"Hahaha~" Xiaoqiu walked towards Mr. Xiang's room and whispered and smiled secretly, "I feel so good today! It's a pity that this fragrant powder is not used for people. Fortunately, I am smart, and I moved half of it before it was wasted. I am helping Mr. Xiang to eliminate waste~"

Before she knew it, she walked to Mr. Xiang's door. Xiaoqiu looked inside and saw Mr. Xiang reading a book quietly. Xiaoqiu left the door frame and smiled quietly for a while, and she almost broke her anger. She wanted to release her smile all at once, in case she accidentally laughed in front of Mr. Xiang, which would lead to her suspicion.

I laughed for about five minutes.

"Ba." Xiaoqiu put the fragrant powder on the pear blossom tree piano table, "I finally bought it. I ran several streets, and the fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums is. Do you smell it, is it good to smell it?"

"Oh?" Mr. Xiang smiled slightly, slowly unscrewed the lid, and looked at a box of scattered white powder with deep eyes. It was obvious that two powders of different textures were mixed together. He frowned, sighed, and placed the box of fragrant powder in front of the guqin. With a "bang", it was twice as loud as Xiao Qiu.

Although Xiaoqiu was startled by the sound, she still straightened her arm to Mr. Xiang: "Mr. Xiang~ This box of fragrant powder costs a total of 30 yuan." She posed in three positions with her right hand.

However, Mr. Xiang just used a fine silk cloth to carefully wipe the strings, his eyes drooping, and he ignored her.

"Mr. Xiang, please pay me back the money for the Xiang powder." Xiao Qiu stretched out her arms, shook, and stomped her feet. It was obvious that she was a little panicked and was very worried that Mr. Xiang would not pay the money.

Mr. Xiang finally raised his eyes, looked at her meaningfully, and then looked at the fragrant powder box. A smile that was not easy to detect appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But, it seems that other than this box, there is a more pure smell of autumn chrysanthemum fragrance powder elsewhere~"

"Where is it?" Xiao Qiu felt a little panicked and pretended to sniff around. He smelled the wardrobe from the corner of the table and the windowsill from the wardrobe, "I only smelled a fresh smell."

Mr. Xiang watched her perform for a while, but really didn't want to continue watching: "Forget it, let's just treat this box as a gift you gave me! I won't give you money, and I won't pursue your fault."

"What? No, it took me half a month's salary." Xiaoqiu was really anxious.

"This mixed powder and flour cost you half a month's salary? Is this business a black store?" Mr. Xiang looked at Xiaoqiu, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened slightly, but it was obvious that he was trying his best to cover it up.

Xiaoqiu knew that she had been discovered, and she felt the ridicule and ridicule of Mr. Xiang at herself. But she was just doing odd jobs in the Xiaoxiang Music Hall, and Mr. Xiang has always been rumored to be the real owner of the Xiaoxiang Music Hall. So, Xiaoqiu could only swallow his resentment, pouted, and stared at Mr. Xiang blankly: "Okay, just treat me as a treat."

"Oh, I can only make do with it." Mr. Xiang sighed, "I hope you can be smarter next time."

Xiaoqiu walked to the backyard depressedly and kicked the bucket angrily: "This bad guy! You have to give me half of the money no matter what! You don't even give me a penny. Iron rooster!"

This big bucket was repaired, but it was broken again by Xiao Qiu's kick.

The clear water kept flowing out of it, scaring Xiaoqiu to the point of being in chaos.

It was not until all the water dried that Xiaoqiu came to his senses and could only pick up the wooden boards and tools and repair them again.

Several crows croaked in the distance, pulling Xiaoqiu, who was addicted to repairing the bucket, out of this job.

"When will this be done?" Xiaoqiu looked up at the sky. The sunset had gradually faded, and the dark blue began to slowly roll from the east.

"Mr. Xiang's evening performance is about to begin. I guess I can't go anymore." She shook her head," Actually, I really want to listen to it. No, no, I don't want to listen to that bad guy's play, it's all a lie!"

There were endless people outside the Xiaoxiang Music Hall, and chatting and laughter resounded throughout the street. Some merchants and vendors even left the shop at night and came here specifically. They were all for watching Mr. Xiang’s divination program. Mr. Xiang’s magical divination has been spread for several months, but no one has ever seen his ability. The reason is very simple. I know that no one can give him the desire to divine so far.

Outside the gate of the Xiaoxiang Music Hall, Mr. Xiang sat upright behind the mahogany table, with the legendary guqin on the table. There was a servant standing next to him, who was sprinkling fragrant powder on the strings.

In the atmosphere of a faint fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums and a faint wheat, Mr. Xiang was wearing a black robe, and his straight facial features contained an unfathomable mystery. He closed his lips and his dexterous fingers circled and plucked the guqin.

The sound of this piano is sometimes melodious and melodious, sometimes high and excited, occasionally like a turn of peaks and a waterfall is hanging down. After the brief opening music, the audience burst into applause and cheers continue.

Many people even went up to offer flowers and fruits.

Mr. Xiang smiled evilly: "The first guest below is the love, who will come first?"

The crowd began to surge. Some took out gold, some took out silver, and some took out heirloom jewelry or land deeds. These people had only one purpose, which was to let Mr. Xiang divine them.

