Chapter 162: A house full of descendants, all with the surname Wang? (Please urge for more updates)

The second fight is over.

Jiang Kangan walked up to the altar and announced that Tan Luan won.

But no one dared to laugh except the ignorant people.

If you smile at this time, you may be demoted and stripped of your title tomorrow because your left foot entered the Golden Throne Hall first!

Seeing that the atmosphere was so depressing, Jiang Kangan had to move forward quickly.

The third item of the fight began in full swing - fortune telling.

This third item is quite special.

Two people are randomly selected from the onlookers.

Then two masters will fortune tell the two people's life experiences and some unknown secrets of the past.

Because of Yu Cha's onlookers.

The onlookers were trembling with fear and dared not step forward.

Jiang Kangan asked several times, but no one answered.

Tan Luan was so anxious that he couldn't help but sweat.

What happened!

Where did the second prince go?

Where are the people he arranged!

Seeing that his inquiries were fruitless, Jiang Kangan could only randomly select.

In the end, he chose a strong man and an old man.

The two of them bowed to the emperor and ascended the altar one after another.

The first person to be occupied was the old man, and Tan Luan took the test.

Although Tan Luan was nervous, his mind was blank.

But after years of wandering in the world, he still had this psychological quality.

He pretended to let the old man say a word.

Made up on the spot.

The old man hesitated again and again, and said the word "home".

Tan Luan tilted his head and looked at it thoughtfully for a long time, and couldn't help but sighed.

Looking at the old man's wrinkled face, he sat up straight and began to analyze.

"The old man is over fifty now."

He said, glancing at the old man.

The old man nodded in agreement.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled in his heart.

[Even a five-year-old child can see this.]

The emperor nodded in approval.

Tan Luan continued:

"The old man chose the word 'home', which shows that home is very important to him. He loves his wife and children very much..."

The old man was silent and did not comment.

Tan Luan could only continue to guess:

"The word 'home' can be divided into two words: 'treasure' and 'pig'. Needless to say, the word 'treasure' means gold and silver. I guess the old man must have no worries about food and clothing."

The old man continued to be silent.

Tan Luan was a little panicked.

He started to talk nonsense:

"'豕' also means '豚', and 豚 means many children and good fortune. Therefore, the old man's family must be full of children and grandchildren, and the population must be prosperous..."

But Jiang Zhiyu laughed softly when he heard it.

[What? You can't talk nonsense even if you don't know. You are talking nonsense! ]

The emperor couldn't help but be curious when he heard it.

How did Zhiyu know that Tanluan was wrong?

After all, it is normal for an old man of this age to have children and grandchildren around his knees.

Could it be that he saw it from the old man's expression?

Jiang Zhiyu seemed to know that the emperor was curious and continued to analyze.

[Look at this old man's sallow complexion, you know that he has a bad liver; look at his cracked fingers and palms, you know that he works hard every day...]

[If his children are filial, they will definitely treat his illness; if his family is wealthy, he naturally doesn't have to work hard! 】

【I think Tanluan said so because she saw that the fabric of the old man's clothes was not bad...】

【He didn't know that for ordinary people... it is such an honor to see the royal family in person in their lifetime, and they will definitely wear the best clothes in their lives! 】

The emperor couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

Tanluan couldn't make up stories on the stage, so he quickly finished the fortune telling and replaced Zhuanghan and Wujing on the stage.

Jiang Zhiyu asked the emperor for leave and ran to a quiet place to communicate with Wujing.

She had just carefully observed the strong man. She

saw that although he had developed muscles, there was only a bandage on the palm of his hand, and his nails and ten fingers were all clean and smooth.

This shows that he is a martial artist;

but his lower body is clearly stable and his legs are uninjured, but his steps are shaky!

This shows...

On the altar, Wujing and Zhuanghan sat opposite each other.

Wujing did not ask him to write something fancy like Tanluan did. He

just looked him up and down. Only

when he looked at him until he felt scared, did he slowly speak.

"You are young and strong, you really shouldn't waste your martial arts and embark on this road of no return."

His tone was neither fast nor slow, and his voice was neither high nor low.

But it was just right for everyone in the audience to hear it clearly.

The people were talking about it;

the emperor was also curious.

What kind of road of no return did this Zhuanghan take?

Everyone in the audience was quietly questioning Wujing's ability.

But only the strong man on the field stood there in a daze.

His cheeks were covered with a strange blush...

Seeing this, Wu Jing said no more. He

just silently wrote a line of words on the paper.

The strong man looked at the words on the paper in shock, suddenly grabbed it shyly, and ran down the altar crying...

The onlookers, the civil and military officials, and even the emperor were very curious about what Wu Jing wrote!

It can make a seven-foot-tall man burst into tears on the spot!

The occupation was over, and the guards sent by Jiang Kang'an to investigate had also returned.

"Reporting to the emperor, the old man that Master Tanluan was occupying was actually a widower in the suburbs. He did have a family in his early years, but his wife had eloped with Wang Shuanzi next door for many years..."

Everyone sighed when they heard it, and Tanluan was also shocked and said:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There must be something hidden!"

The emperor saw that he was still trying to cheat, so he shouted in a serious voice, intimidating without anger:

"Tanluan, are you questioning the Royal Guards?"

When Tanluan saw the emperor shouting, his legs and feet immediately softened and he knelt on the ground.

"I dare not..."

Although the outcome was clear, he still tried to make excuses for himself:

"It's just that I am good at handling things! Although the old man is in trouble now, he will be successful in the future, and will... will have many descendants, Your Majesty!"

Jiang Zhiyu sat behind the emperor and couldn't help thinking.

[Pah! At such an old age, his kidney function has failed! How can he have many descendants? Many descendants, all with the surname Wang?]

Emperor:...

Too lazy to listen to Tan Luan's chatter, the emperor raised his hands.

"In that case, then we will take Tan Luan into custody first. When the old man has children and grandchildren, I will ask Chu Ji to personally ask someone to come out."

Upon hearing this, Tan Luan's pupils shrank, and he cried out unwillingly:

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please think twice..."

In the end, he was dragged away by Yu Linjun.

The people were silent, but they were really curious about what Master Wu Jing wrote on the note.

No one was willing to leave.

The guard who investigated Zhuang Han reported:

"Your Majesty, although the man has practiced martial arts since he was a child, now..."

He hesitated and hesitated, not daring to tell the truth to pollute the emperor's ears.

But this way, the emperor will be more curious, okay?

"Just say it!"

With the emperor's guarantee, the guard spoke boldly.

"Yes! That man is now living in Qingfeng Pavilion..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard it.

The women and children who were watching covered their faces shyly.

No one could imagine that such a strong man would be a male prostitute in Qingfeng Pavilion...

The emperor coughed twice in embarrassment and turned to ask Wujing.

"I don't know what the master wrote on the paper that made him cover his face and cry?"