Zhao Yuan sat in the lobby boredly and began to observe the layout of Baihua Building.
Back then, Zhao was still young when he came to Baihualou, and his visual angle was completely different. He was basically attracted by some novel gadgets, but now, it is completely different.
Zhao Yuan discovered that the Baihua Building was very large, and it was no exaggeration to describe it as grand and majestic. Around the hall, there were countless corridors separated by plants or pearl and jade curtains. The doors and windows were all carved with gold, which was extremely luxurious.
If you are unfamiliar with this place and arrive here for the first time, you may not be able to tell the difference between east, west and north.
While Zhao Yuan was boredly observing the surroundings of the hall, suddenly, there was a burst of applause and cheers from the bookcase not far away. Zhao Yuan looked around and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar holding a writing brush in his hand, looking very proud of himself.
He was in a state of disbelief, and the eyes of the people around him were all focused on the writing desk.
At this time, many guests around stood up to watch. Obviously, the middle-aged Confucian scholar should be a calligrapher and painter with certain influence.
Zhao Yuan did not go through it. Although he was a master in this way, he had long lost interest because of the ups and downs he had gone through.
Time passed little by little.
The madam seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Just when Zhao Yuan was feeling a little restless, suddenly, a girl wearing a goose skirt, with a graceful figure and beautiful appearance walked into the door. The girl held her head high and had a cold face, giving people a condescending air.
Arrogance.
The girl didn't seem to encounter the interrogation of the group of big men outside. She actually entered the living room and walked towards the corridors inside without stopping at all.
He Ling!
Zhao Yuan's tiger body trembled, and he remembered that face.
Zhao Yuan had always thought that he would never see He Ling again in his life. He never thought that He Ling would appear here. After all, this is Baihua Building.
Back then, Zhao Yuan came to Baihua Building with his father and He Zixiong. He Ling clamored to come, but He Zixiong severely reprimanded him and cried, but he still didn't come.
Obviously, He Zixiong didn't want He Ling to come to Baihua Building.
Why does He Ling appear here?
While Zhao Yuan was thinking, He Ling had disappeared behind a bead curtain and never came out again.
Seeing his old friend, Zhao Yuan felt a little melancholy, let out a long sigh, put down the tea cup, replaced it with a crystal wine glass, picked up a few small wine bottles, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank.
In this Baihualou, in addition to tea and cakes, there is also some light wine to add to the fun.
Of course, hard liquor is not allowed in Baihua Tower. No one knows the specific reason. It is probably because they are afraid that guests will cause trouble when drinking, which will ruin the scenery and ruin the elegance.
"Why is the young master so depressed?" A young girl slowly came over, brushed away a gust of fragrant wind, and drank wine for Zhao Yuan.
"I saw an old friend." Zhao Yuan raised his head and glanced at the girl and said calmly.
"Since you saw it, why don't you say hello?" The girl chuckled, revealing deep dimples on her cheeks, which made people's hearts beat.
"Girl, I want to sit alone, you do your thing."
"Hey, the young master is depressed and has many worries. It seems that Feinu's family can resolve it." The girl was not as entangled as the other women in the brothel. She sighed softly and slowly retreated.
This girl from Baihualou is indeed extraordinary. She is polite and courteous between advances and retreats, and is not surprised by favors or insults, which makes people feel good about her.
Zhao Yuan admired secretly.
After sitting for a while, suddenly, a middle-aged man with a long beard and a fairy-like manner walked up to Zhao Yuan, bowed and saluted, and there was a convincing solemnity between his eyebrows.
"Feng'er said that the young master has many things on his mind and is depressed, so I came here to have a look. It is indeed the case." The middle-aged man with a long beard stared at Zhao Yuan with a pair of clear eyes, as if he wanted to see through Zhao Yuan's internal organs.
"Are you a Taoist fortune teller?" Zhao Yuan said with a smile.
"Young Master is laughing at me. Although Pindao calls himself Pindao, he is not a Taoist priest. He is just used to such mantras... maybe... maybe Pindao wants others to trust him more." The middle-aged man with a long beard still bowed,
The unfazed expression gave people a contradictory feeling of humility and respect.
"You are quite upright. It's good. You have nothing to do anyway. If you say more good things, you will naturally be rewarded heavily." Zhao Yuan laughed loudly.
"I still have something to do, young master, please use it with ease." After hearing Zhao Yuan's words, the middle-aged man with a long beard suddenly showed a trace of anger on his face. He straightened his body, which was slightly bowed, and after cupping his hands, he turned and left.
"Stop." Zhao Yuan smiled slightly.
"Since you don't believe in poor Taoism, why should I bring shame on myself?" The middle-aged man with a long beard turned and looked at Zhao Yuan. There was actually a bit of heroism in his deep eyes.
"Haha, your research on human psychology is quite profound." Zhao Yuan smiled and motioned for the bearded middle-aged man to sit down.
"Young master, I have misunderstood. I have been hanging out in Baihua Building for a long time. I have solved the problems for many guests. I have never thought of doing something against nature for money. This is obvious to all the regular customers in Baihua Building." The long-bearded middle-aged man said.
The man did not sit down, but still looked humble yet reserved and contradictory.
“Fortune-telling is an act against heaven?”
"Fortune-telling is revealing the secrets of heaven, and you will be punished."
"Well, let's make a bet between the two of us. I'll sit here and won't say anything. If you can figure out my fate, I'll reward you heavily."
"Pindao said, it's not about money!" The middle-aged man said with an angry look on his face.
"Haha, okay, then you should calculate your own fortune first. What will be the consequences if you don't tell me your fortune?" Zhao Yuan laughed and stood up.
"Donor, why are you going too far to bully others?" The middle-aged man was shocked when he saw Zhao Yuan standing up.
"You came to me, and then you talked a lot, pretending to be mysterious, and made me curious about my fate. Now, I am curious, but you want to leave.
After all, who is bullying someone too much?!" Zhao Yuan stared at the middle-aged man with dagger-like eyes.
"Okay." When Zhao Yuan saw through his thoughts, the middle-aged man suddenly looked depressed and muttered, while his ten slender fingers kept making some complicated gestures.
"Ah..." The middle-aged man suddenly backed away, knocking over a bonsai, and then sat down on the ground, looking at Zhao Yuan with endless fear in his eyes.
"Say." A smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth.
"You...you...you...who are you?" the middle-aged man asked, trembling.
"I am who I am." Zhao Yuan found that many people noticed the middle-aged man who fell on the ground. In order to avoid attracting other people's attention, he sat down slowly.
The middle-aged man with a long beard seemed to realize that something was wrong, and quickly stood up and arranged his clothes, pretending to be fine. However, if you look closely, you will find that there is still a look of fear in his eyes.
"Sir, I have no enmity with you, please don't hurt me." The middle-aged man with a long beard restrained his inner fear and walked to Zhao Yuan respectfully.
"Are you sure I will kill you if you don't answer me?" Zhao Yuan was stunned. He only wanted to scare this swindling fortune teller, but he had never thought about killing anyone.
"No." The middle-aged man shook his head, "You won't kill me, but my luck today is that I have a relationship with the young master."
"Haha, this is unheard of." Zhao Yuan saw that there were people around him who noticed them, and motioned to the middle-aged man to sit down.
"The life and death of a poor man depends on the young master's thoughts." The middle-aged man touched his long beard and sat down slowly, but he was restless and his eyes kept looking around, as if he wanted to discover something.