one of them is his past life. According to the fortune teller, "myself" has been here just now, so it seems that I am about to meet the self in my previous life.

Han Zhen felt that there must be something strange in this, as for the previous life, it was an illusory talk after all.

Will he replace himself as the emperor in this past life, if he becomes the emperor, won't he become a lost dog, where can he still have a life.

Seeing that he seemed to be thinking about something, the fortune teller urged him: "Little brother, if you don't count the hexagram, please give up your seat, don't affect the old business." ”

Han Zhen has never believed in these fortune tellers, and since he is sitting here, he thinks he might as well tease him.

Han Zhen asked, "Since someone calculated the marriage just now, then you can also count my marriage." You can count my marriage with Xiao Cuicui. ”

The fortune teller squinted his eyes, pinched his fingers and began, "Okay, let's talk about the birthdays of the two of you." ”

Han Zhen only said his own, and made up Xiao Cuicui's birthday indiscriminately.

After a while, the fortune teller pretended to be bright, grabbed Han Zhen's hand and said, "Little brother, congratulations, you really have an indescribable fate with this little Miss Cuicui." Although there are some twists and turns, but in the end, you must be together, and the two of you can be said to be the fate of seven lives and seven lives. ”

This fortune teller was originally the kind of common charlatan, and when he heard Han Zhen ask about marriage, he guessed that most of what he asked was his intended person, but who knew that it angered Han Zhen.

Han Zhen patted the table, look at Wan Idiot?, Wan Idiot grabbed this fortune teller and beat him violently.

The fortune teller was beaten and complained repeatedly, and Qingyuan also stepped forward and stepped on him a few times. The fortune teller looked gray-headed and bloodstained, and knelt down again and again to beg Han Zhen for mercy.

Han Zhen grabbed his hair and asked, "Forget it, I thought there was a little misunderstanding between us just now." I'll give you another chance, and you will count another hexagram, and if you calculate it well, you will not only be rewarded with silver, but also spared you. ”

The fortune teller nodded in fear, so he had to stubbornly calculate.

Han Zhen asked Wan Idiot and Qingyuan to write down the eight characters of their birthdays, and asked the hexagram master to calculate the longevity of the two.

The fortune teller was more careful this time, pretending to be quick to say: "These two are high-ranking monks, and their lifespans are about eighty years old. ”

Qingyuan broke his fingers and calculated, he is now fifty-seven, so it seems that he will die in another twenty-three years, which is very unpleasant, so he stepped forward and overturned the hexagram stall, and beat the hexagram teller again.

Wan Idiot is also quite dissatisfied, his ambition is to be a Buddha, originally thought that after practicing for decades, he could become an immortal and become a Taoist, but now this fortune teller said that he can only live to be eighty years old, and he continued to beat up this fortune teller with Qingyuan.

Zhou Qingqing didn't bother to pay attention to a few people, and said to Han Zhen in a somewhat reproachful tone: "Haven't you made enough trouble, are you still in the mood to play at this time, aren't you afraid that little Cuicui will ascend the throne and let you be her little eunuch?"

After being reminded by him, Han Zhen calmed down and hurriedly went over to signal Wan Idiot to stop with Qingyuan.

The two monks, you punch me and kick me, and the fortune teller said that one of the two can live to be 300 years old, and the other can live to be 300 years old.

Seeing Han Zhen urging, Wan Idiot and Qingyuan stopped, and everyone left together.

Han Zhen saw that Zhou Qingqing's face seemed to be a little unhappy, and followed her a few steps closely: "Master, do you think that I am bullying the old man indiscriminately, and I can catch up with a scoundrel." ”

Zhou Qingqing replied: "That kind of charlatan, how can I mind, I wish you beat him to death." It's just that I think most of these so-called masters are deceitful and famous, it seems that we must have run away in vain this trip, so let's go back as soon as possible. Then she looked at Qingyuan and Wan Idiot and said, "Do you see those two bald thieves looking like they're doing business?" ”

Han Zhen looked at all kinds of people along the way, and saw that the market was full of people who bought vegetables and fish, and at most they were storytellers.

A few more people walked forward a few more steps, and saw that everyone did not know what to do and watched enthusiastically.

When I got closer, I saw clearly in the crowd that it was six women who were selling their stalls here.

The six women have delicate faces, looking at their posture and tone, a few of them turned over easily, and most of them looked like they were in the troupe.

Wan Idiot said to Han Zhen: "Your Majesty, you see how pitiful these people are, why don't we bring them all into the palace for you to enjoy as wives." ”

Han really wanted to blame him for talking nonsense, only to hear a "snap", and Zhou Qingqing slapped a crisp slap on Wan Idiot's face.

