Chang Qing was angry and stared at Zhao Yan, "How are you looking around? Do you know that, why don't you eat him quickly? If you don't eat such a fat sheep, it will sooner or later be the meat from other people's mouths."

Zhao Yan laughed: "It's clear, it's not our life."

Changqing immediately lowered his head and cheered up after a while, "It's okay, it's okay."

His eyes were slid and he didn't know what to do, but Changqing was the right person, so Zhao Yan and others were not worried.

Now that everyone has been in the Imperial City Department for a long time, they are familiar with the envoys of other departments. Although their division of labor and responsibilities are very different, they often help each other in some responsibilities.

A master like Changqing is definitely worthy of the younger generation of the Imperial City Secretariat. He wants to help, and no matter which Secretariat, he will raise his hand to welcome him.

Several people were whispering, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the tea shed.

The footsteps are different from ordinary people, especially protruding and heavy. Perhaps other people can't hear much difference, but they feel a little harsh and all look up.

The one who came was a Taoist priest.

He is about forty years old, and he is very delicate in Taoist robe, with a tall figure and steady steps. He smiles three times when entering the door. He looks like a gentle and polite person.

He was chasing a man tightly behind him. He was holding a thick gift box in his hand and rushed over and stuffed it into the Taoist priest's arms. While stuffing it, he begged: "Master, please accept it. If it weren't for you, I, my daughter would probably not be able to survive!"

The sound was loud and simple. As soon as it made a sound, countless people inside and outside the teahouse were attracted by him.

As the man said, he knelt down and kowtowed three times at the Taoist priest, kowtowed solidly, his forehead was red, and he looked quite honest, and he looked like an ordinary countryman, sincere and honest. At this moment, tears rolled on his face, full of glory for the remnant of the disaster.

"Just as the Taoist priest said, my son-in-law is indeed a beast... Xiao Meng is still pregnant, so he beats her..."

"Wuwu, if I hadn't been given guidance from the Taoist priest and went in time, my daughter would probably not have saved her life. Taoist priest, you are my savior. I, Lu Jiu, will remember your great kindness in this life. I will set up a tablet of immortality for you when I get home!"

Several passers-by around who were watching the fun were shocked when they heard this, "It turned out to be this Taoist priest, the one who is known as the "Suitable One Gua" in the martial arts world."

"No, I heard a scholar in the east of the city a while ago, who is gentle and has a reputation. But when I go home, I beat my wife after three liang of yellow soup. My wife almost beat him to death with her belly. If my father had not arrived in time, he would have died."

The words spoken beside him were so sure.

The Taoist priest seemed a little distressed and whispered the man, "Your daughter has this disaster. After this disaster, she will be free from illness or disaster in the next half of the day and will be smooth. Of course, it is still what I said, her husband and wife have a short relationship, and the separation is the best result."

The man nodded repeatedly and left with great gratitude.

The entire teahouse suddenly became lively, and many guests were circling around the Taoist priest, each trying to ask for a divination from him.

The Taoist priest just laughed: "There is no need to be a good deal. If the fate is not there, I think everyone is not bad. Life is smooth, and even some small problems are not harmful. Where can you live without bumps or bumps in life? There will always be good and bad things. As long as you accumulate more merit and owe less debts, everyone will have a bright future."

The guests made him happy.

Guan Lin and Xia Zhiming exchanged glances, their expressions were a little strange.

Xia Zhiming glared at him.

Seeing this Taoist priest, he couldn't help but remember what Lin Guan did naughty when he was a child. This kid also pretended to be a charlatan. Although he was young, he pretended to be a good person. There were occasionally legends about him on the streets of Beijing.

The Imperial City Secretary also watched the fun, and after making a few jokes, they ate their own cold drinks.

After resting for half an hour, the wind was calm and there was no turmoil. After everyone had finished their cold drinks, they saw that the time was almost the same, so they were ready to get up and continue working.

Yang Yuying took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips. Just as she wanted to get up, she saw the priest sitting slowly over, just sitting opposite Yang Yuying.

Lin Guan tightened his fingers and instinctively held the fan knife.

Changqing also touched the short gun that had been blocking his waist.

Zhao Yan's eyes were slightly condensed, and Xia Xiaoxue's oil-paper umbrella naturally blocked Yang Yuying's face, and everyone was on guard.

The Taoist priest didn't care at all. Even if the 108 hidden weapons on Xia Xiaoxue's umbrella were aimed at his acupoints, he could make him die in a few seconds, and his expression was calm and composed.

Zhao Yan instantly passed through his mind the names of countless enemies, all dangerous figures that the Imperial City Department has been wanting recently.

"Miss, I can see you today, and I am destined to be with you, so I will give you a divination."

Yang Yuying: “…”

The guests in the teahouse were immediately envious and curious, and they all looked sideways and stared at the Taoist priest with a nervous expression.

"My little lady, Taoist priest's hexagram can't be easily available. You are blessed today."

The guests said one after another.

Yang Yuying smiled, stood up and smoothed the hem of her skirt, and smiled and said, "I don't believe in fate, so I don't tell the fortune. Taoist priest's hexagram is so precious, so there is no need to waste it on me..."

"Hey, but I want to give you a divination."

The Taoist priest showed a little tenderness in his eyes. When he looked at Yang Yuying, it seemed as if she was the most special woman in the world.

"Your fate is at a subtle turning point, and I can't ignore it."

His voice was faint, as if he was coming from the horizon.

"I was born with a very shallow relationship with my parents, so I felt full of worries and anger. Good boy, do you often feel quiet at night and have difficulty falling asleep, and you often feel sad and cry for the moon?"

Yang Yuying didn't say anything, just smiled.

Zhao Yan and others were stunned.

The Taoist priest smiled, "You long for a brand new life, so you made a decision that you never dared to think about before."

"Now I will tell you that your decision and your desire will bring you wealth, but it will also bring you great danger."

The Taoist priest looked compassionate and ignored Yang Yuying's rejection. He looked firm and said in a deep voice: "To satisfy your desire, you have done something, but this thing will bring endless crises around you."

He lowered his voice, with a low voice with magnetic charm, which made people involuntarily believe it.

"The signs have appeared... Believe it or not, since I have met you, it is the fate between you and me."

As he said that, the Taoist priest took out a sachet from his waist.

The sachet is only half the size of a palm, extremely exquisite. From needlework to Liu Su, it is so beautiful that Xia Xiaoxue's eyes shine.

Obviously, such sachets are very popular among girls.

The Taoist priest handed the sachet to Yang Yuying: "You must wear it with you recently, especially when you are in a nervous mood or want to do important things. It can drive away bad luck and bring you good luck."

Yang Yuying raised her eyebrows: "Oh? How much does it cost?"

The Taoist priest waved his hand, pushed the sachet over, picked up the sour plum soup on the table and poured it into one mouthful, got up and left.

Chang Qing was immediately surprised and chased the priest with his eyes. He watched him leave the tea shed and gradually drifted away without even looking back. He said in surprise: "Are you really leaving?"
Chapter completed!