The fortune teller looked at the words and said, "I'll look at your palm."

Qianhong stretched out her white right palm, and the fortune teller stared at her carefully with a look. After a moment, she said, "Left hand."

Qianhong changed hands, the fortune teller stared carefully, then raised his head after a moment, and glanced at him casually.

Wei Fufeng stood with his left hand on his back, looking at the river in the distance.

Fortune teller releases fate: "Watch palm lines, your fate is not good, and may cause your children to be slaves, but there is also a good fortune. You, hide the lotus pattern with the roots, and if you serve a husband with your blood relatives, your children will be rich and prosperous in the future, and live long and have few disasters."

"Are the cousins ​​a good person?" Qianhong asked.

The fortune teller nodded and said, "It's true, but it's not as good as the relative's bloodline, and the fate is impermanent, and it will often be affected by the fate of other people. Don't be too persistent."

Qianhong nodded and withdrew his jade hand, whispering: "Mr. Xie."

Wei Fufeng took out a cent of silver, but Yao Niang said, "General, I want to calculate it too."

Wei Fufeng smiled and said, "Okay, you all count it. I'll go to the teahouse to wait and listen to the information about business."

Wei Fufeng took out the triangular silver, placed it on the bamboo table, and left with his right hand on his back.

Yao Niang took the initiative to take the pen and write the word "Pearl", put down the pen, and stretched out her delicate right palm.

The fortune teller looked carefully, after a moment, he said his left hand, looked at it for a moment, and looked up and said, "Your destiny is still successful, and you also hide the lotus pattern. It's just that the fortune telling is strong, and the so-called perfect combination. If you can work with your blood sisters, your children will be rich and noble in the future."

"Sir, I can't calculate correctly. I don't have a sister with my closest bloodline." Yao Niang said unhappy.

The fortune teller smiled bitterly, picked up a corner of silver and handed it back, saying, "I will not receive any reward without merit."

Yao Niang stepped back and said, "I won't take it back what the general gave it to."

The fortune teller nodded, put down the silver, turned his head and looked at the orb.

Baozhu shook his head, Qianhong pulled it, and whispered: "The general has given the money."

Qianhong took the pen and handed it to him, took it with his jade hand, hesitated for a moment, and wrote the four words "Mirror Flower and Water Moon". The font was beautiful and upright, and he put the pen on and stretched out his white right palm.

The fortune teller watched carefully, after a moment, he said his left hand, and after watching for a while, he looked up and said, "The beauty has a weak life, and sometimes the falsehood is true. You should meet a person who treats you sincerely. However, the fate is impermanent, so you should not be too sad about spring and autumn."

Baozhu took two steps back without hesitation, and Qianhong smiled: "Thank you, sir."

The fortune teller smiled and said, "I am just studying the path of the Book of Changes. It is still very shallow to explore numerology. As a mortal, I still have to make a living."

Qianhong respected the female gift, Baozhu also followed the female gift, Yao Niang also followed the female gift, and then the three girls left.

The fortune teller watched him calmly, and suddenly he smiled and stretched out his hand to put away the silver. He gained a lot today. As soon as the young man waved his left and right hands, he understood something.

"This is a big man, and it seems that he has a Chang'an accent. He is concerned about Wei Shi. Could it be that it is related to Wei Shi Shi in Chang'an?" The fortune teller speculated.

"Maybe I can make a decision." The fortune teller thought, put away the stall and hurried to the Wei family's mansion.

Arriving at the Xijiaomen of Wei's mansion, the fortune teller approached calmly and asked, "Is the head of Wei?"

The four burly servants guarding the gate know the fortune teller.

Fortune Teller is a down-and-out literati named Huang Zening, who calls himself Guantian Sanren and nicknamed Huang Banxian.

"Sir, have something to do?" asked a servant. He thought Huang Banxian was just a slut.

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"I won't go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble." Huang Banxian replied calmly, very talented.