Zhou Qingqing taught Wan Idiot a lesson, and it was much heavier than Han Zhen.

Qingyuan helped Wan Idiot, and the two of them went farther away, trying to be on the other side of the circle, away from Zhou Qingqing.

The six women performed a literary drama, and they were about to start the martial arts, only listening to the conversation between the two women: "Martial arts needs two men, but Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Wang have not come yet, so it seems that they can't act." ”

Another woman said, "I heard from Master that they went to the ruffians to pay their money, and now it's time to come back." If we don't have the money today, we won't have the money to contract the stage in Dongtou tomorrow. ”

When the onlookers saw that they had stopped performing, they were about to disperse.

One of the women said anxiously: "Next is the martial arts, which is more exciting than the literary drama, please help support the scene." ”

There was almost no one in the crowd to buy their accounts, and many of them dispersed at once.

One of the women was in a hurry, grabbed Han Zhen over, and said in a low voice: "Little boy help, after this scene is over, we will share some silver taels with you, and we won't let you suffer." ”

Wan Idiot leaned over and said to the woman: "What kind of martial arts, as a monk, Lao Qu has always been based on helping others, so if there is anything useful, just ask." ”

The other women smiled and said to Wan Idiot: "The master is really a high-ranking monk, thank you two for helping us out of the siege." ”

Everyone saw that there was a drama to watch, and soon came back again.

A woman from the opera troupe pulled Han Zhen over, and lifted him up easily with a gentle support on his waist.

Han Zhen was a little curious, and said nervously: "What is this going to do, hug my waist as soon as we meet, the young master doesn't like this way of meeting very much." ”

Wan Idiot also found it funny, and said to the two women beside him: "Female donor, although Lao Gao's cultivation is high, but if you want to hug me, I can also cooperate honestly, even if it is a little broken." ”

The other two women of the troupe lifted Wan Idiot up violently, turned his body upside down, and turned around quickly, like a windmill.

On Han Zhen's side, a woman held him in her arms, threw it high, and threw it at a woman next to her.

In this way, the four women threw Han Zhen alternately.

Han Zhen is so fun, this is even more fun and exciting than a roller coaster, just like flying, I can't imagine that there is such a good thing as this trip. If you can't be the emperor by then, you can consider following these gang of singers, flying around lightly and earning silver.

The way the idiot rotated couldn't compare to him, he was a little dizzy, uncomfortable, and almost threw up.

The crowd saw that this scene was much more interesting than just now, and they applauded loudly, and the scene was lively.

Wan Idiot screamed a few times, and shouted again and again: "Don't play, Lao Wei won't play, a few female bodhisattvas will quickly put me down." ”

The onlookers gave a lot of money, and new spectators kept coming closer.

The two women turned Wan Nao faster and faster, Wan Nao struggled and screamed at first, but then Shengsheng was fainted.

The woman in the first drama class patted Wan Idiot's head, trying to wake him up.

Han Zhen was thrown around, and when he saw that Wan Idiot seemed to have fainted, he was also a little worried: "What happened to Master Wan, hurry up and save him, otherwise I will not be polite to you." ”

The woman in the first drama troupe pinched the middle of the idiot, shook his head violently, and saw that he still refused to wake up, and complained a little: "If you don't wake up, you won't have his share of the money later, hum!"

Seeing that the onlookers began to complain at this time, a woman from a drama troupe hurriedly ran to the inn next to her to borrow a scoop of water, and came back and splashed it on Wan Zhi's face, and Wan Yi finally woke up. He shook his head and said, "Is there something wrong with the old man's eyes, why do you feel that the world is spinning." ”

As he spoke, the two women quickly turned him around again.

It wasn't until Wan Idiot was fainted again that the performance slowly ended, and after everyone dispersed, a woman in the opera troupe counted the broken silver and said: "Sisters, we have earned more than three taels on this trip, it seems that it is enough." ”

"Well, yes, Chang'an is the capital after all, the first good district, all of them are rich. ”

On the side, another woman in the opera troupe sighed and said: "However, I didn't expect that there are still bullies on this Chang'an street, and we have to give them money when we first come here, and we have to share some hard-earned money, which is really unfair." ”

"This kind of bastard is everywhere, it's useless to report to the official, those dog officials will definitely protect them and bully us outsiders. However, the reason why the dog officials are rampant is because of the dog emperor who eats people and does not spit out bones, and I heard that the current dog emperor is the emperor by seeking the dynasty and usurping the throne. ”