Jade Without Fragrance

   Chapter 38 Teacher

   "The capital really gathers the spiritual energy of the world, and when you meet a little lady at random, it is so special." A scholar sighed, the voice of a girl riding a donkey lingering in his mind.

   "Brother Chen, what are you thinking, even in the capital, it is rare to see such a beautiful woman." The person who said this was undoubtedly a person from the capital.

   Someone else couldn't help but said: "I don't know which jasper that little lady is, she is really kind-hearted."

   was almost hit by a falling flowerpot, not only did he not care, but he also gave the girl the flowers he was wearing, which shows that he has a good-natured nature.

   This remark attracted a lot of echoes.

  Beauty presents flowers, and people are more delicate than flowers. When they saw such a beautiful scenery, they could not wait to sing a poem.

   A well-dressed scholar threw off his folding fan: "You are wrong, that little lady is not Xiaojiabiyu, she must be a noble lady."

   "How did Brother Han see it?" Everyone asked curiously.

   The scholar shook his folding fan and smiled slightly: "The next thing is to dress up, that girl's bearing cannot be raised by a small family."

   "Reasonable."

   No matter how calm and upright a young man is, when he suddenly has an intersection with an unparalleled beauty, his heart will probably be agitated.

   This is not about character, but about youth.

  In the midst of chatting and laughing, someone noticed a difference.

   "Why did Brother Wen keep silent?"

   The young man surnamed Han also smiled and looked at a handsome boy: "Yang Huiyuan is also very silent."

   It turns out that the young Qingjun is the first name of this meeting, Huiyuan Lang Yang Zhe.

   These young people dressed as scholars are all new Kogons, the most beautiful group of people in the capital today.

  Yang Zhe smiled: "I met that girl by chance, so there's nothing to say."

  The young man surnamed Han patted the seat next to him: "Brother Wen doesn't look good, is it uncomfortable?"

   Someone joked: "I don't think Brother Wen is uncomfortable, but still thinking about that little lady—"

   "Don't talk nonsense!"

  The room was quiet, and everyone looked at the classmate who reacted violently in surprise.

   are all familiar, and there are no outsiders, these jokes are not too much.

  Wen Feng's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly, "I'm not used to such jokes..."

   Hearing people joking about him and his cousin naturally couldn't bear it.

   He didn't expect that his cousin really made a clear line with the Wen family, and just turned a blind eye to him.

   If he explained that it was his cousin, he would be understood by everyone, but it would be inappropriate for so many men to know the identity of his cousin.

   Being able to play together is a good relationship, not to mention that the friendship of the same department often accompanies many people's careers. Seeing Wen Feng like this, even if someone makes a round, the topic is changed.

   Just waiting for everyone to finish their tea and leave, Huiyuan Lang Yang Zhe walked beside Wen Feng and said in a low voice, "Brother Wen and that girl know each other?"

  Wen Feng's eyes tightened, Yang Zhe walked forward with a smile.

  Lin Hao didn't know that she had become the topic of a group of new Kogons, but even if he knew it, he didn't care.

   She rode a donkey to stop and go, looking leisurely and comfortable, but in fact, she became more and more anxious as she approached her destination.

   Is the person she wants to see coming to the capital at this time?

  What Lin Hao wants to see is her savior in her previous life, the teacher in her heart.

   She sensed her father's plan to escape from the Wen family, went out of the capital and rode Lin Xiaohua to the south, only to encounter a robber. Because of the effect of the drug, she didn't have much strength, and her desperate resistance was still in vain. Lin Xiaohua died under the knife of the gangster at that time.

   Up to now, she still remembers the despair and anger at that time.

   Is it so hard to get rid of misfortune? Why did God let her be favored by bad luck again and again?

   That's when the teacher appeared.

  He rescued her from a desperate situation and took her to a place where she was only allowed in and not out.

   There, she stayed for three years, until the teacher died tragically before fleeing back to the capital.

  Lin Xiaohua turned her head and shook her ears as if she noticed the master's absent-mindedness.

   Lin Hao rubbed Lin Xiaohua's head and looked forward.

   There is a curved bridge in front. If it is true as the teacher said that he entered Beijing in the early summer of the eighth year of Tai'an, then he should have set up a stall at the other end of the bridge to do fortune-telling.

The    bridge is approaching.

  Lin Hao rolled over and led Lin Xiaohua to the bridge.

  There were people coming and going on the bridge, blocking the view.

  Lin Hao walked to the bridge head on the other side step by step.

  There are some vendors at the bridge head, people blowing sugar, selling cold skin and hair cakes, pedicures...

   In the midst of this excitement, a thin old man with white beard and hair closed his eyes slightly, the old **** was present, and he looked quite immortal. There was a guise standing beside him, with the words "God's Calculator" simply written.

  Lin Hao had pantothenic acid in his eyes and suppressed tears.

   Teacher is really here!

   Actually calling the other party a teacher is Lin Hao's wishful thinking.

  The old man never said that he would accept her as a disciple.

  The place where she was taken was the hiding place of Emperor Pingle who disappeared in the chaos nine years ago, and the old man was the national teacher Mingxin Zhenren who was highly valued by Emperor Pingle.

   Such a place would not allow outsiders to set foot. She could enter. The teacher's kindness was one aspect. The biggest reason was that she couldn't speak.

  Her misfortune turned into luck at that time.

  Because she can't speak, the people there are less guarded against her, and the teacher will teach her something. It was only occasional at first, but gradually more and more.

   In Lin Hao's opinion, although there is no teacher or apprenticeship, the old man is her true teacher.

  Lin Hao stopped for a long time and caught the attention of the hawkers.

   "Does the little girl want to buy a candy man?" the candy man asked with a smile.

  The old man opened his eyes and looked at Lin Hao.

   Those eyes were piercing, as if they could read people's hearts.

   Lin Hao was not afraid.

   After being a mute who can spy on people's hearts for so many years, what she is best at is to cover up her thoughts.

   "Don't buy candy man." Lin Haoyin replied with a smile, looking at the old man, "I'm a fortune teller."

   She approached the old man and sat down on the stool in front of his booth.

   The real person Mingxin looked at Lin Hao carefully, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

   "Sir, is it a test or a face-to-face?"

   "It doesn't count."

"what?"

  Renmin Mingxin waved his hand impatiently: "The little girl's family has nothing to do with it. Let's go, don't delay the old man's business."

  Lin was stunned.

   She wanted to approach the teacher naturally, but she didn't expect the teacher to play cards completely out of common sense.

   How can a fortune teller not be a fortune teller?

   Too unprofessional.

   "Sir, let me do the math. The little girl is really in trouble. I want to ask Mr. to show me a clear way."

   Afraid that the real person Mingxin would not let go, the girl looked pitiful: "I rode a donkey for a long time and finally found a fortune teller."

  Shenzhen Mingxin stroked his beard, unmoved: "The little girl must have gone out less often. In fact, there are fortune tellers everywhere. Look over there."

  Lin Hao looked in the direction pointed by Mingxin Zhenren, and there was a fortune-telling booth not far from the bridge, which was more complete than Mingxin Zhenren.

  Lin Hao fell silent.

  Why is there still vicious competition?

   (end of this chapter)