After Huo Junlin said that, he took a step forward, gently lifted the hem of his clothes, and slowly, gracefully, squatted across from Yun Qiao with one knee.

For some reason, Yun Qiao seemed to have a light flashed in front of him, and was shocked by the man's charm.

After so many days in the empire, I have been accustomed to the fast pace and straightforward meetings of modern people. It is really rare to see men as slow and slightly ancient as Huo Junlin!

Moreover, his hem of his clothes and half-squat posture were particularly similar to the etiquette of the nobles of Yun Kingdom.

If he hadn't been wearing sunglasses and a modern top hat, Yun Qiao would have thought that he had also traveled from ancient times.

So much so that she almost blurted out, "Your Majesty, you are polite, I..."

Fortunately, she reacted in time and quickly reached out her hand openly: "Then let's start. Come on, give me your hand, I'll look at your palm lines first."

"Don't you want the eight characters?" The man's elegant voice carried a faint smile, which made Yun Qiao feel a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, that...If you are convenient for your horoscope, please tell me!" Yun Qiao replied stutterly.

The reason why she didn't take the initiative to ask for the Eight Characters is because in Yun Kingdom, she only mentioned the Eight Characters when she got married. After all, she is a girl's family, not a real fortune teller. In this life, except for her future husband, the National Master, she has never cared about other men's horoscopes.

Huo Junlin curled his lips, picked up his pen and wrote down his horoscope on Yun Qiao's small notebook.

The man's notes are vigorous and powerful, flying freely, exactly the same as his thin and elegant appearance.

Yun Qiao looked at the eight characters and calculated it in her mind.

"Not bad, a rich and powerful person, congratulations!" She smiled, "You are a God of Wealth. You have never been short of money since you were young, and you have taken over the power at a young age..."

Assistant Han behind Huo Junlin shook his head in disagreement: Our Young Master Huo is so handsome. Even if he is a blind man, he can tell that he is the God of Wealth? What's more, Mr. Huo has helped you with business? Of course he is a rich man!

As for the words of being in power alone, any person who can flatter himself can say it, right?

Miss Xiao Qiao, is it really appropriate for you, a poor fortune teller, to fool Mr. Huo like this and cheat Mr. Huo’s money?

Huo Junlin smiled but said nothing.

He nodded slightly and signaled Yun Qiao to say down.

Seeing that the customer was satisfied, Yun Qiao immediately became more confident and continued to pull the man's wide palm: "Your palm pattern is a broken palm, which also indirectly confirms your horoscope, being rich and powerful, being arbitrary...and so on!"

Yun Qiao was just talking without any grace, but suddenly stopped.

She stared at the man's palm lines carefully, and her face began to change: "You...you are doing a business of licking blood at the tip of a knife. This business is too rude and dangerous..."

Assistant Han couldn't help but say, "Nonsense! Our husband is a scholar! A doctor who graduated from Cambridge..."

Cambridge?

Isn’t that Nangong Wanwan’s senior brother?

Those who are disrespectful are all academic masters.

Yun Qiao curled his lips and said to Assistant Han: "Scholars can't lick blood on the tip of a knife? I'm so rich and powerful, and I didn't say it would be bad. Why are you anxious? Wait until I look at his face and look at the situation of Shangen... Hey, sir, can you take off your hat and glasses and let me see it clearly?"
Chapter completed!