Chapter 125

The next day, the sun rose to the East, and the capital, which was a noisy night, was a little tired at sunrise. There were few pedestrians on the road. Shops for breakfast had been opened one after another. The smell of grain, oil and meat rose with the faint curl of cooking smoke.

The drum tower beat twelve drums, the heavy city gate opened little by little, and the sound of the doorshaft turned like thunder. In the dim night, two prodigal sons, one big and one small, stood in front of the gate.

The little one, who is not yet crowned, is wearing a white monk's robe. He has no scar on his head. At first sight, he is a monk in the temple. He still carries a long white flag on his hand. The flag is rolled and not opened.

The big one is eight feet long, with bare arms, revealing white and beautiful tendons. Besides his trousers, his face is covered with a pure white towel, which makes him look like a nondescript person.

Chaoyang gilded them with a layer of Phnom Penh, half cheek's face shrouded in the light, laying a deep shadow like gullies, clear eyes like stars, brilliant.

It's like two great heroes!

Unfortunately, the two heroes were stopped by the guards before they even stepped into the gate.

"Who are you waiting for! What's the matter with Beijing! And you, take off your face towel and get a dress. You can't get in if you're not in order! "

These soldiers who guarded the capital were all appointed by the imperial court. Later, they were reemployed by the rich families in the city. They were still responsible for supervising the people who came.

The words made Mo Yun speechless, and Lu Zhengkang immediately went up.

"Amitabha! Almsgiving master, you are the source of disaster

"Don't do that! Young people don't learn well! I've been guarding the gate for so many years. Nobody has seen it! Don't play this trick The soldiers with moustaches on their lips waved their hands as if they were sending beggars. The soldiers around them also gathered around and wanted to throw them out.

"Ouch, I can't say that. If I expected it to be good, the benefactor lost thirty taels of silver in the gambling house yesterday! Tut, it's a pity that it's not the poor gambling skill of the benefactor, but that he was cheated by others! "

The moustache soldier's face sank and murmured, "what a Liu Qishou, you're playing on Laozi's head..." Then he looked warily at Lu Zhengkang, "this Little master, you are a fortune teller, aren't you? Why did you come to the capital? "

"You said I'm a fortune teller. I'm sure I'm here to make money." Lu Zhengkang spread out the banner, which was empty, but it was full of momentum when he waved it, "listen! I'm the Miaoji monk who knows 500 years ago and 500 years later, knows astronomy and geography, deduces good fortune, seeks dragons, points acupoints, subdues demons and exorcises demons, and has great powers! "

He just passed the sound changing period of the male duck's voice, blowing the cow's skin to the sky, looking at this posture alone is still very bluffing.

The moustache soldier was in a bit of trouble. "Well, I'll save you. Little master Miaoji, please come in, but I'm afraid this brave man can't enter the city without a coat."

Lu Zhengkang was just about to start making things up when a group of carriages came out of the city and stopped behind them.

When the curtain of the first four carriages was lifted, an old man in charge of dressing came out and said to several soldiers, "my master asked these two heroes to get on the bus. Well, you can go back everywhere by yourself."

"Yes, sir These soldiers are very respectful. It seems that they have met their owners.

Lu Zhengkang put his bald head on a plate, grinned at the old man, handed the long banner in his hand impolitely, and then pulled Mo Yun into the car.

As soon as you come in, you can see that the protagonist is extraordinary.

The carriage is almost as spacious as Lu Zhengkang's residence in Shaolin. In the middle of the carriage, there is a hawksbill shell curtain hanging in the East China Sea to separate the inside and outside. On the red gold sandalwood table in Guangnan, there are several layers of Sichuan brocade on the floor. In the middle of the carriage, there is a complete piece of Liaodong white tiger skin. Light South China Sea Aquilaria is full of indoor air and strong momentum, which makes people feel refreshed. Looking up, the top is inlaid with a white jade dragon turning plate. It is elegant in quality and soft in color, and the edge is inlaid with a ring of suihou beads, which is bright and clean.

Mo Yun picks his eyebrows and sends a message to Lu Zhengkang, "this is at least a few powerful families in the capital."

Lu Zhengkang nodded and said nothing.

The old housekeeper didn't know where to get a clean brocade shirt and handed it to Mo Yun. The swordsman kept silent, lowered his head and put on his clothes.

Waiting for him to change, the housekeeper stood outside the Pearl curtain and said to neilang, "here are your guests!"

Immediately, a burst of clear laughter came from behind the screen in the bead curtain. A woman in a golden dress of crimson yarn lifted a corner of the curtain and waved to Lu Zhengkang, "guests, please come in and have a cup of tea!"

Lu Zhengkang narrowed his eyes and said, "Amitabha, benefactor."

"Nanwu Luyuan Bodhisattva, this little master is very polite. Please come in!" This famous woman is very modest and warm, and, not surprisingly, is a believer of Lu Zhengkang.

Wearing a bead curtain, turning the screen, sitting opposite each other in front of a sea of root carving tea, the woman made a cup of green tea for each of them.

Mo Yun took the white porcelain tea cup, did not lift the towel, sniffed gently, praised: "before the Ming Dynasty, Longjing is more than just plain tea."With a polite smile, the woman turned her head and asked Lu Zhengkang, "is little master satisfied?"

"The taste of tea is not good or bad, but good or bad mood." Lu Zhengkang pretends.

"I didn't expect you to have such insight when you were young," the woman said with a smile. "Just now my old servant heard you boast that you knew 500 years before and 500 years later, and I don't know whether it's true or not."

"If you don't believe it, I'll show you my palms."

"Which hand?"

"Right before left."

The woman handed her hand, but he didn't look at it. Instead, he looked at the woman's face with his right hand. It was like a lotus flower, and he was chanting. In fact, he used tianyantong to get a general understanding of the woman's life.

"Not sun, not Wang Not money, not Zhao

“…… Well, benefactor, he was born into a royal family. Eh, his surname is Quan and his name is Su Huan. He's two years old in his thirties, isn't he? "

"Not bad."

Then Lu Zhengkang carefully observed Quan Suhuan's palm and interpreted it with the skills he learned from Xiangshu.

"With long fingers and short palms, the benefactor must be a thoughtful person The palm is thin and the flesh is thin. Alas, the fortune is low... "

People have seven attributes: perseverance, bravery, intelligence, calmness, wateriness, delicacy and good fortune. The most important thing is to distinguish the strength of the seven.

Quan Suhuan is rich in water and calmness, followed by delicacy and perseverance, while the remaining three are very lacking. As a powerful man, he is a conservative man. He has enough foundation to maintain his family, but he can't do anything groundbreaking.

Lu Zhengkang analysis, Quan Suhuan is also constantly nodding recognition.

"Sure enough Quan Suhuan motioned to the housekeeper, and the old servant went to one side of the cupboard to take out two jade treasures and put them on the small table beside the tea sea.

This kind of jewelry often has magical ability and can give the owner some gain. It is a very popular commodity.

"A small gift is no homage. Do you have any opinions on the Sutra?"

"I don't dare to tell you my opinions. I've only got a little bit."

"Please stay in your house for a few days. Yu Zheng has many problems. Please ask for your advice."

Mo Yun couldn't help asking: "there is a great prime minister temple in the capital. Why doesn't madam go there to listen to the Scriptures?"

Lu Zhengkang coughed, "it's better to be obedient than respectful!"