The servant has no choice, please inform us.

After the notice, the servant led Huang Banxian into the mansion and took her to a flower hall. He saw a middle-aged man wearing a group of flower brocade robes and elegant faces.

Huang Banxian bowed and greeted him. The middle-aged man sat upright and smiled and said, "What's the big deal about sir?"

Huang Banxian said calmly: "Thanks to the respect of the head of Wei, I am here to repay my kindness today. I met a person with a very good fortune before. If the head of the family can marry him, he can ensure that the family business will be prosperous for hundreds of years in the future."

The head of the Wei family frowned inadvertently and was unhappy. He did not respect Huang Banxian, but he only made friends with scholar Tan Xuan on weekdays. Huang Banxian came here many times without invitation, and his conversation was OK.

The displeasure of the head of Wei's family was that Huang Banxian used the news to deceive him. Huang Banxian must have known that the governor proposed marriage for his son and forced him to agree to the marriage.

The head of the Wei family had a young daughter born in illegitimate, who was only fifteen years old. Feng Hongduo, the governor of Shengzhou, had a son born in illegitimate, who was only nine years old. The governor proposed to get married, but the drunkard was not about drinking.

To put it bluntly, the governor seeks money and property in disguise, kidnap Weiss and forms a community of interests with him.

Can the head of the Wei family agree? Seeing that the Huainan Jieduo became stronger and stronger, Feng Hongduo's territory was surrounded, but if he did not agree, it would likely trigger Feng Hongduo's murderous intent.

"You know, the governor proposed marriage?" The head of the Wei family said coldly.

Huang Banxian said calmly: "I heard that if the head of the family wants to resolve it, he can only find an outsider and marry his daughter."

The head of the Wei family was thinking about it. He had thought about marrying his daughter, but he couldn't make it angry. He also knew that Feng Hongduo's crisis was getting worse and he was eager to strengthen his military strength.

"The person you mentioned belongs to the strong?" asked the head of the Wei family.

Huang Banxian replied: "That man had a Chang'an accent and asked if Jiangning Weishi was a branch of the Weishi in Chang'an. I guess it must be related to the Weishi in Chang'an. I once remembered that there was a literati named Weizhuang, and the head of the family respected it very much."

"Wei Zhuang?" The head of the Wei family was stunned and nodded.

Huang Banxian smiled and said, "If that person had a relationship with Wei Zhuang, the head of the family could say that his daughter had already decided to Wei Zhuang and decided to marry him. It was just because of the chaos and had not had sex for many years. Now the person is here."

The head of the Wei family lit up and stood up and asked, "Where is the person?"

Huang Banxian smiled but said nothing. The head of the Wei family understood and ordered to bring five taels of silver.

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Wei Fufeng didn't know that he had been sold by Huang Banxian, so he savored tea in the teahouse and listened to the tea lovers chatting that the three girls sat with him while drinking tea.

After a pot of tea, Wei Fufeng was about to return, but there were five eyeliners outside to exercise their physique in the cold wind.

Walk out of the teahouse leisurely and return on a walk.

As he was walking, a robe and clothes manager suddenly came to him. The manager followed the four burly servants and walked majestic.

"Would you like this person to know Wei Zhuang?" The manager suddenly stopped and asked with a bow.

Wei Fufeng was stunned. Wei Zhuang? He knew it but he had never seen it before.

"This master is indeed a relative of Mr. Wei Zhuang. He is in a low position as the head of the family, and here he will ask the master to tell you what Mr. Wei Zhuang left behind." The manager invited him respectfully.

Wei Fufeng was confused when he heard that what Wei Zhuang left behind was related to him, but he was also curious. He also wanted to make friends with Jiangning's wealthy families, and perhaps he could use it in the future.

Wei Fufeng turned around and waved, and the five followers had to come over.

