Zhao Yuan sat in the hall bored and began to observe the layout of Baihualou.

Back then, Zhao was still young when he was in Baihualou, and his visual angle was completely different, and he was basically attracted by some novel gadgets, but now, it is very different.

Zhao Yuan found that the area of Baihualou is very large, it is not an exaggeration to describe it with grandeur and majesty, around this hall, there are countless corridors separated by plants or pearl and jade curtains, the doors and windows are carved and painted gold, extremely luxurious.

If you are not familiar with this place, it is estimated that you will not even be able to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest when you arrive for the first time.

Just when Zhao Yuan was bored observing the surroundings of the hall, suddenly, not far away from the bookcase, there was a burst of applause and applause, Zhao Yuan followed the prestige, only to see a middle-aged Confucian with a brush in his hand, a look of complacency, and the eyes of the people around him fell on the bookcase.

At this time, many guests around got up and went over to watch, obviously, the middle-aged Confucian should be a calligrapher and painter with a certain influence.

Zhao Yuan did not go over, although he was a master of this way, but because of the ups and downs, he had long lost interest.

Little by little, time passed.

It was as if the bustard had vanished into thin air.

Just when Zhao Yuan was a little impetuous, suddenly, a girl wearing a goose short skirt, a graceful figure, and a beautiful flower walked into the gate.

The girl didn't seem to encounter the interrogation of a group of big men outside, but actually went straight into the living room, and walked towards the corridors inside, without the slightest pause.

He Ling!

Zhao Yuanhu's body was shocked, and he remembered that face.

For a long time, Zhao Yuan thought that he would never see He Ling again in his life, and he never thought that He Ling would appear here, after all, this is Baihualou.

Back then, Zhao Yuan came to Baihualou with his father and He Zixiong, and He Ling was noisy and wanted to come, but he was severely reprimanded by He Zixiong, crying and crying, but he still didn't come after all.

Obviously, He Zixiong didn't want He Ling to come to this Baihualou.

Why will He Ling appear here?

Just as Zhao Yuan was thinking, He Ling had disappeared behind a curtain of beads and never came out again.

Seeing the old man, Zhao Yuan felt a little melancholy, sighed long, put down the teacup, replaced the crystal wine glass, picked up a few small wine jugs, poured himself a drink, and drank the stuffy wine.

In this Baihualou, in addition to tea and pastries, there are also some light wines.

Of course, spirits are not allowed to appear in Baihualou, the specific reason is not known to anyone, it is estimated that the guests are afraid of drinking and making trouble, ruining the scenery, and destroying Yaxing.

"Why is Childe depressed?" a young girl walked over slowly, brushed away a fragrant breeze, and drank wine for Zhao Yuan.

"See the deceased. Zhao Yuan glanced up at the girl and said lightly.

"Since you see it, why don't you say hello?" the girl ate and smiled, her cheeks revealing deep dimples, which made her heart pound.

"Girl, I want to sit alone, you are busy with your work. ”

"Hey, the child's eyebrows are depressed, and his heart is heavy, it seems that the non-slave family can resolve it. The girl was not entangled like other Qinglou women, sighed softly, and slowly retreated.

The girl of Baihualou is really extraordinary, between advance and retreat, she is polite and courteous, and she is not shocked, which makes people feel good.

Zhao Yuan secretly admired.

After sitting for a while, suddenly, a middle-aged man with a long beard with a fairy wind and bones walked in front of Zhao Yuan, bowed and saluted, and there was a convincing solemnity between his eyebrows.

Feng'er said that the son was worried and depressed, and the poor Daote came to take a look, and sure enough. The long-bearded middle-aged man stared at Zhao Yuan with a pair of clear eyes, as if he wanted to see through Zhao Yuan's internal organs.

"Are you a fortune teller?" Zhao Yuan smiled.

Childe smiled, although Poor Dao called himself Poor Dao, he was not a Taoist, but he was used to such a mantra...... Maybe...... Perhaps, Poor Dao wants to make others trust more. The long-bearded middle-aged man still bowed down, and his expression of pampering and humiliation gave people a contradictory feeling of humility and respect.

"You are also upright, good, anyway, if you are idle, say more good things to listen, and you will naturally reward you heavily. Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"There is still something to do in the poor road, and the son is slow to use. After listening to Zhao Yuan, the middle-aged man with a long beard suddenly showed a trace of anger on his face, and his body, which was bowed slightly, straightened up, and after giving his hand, he turned around and left.

"Stand still. Zhao Yuan smiled slightly.

"Since the son does not believe in the poor way, why should the poor way humiliate himself. The long-bearded middle-aged man turned to look at Zhao Yuan, and in that deep gaze, there was actually a bit of heroism.

"Hehe, your psychological research on people is quite profound. Zhao Yuan smiled and motioned for the long-bearded middle-aged man to sit down.

"Childe misunderstood, the poor road has been in this Baihualou for some time, I don't know how many guests to solve the disaster, never thought of acting against the sky for money, this Baihualou is a regular guest, there is obvious to all. The middle-aged man with a long beard did not sit down, still looking humble but reserved and contradictory.

"Fortune telling is acting against the sky?"

"Fortune-telling is the disclosure of heavenly secrets, and it is to suffer retribution. ”

"Well, let's make a bet, I'll sit here, don't say anything, and if you can calculate my fate, I'll naturally reward you heavily. ”

"Poor Dao said, not for money!" the middle-aged man had an angry look on his face.

"Ha Luha, okay, then you calculate yourself first, if you don't tell my fortune, what will be the consequences?" Zhao Yuan Ha Luha smiled and stood up.

"Donor, why are you deceiving people too much?" The middle-aged man saw Zhao Yuan stand up, and his heart sank.

"You found me, and then chirped a lot of crooked words, pretending to be mysterious, step by step, let me rise up my curiosity, I want to know my fate, now, I have curiosity, but you want to leave, who deceives people too much?!" Zhao Yuan's eyes were like knives, staring at the middle-aged man.

"Okay. The middle-aged man was seen through by Zhao Yuan, and his face was suddenly depressed, and his mouth was chattering, and his ten slender fingers kept pinching some complicated gestures.

"Ah......" The middle-aged man suddenly stepped back again and again, knocked down a bonsai, and then, sitting on the ground with a butt, looking at Zhao Yuan with a pair of eyes, there was endless fear in his eyes.

Say. A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth.

"You...... You...... You...... Who are you?" asked the middle-aged man, trembling his body.

"I am who I am. Zhao Yuan found that many people noticed the middle-aged man who fell to the ground, and sat down slowly in order to avoid attracting the attention of others.

The middle-aged man with the long beard seemed to realize that something was wrong, and quickly stood up to tidy up his clothes, pretending that nothing was wrong, but if you looked closely, you would find that there was still a look of horror in his eyes.

"Childe, I have no grievances with you, please don't hurt me. The long-bearded middle-aged man restrained the fear in his heart and walked in front of Zhao Yuan respectfully.

"Are you sure I'll kill you if you don't answer me?" Zhao Yuan was stunned, he was only scaring this swaggering fortune teller, but he didn't think about killing anyone.

"Nope. The middle-aged man shook his head, "You won't kill me, but my fortune today is that I have a relationship with Childe." ”

"Hehe, that's unheard of. Zhao Yuan saw that there were still people around him who noticed them, and motioned for the middle-aged man to sit down.

"Poor life and death, in the son's thoughts. The middle-aged man touched his long beard and sat down slowly, but he was restless, and his eyes kept looking around, as if he wanted to find something.