There have been rumors in the city that Mr. Xiang’s hexagram is the basis. As long as someone is willing to inform him of the most important troubles in his heart, he can divine the hexagram and make the most beneficial judgment to the guests.

Most of the guests who came to seek hexagrams came for money. They hoped that Mr. Xiang could figure out how to make a fortune for them and would be rich and powerful in the future. These people were willing to offer their money, but Mr. Xiang refused one by one.

This time, Mr. Xiang looked at the people holding money and frowned: "Didn't you say that I won't count wealth for others. I just count knots or obsessions."

The servant next to him understood Mr. Xiang's meaning, approached the crowd, and tried to persuade those who were seeking divination for money: "Mr. Xiang doesn't calculate it for you, but money depends on yourself and luck, and Mr. Xiang can't do anything else~"

After hearing this, Mr. Xiang immediately got up and patted the servant's hat on the brim, with a slight anger: "Can't you say something good to me?"

The servant realized that he had said something wrong and shouted to the crowd: "It's not that Mr. Xiang has no ability to calculate wealth, but he doesn't want to use this method to change your fate."

"Since you can't calculate your fortune, what else can you count?" someone in the crowd asked loudly.

"Count the knot or obsession! Didn't Mr. Xiang just said that, I'll only calculate this kind of thing for you."

"What's the point of that thing?" Several people watching the fun waved and left with disgust. Several of them said, "This kind of obviously deceitful trick, and Mr. Xiang is just like that."

The crowd began to talk, and some people cast doubtful eyes on Mr. Xiang.

A voice asked, "How much does it cost to divine a knot for a heart?"

The servant replied, "Twenty taels of silver."

The voice suddenly became disgusted: "It's so expensive! Who would spend money on it?"

Mr. Xiang looked at the man, with a determined heart as far as a mountain in his eyes: "Of course there are, and there are quite a lot. But... not everyone has so much money, so if your experience can impress me, I will not charge a penny."

"Is there such a good thing?" Another man stared at Mr. Xiang and his piano with a skeptical look and walked over, "Then I will be the first guest tonight. If my story can impress you, don't charge me money. If my story can't impress you, I will pay you twice the price!"

Mr. Xiang smiled evilly again and looked at the man with his eyes: "Although I only entertained two guests today, I don't want to give you the opportunity to the guests." After that, he wiped the strings with a fine silk cloth.

The man couldn't help but feel a little worried: "I'm sure my story will definitely impress you. At worst, I can pay three times the price!"

Mr. Xiang raised his head, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked at him: "That's it."

The man talked about his mental journey:

"When I was eighteen years old, I had a lifelong conspiracy with my beloved woman. But his family disliked me for having no money and did not intend to marry her to me. I had agreed with my beloved woman that I would make money in three years and would definitely come back to marry her.

However, three years later, I really made money and came back, but my beloved had already married someone else. Please, for divination, how should I steal my beloved woman back." After this man finished speaking, he covered his face and was sad.

"That's all?" Mr. Xiang frowned and asked softly.

"I've finished speaking. How is it? It's not bad."

"Forget it, in this way, I won't charge you money or divination for you. What a pity~ You were wasted the first opportunity!"

“Why?”

"Because your experience is not worth my divination for you, your story is not what I want at all."

"I'm already very sad about this. Isn't that enough?"

"It's just that you are sad, but this experience really has no spiritual energy."

The man was so angry that he pointed at Mr. Xiang and cursed: "What do you think you are? Everyone said that you have great magical powers, but so far, you have never helped anyone divine except for a few tricks! Everyone came to you and told you about their own thoughts and asked you to divine, but you persuaded them back. I think you are a liar!"

The crowd suddenly became quiet, and everyone was thinking about the person's words. Not long after, they all started to shout: "Scammer!"

As soon as she repaired the bucket, Xiaoqiu ran to watch the fun. She saw a few people fighting with the servants, covered her mouth and laughed: "I deserve it, who made you hate it so much? Hehe, let's show your strength."

At this time, a woman with a very aura walked forward: "Don't argue anymore! I believe Mr. Xiang! I think Mr. Xiang has this ability."

Another smiled and said, "Don't be too sentimental. Before, a woman who was trapped in love came to ask Mr. Xiang to divine her for herself. However, before the story was told, she was bombarded by Mr. Xiang."

The servant looked a little unhappy: "What does it mean to be bombarded? What those people said is really not worth divination by my husband, so I invited him away."

The woman ignored others' opinions and walked to the piano: "Mr. Xiang, listen to my obsession."

Xiaoqiu looked at the woman carefully, with charming eyebrows, small cherry mouth, and a slim figure. Somehow, a jealousy rose in her heart.

Xiaoqiu hurriedly ran up, spread his arms in front of the piano, trying to keep the woman away from the piano: "Hey, hey, this piano is an antique from the Qin Dynasty. You are so close to you, can you afford it if you break it?"

The servant looked at Xiaoqiu coldly and pulled him aside.

Xiaoqiu was angry: "What are you pulling me?"

"They are guests, so you can't talk nonsense in front of them! If Mr. Xiang's reputation is bad, it is also caused by you."

"You are just talking nonsense! One person does things and one person does it, let alone I feel sorry for that piano!"

"Why are you still saying it? Shut up!" The servant glanced at Xiaoqiu and turned his head.

"Shut up and shut up. I want to see what tricks this woman can do." Xiao Qiu looked at the woman angrily.
Chapter completed!