Wei Fufeng ordered:

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I went back and told Lord Cheng that I would go to Jiangning Wei to pay homage to the elders, and the four would follow me."

The five followers were helpless, and Wei Fufeng turned around and walked with the manager. Fortunately, he was not far away and walked out of the prosperous Qinhuai River bank and entered a piece of Jufang.

The first family in Jufang is the Wei family mansion, a tall gatehouse, white jade steps, stone lions squatting on both sides, and eight burly servants, just like the royal family in their heyday.

When Wei Fufeng saw him, the first thing he felt was that the wealthy family of Wei's family in Jiangning was rare in troubled times. Many families with a long history were destroyed by the Huang Chao Rebellion.

The Huang Chao Rebellion was characterized by the destruction of all aristocratic families, rather than seeking to gain support from aristocratic families and laying the foundation for bureaucratic rule to change dynasties.

Huang Chao never left the word "band" from beginning to end, and similar locusts swept from south to north.

The manager politely asked Wei Fufeng to enter the main entrance, which is a manner of respecting the distinguished guests.

Wei Fufeng felt good about it. If he let the corner gate enter, he would not turn his back and turn his back, and he would only have hypocritical responses in his heart.

When you enter the gate, you will see a landscape wall with subtle and exquisite carvings.

Walking past the screen wall, Wei Fufeng saw a middle-aged man wearing a bunch of flowers and brocade robes, standing at the door to greet him.

Before Wei Fufeng left, before he could greet him, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "The nephew is here."

Wei Fufeng was secretly shocked. Could it be that Jiangning Wei knew that he was Wei Fufeng? He smiled and bowed: "I don't know what to teach me if I invite you?"

"The nephew comes in and talks." The middle-aged man invites with a smile.

Wei Fufeng nodded, stepped up the stairs, and entered the hall gate.

It looks so grand inside, and all the furniture is exquisite, shiny, complex carvings, and four characters, magnificent.

The only one who is out of place is a pair of old calligraphy hanging in the hall.

The middle-aged man smiled: "Please watch me, can you recognize me?"

Wei Fufeng nodded and approached, with three women and four soldiers behind him, stopping outside the hall door.

Take a look at the calligraphy, iron painting, silver hook, vigorous and powerful, a poem written.

The river is raining and the grass is in full bloom, and the six dynasties are like a dream and birds are singing in the sky.

The most ruthless willow in Taicheng is still covered with smoke for ten miles of dikes.

Wei Fufeng has never seen it before, and the seal on the lower side is written with the word Wei Zhuang.

"Wei Zhuang is my elder." Wei Fufeng said.

"Sure enough, this collection was the fourth year of Guangqi (888) ten years ago. Mr. Wei Zhuang came to Shangyuan County to travel. I was happy at that time and gave it to Mr. Twenty taels of money to him." said the middle-aged man.

Wei Fufeng nodded calmly. It was not so much a gift, but rather a word that Wei Zhuang sold with shamelessness.

Weizhuang was born in the East Family of Wei family in Jingzhao, and his family was poor.

Wei Zhuang was very talented, but without Wei Zhaodu's official career, he could not get the Jinshi exam, so he could not get the promotion of the wealthy Wei family.

Wei Fufeng knew the name of Wei Zhuang since he was a child. This down-and-out relative once wrote the longest poem of the Tang Dynasty, "The Song of the Qin Woman".

It was written during the period when Huang Chao conquered Chang'an, and it reflected the misfortune of women in the war, which was deeply touching.

Wei Fufeng remembers two extremely realistic sentences, "The inner treasury is burned into ashes, and the sky streets are all the bones of the nobles," which tells the Tang Dynasty's aristocratic class and is devastatingly hit by Huang Chao.

Wei Fufeng was afraid that the Wei clan relatives would become stronger and almost never needed to take refuge in Chang'an. He never thought of using Wei Zhuang.

If I remember correctly, this Wei Zhuang Bozu was already sixty years old.

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