Although Liu Zhenying didn't care about Yan Zixu's words, the dessert at the banquet still successfully attracted her attention.

It was only then that she realized that besides cakes, there were other pastries that were equally delicious.

One piece after another cannot stop.

Until the waiter came to ask her: "Miss Liu?"

She glanced distractedly: "Are you looking for me?"

"Yes, Miss Liu." The waiter said politely and respectfully, "Old Qu wants to see you for something, so I would like to ask you to come upstairs."

Qu Lao?

The grandfather of the destined man.

With this understanding, Liu Zhenying reluctantly put down the dessert and followed the waiter upstairs.

The layout of the study is very simple, and the furniture is all huanghuali in color, with warm colors and tight and delicate textures. You can tell at a glance that it has been well preserved despite its age.

Especially the huanghuali bracelets placed on the desk...

It's perfect for her to use as a rosary.

Liu Zhenying thought lightly.

Mr. Qu saw that she did not look at him after entering the door. Her pair of dark almond-shaped eyes scanned the furniture in the room with a bright light, and finally fell on the bracelet he had carefully prepared.

He immediately laughed and picked up the bracelet: "Do you like this?"

"Well, I see this thing is destined to me."

Liu Zhenying nodded his head unceremoniously, rolled up his almond-shaped eyes, and smiled calmly.

This made Qu Lao's laughter become even more joyful: "What a pity, this bracelet belongs to me. I'm afraid it's more related to me."

Liu Zhenying was not discouraged and sat down on the sofa. His long black hair was casually spread over his shoulders, exuding an indescribable delicate and transcendent charm.

She reached out and touched the side of her face, as if she was not used to makeup: "It's okay, I think you will give it to me."

Even if his little thoughts were seen through, Mr. Qu was not angry.

"Yes, I do want to give it to you, but..." He paused, and a glimmer of light flashed in his slightly cloudy eyes: "You have to do me a little favor."

His request was simple: help figure out the future of the Qu family.

This question is easy to say, but the general scope is very broad.

But Liu Zhenying's expression did not change at all. He found a piece of paper on the table and handed it over: "Write a word."

This is a word test.

Qu Lao heard about it, rubbed his fingertips on the pen, and wrote the word "string".

When the note was brought to him, Liu Zhenying's eyebrows furrowed, deepening unconsciously.

Mr. Qu felt uncomfortable and asked in a low voice: "What's the explanation?"

"Qu Xiaojue is destined to have a hard time."

The character "chuan" is divided into four parts by a vertical line.

"Especially the way you wrote this vertical line is very vigorous. This proves that there is a knife hanging over the Qu family's head. If it falls, the Qu family will be left with only four people." Liu Zhenying pointed with his slender fingers.

Click on the words on the note: "The mouth here refers specifically to men, which coincides with Qu Xiaojue's fate."

Qu Lao's fingers tightened on the table.

Even his voice couldn't help but become hoarse: "So, Xiao Jue will definitely... die in this mission?"

"That's not necessarily the case."

Liu Zhenying shook his head: "This stroke is so forceful that it can be seen as a knife, or it can be seen as a forced glimmer of hope."

"A glimmer of hope?"

"Yes, and this string of words also means 'double middle', which means that Qu Xiaojue's life and death and the future of the Qu family are complementary to each other. If Qu Xiaojue lives, the Qu family will be brilliant in the future. If Qu Xiaojue dies, then the Qu family will soon be

Perish."

To be honest, Qu Lao didn't want to believe Liu Zhenying.

But he didn't invite her to the study for no reason.

What happened to Shen Chao was too bizarre and too convincing.

If you listen carefully to Qu Lao's voice, there is a hint of trembling in it: "Is there a way to solve it?"

"This is the second hexagram."

The sudden turn of events made Qu Lao Yi startled: "What?"

Liu Zhenying smiled warmly: "The calligraphy test just now was given to you. If you want to ask more questions, you will be charged."

Her pair of apricot eyes were always clear in black and white, and she looked at them openly and without any hint of compromise.

It made Mr. Qu laugh, and his words were joking: "Don't you like Xiao Jue? I am his grandfather, do you have to settle with me?"

"Of course." Liu Zhenying nodded matter-of-factly: "He is him, you are you, one code equals the other."

In fact, Liu Zhenying thought it was quite strange.

Why do people always tell him this?

Mr. Qu is like this now, and so was Hua Qing back then.

Qu Lao didn't mind this at all: "Okay, just do the calculations and I will give you the money."

This time, Liu Zhenying was really relieved.

According to Qu Xiaojue's birth date, she lowered her eyes and counted with her fingers.

The study was quiet for nearly half a minute.

Then, Mr. Qu saw that all of Liu Zhenying's expressions were frozen and stiff, and his originally rosy face suddenly turned a bit dead.

"Liu Yatou, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Zhenying felt a surge of blood in his chest, and his throat was fishy and sweet. He didn't even have time to pull out the paper...

He tilted his head and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the gray carpet scarlet.

Qu Lao was so shocked that he quickly stood up and handed the water with paper: "What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Liu Zhenying waved his hand.

It's an old problem, she can't be counted as having a hexagram about herself.

The bright color of blood was still stimulating his nerves, but Liu Zhenying seemed as if nothing had happened. He kowtowed and opened his eyes again: "Qu Xiaojue's only chance of survival is me."

"you mean……"
Chapter completed!