Chapter 380: The hexagram image is the same as the face of the person
Chen Changsheng then asked: "Chen, remember, weren't you guarding the White Tower earlier?"
The scholar said: "Now Xiaosheng is a staff member of the palace, working for His Highness."
Chen Changsheng paused slightly after hearing this. He hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but glance at the scholar again.
This scholar is so confident and not afraid of cause and effect, so he probably has something to rely on.
As for what it was, Chen Changsheng didn't ask.
Instead, he changed his tone and asked: "It turns out that Chen had a chance encounter with him in the palace back then. How is he doing now after being separated for many years?"
After hearing this, the scholar said: "Everything is fine with Your Highness. Your Highness is able to be where you are now, thanks to the karma you left behind back then."
"It was Chen who was negligent for a while."
Chen Changsheng smiled. String string sacrificed his life to save Yan Ruchu. If not, Yan Ruchu would have died in the fire.
But even without Yan Ruchu, the rebels would still appear.
Chen Changsheng said: "Actually, Chen admires your husband a little, even for such a thing."
The scholar shook his head and said bluntly: "To be honest with you, I actually didn't expect His Highness to survive."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Then why are the scrolls in Prince Yu's Mansion only allowed to be entered by the descendants of the Yan family?"
"Sir, you did think that Da Jing would suffer a great calamity."
The scholar put down the tea cup and said: "But during that great catastrophe, sir, I calculated some variables, but those variables seemed to be obscured by the secret of heaven, so in the end, all subsequent calculations became blurry."
"Sir, I was nostalgic for this part of the world, so I left paintings here before leaving. If Da Jing really perishes and there is no blood to continue, then Xiaosheng should leave with the paintings."
"I see……"
Chen Changsheng had a rough idea in his mind, and it should be like this. If the monks could really calculate all the things in this world, then there would be no need for the way of heaven.
The scholar looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "It wasn't until His Highness entered Qingshan City that I learned what exactly happened from His Highness's dictation."
"The immortal should be a variable that even that gentleman cannot count."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng asked: "How can you see it?"
The scholar said: "After Mr. left, Xiaosheng made three hexagrams for Dajing. The first hexagram was to predict the fortune of Dajing's country before he raised troops in Beixiang. The result was a good omen."
"Then Beixiang raised troops and the border was defeated. Xiaosheng made another prediction and calculated the result, but it turned out to be good and bad."
"We broke through the barrier again in Beixiang, and the last hexagram of Xiaosheng changed again. The great situation is gone, but only the great evil remains!"
The scholar looked at Chen Changsheng in front of him and said: "To be honest, I have never seen such weird things since I learned the art of divination from my husband. The hexagrams are destiny, so how can the destiny of the dynasty be the same?"
It's a joke, but the results of the hexagrams are as uncertain as a person's face, and the rise and fall of the country seems to be just a matter of thoughts."
When Chen Changsheng saw the scholar looking at him, he smiled and said, "Don't you think Chen has such great ability?"
The scholar said: "I just don't understand."
Chen Changsheng said: "Chen walked around Beijing and did nothing except getting to know some people."
The scholar pondered for a moment.
He would not dare to make mistakes in front of Chen Changsheng.
He couldn't figure out what happened in the capital that year, so he had to learn a little bit from Yan Ruchu's mouth.
Among the many people mentioned by Yan Ruchu, only this Mr. Qingshan is the most suspicious!
The scholar could only think that it was him.
The scholar pondered for a long time and then said: "If you are brave, young man, can you borrow something from the immortal?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head after hearing this, but did not explain.
When the scholar saw this, he didn't bother anymore.
He was really curious about where this person came from, or whether he was the variable.
Chen Changsheng took a look at the sky and said, "Unfortunately, lunch is about to be served at home, so I won't bother you."
The scholar did not try to persuade him to stay, but said: "I will send him to the immortal."
"Don't bother."
After Chen Changsheng left the teahouse, he rushed home.
I heard that Yanhuanglou steamed some steamed buns today, and they all had a lot of meat.
As for the money to buy meat and noodles, Chen Changsheng naturally came up with it.
He was anxious to go back because he was afraid that Yanhuanglou would be eaten by him.
Above the teahouse, the scholar watched Mr. Qingshan gradually go away.
His brows were furrowed, always feeling strange.
this……
I'm afraid it's not just as simple as a profound practitioner.
If you say that the original hexagram has nothing to do with this person, the scholar will not believe it.
The City God stood aside and said, "Mr. Zhu, he has gone far."
"Yes." The scholar came back to his senses, agreed and said, "You must remember not to disturb this gentleman."
"Mr. Zhu, how dare you, little god."
The city god shook his head helplessly. He might not be able to see enough of the incense he had.
…
Chen Changsheng returned to the courtyard and smelled the aroma of meat as soon as he entered the door.
Follow the scent all the way into the kitchen.
I happened to see Yanhuanglou carefully carrying a basket of steamed buns and placing them on the table.
"Huhuhu..."
Yanhuanglou blew his hands and then heard a sound coming from behind him.
"Chen came at the right time."
After seeing him, Yanhuanglou said: "You came here because of the smell."
"Chen guessed that you would steal something, so he came back specifically to have a look."
"I, Yanhuanglou, am this kind of person?"
After saying this, Yanhuanglou hummed twice, and then called Chen Changsheng to come over and sit down.
A basket of twelve buns.
Yanhuanglou didn't care whether the buns were hot or not, he stretched out his hand to grab them, "I won't wait for you."
"Eat it." Chen Changsheng said, "How long has it been since you had meat?"
Yanhuanglou didn't reply and just kept eating the buns. His mouth burned after one bite and he gasped for air.
It took a while to swallow the bun.
"fragrant!!"
Yanhuanglou's eyes shone brightly, and he started to devour it.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and took a taste. It tasted good.
"In my opinion, you can go sell steamed buns tomorrow instead of selling tea."
"No."
Yanhuang Lou said: "You don't know that in Qingshan City now, anyone selling food on the street will be robbed. There are too many people without food. Secondly, those officers and soldiers will often come here to eat for free. You
I don’t dare to ask for his money, so I can only earn a few pennies from tea.”
Chen Changsheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it that serious?"
"have!"
Yanhuanglou said solemnly: "The man of Wang Sanniang in the neighboring courtyard used to sell cooking cakes. His man was given freebies for several days in a row. He couldn't bear it anymore and chased him for money. However, he didn't get the money and was beaten. At noon
I went to the government to file a complaint, but when I came back, I was beaten to death in the evening, and Wang Sanniang became a widow."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng frowned and said, "Are these people so lawless?"
Yanhuanglou shook his head and sighed, and said: "There are too many such things. Besides, the government dare not take care of these officers and soldiers. Even if someone files a complaint, they will turn a blind eye at every level. After all, they can't