Chapter 37 Teacher
"The capital city really gathers the spiritual energy of the world. Any young lady I meet can be so beautiful." A scholar sighed, and the voice of the donkey-riding girl could not be shaken off his mind.
"Brother Chen, what are you thinking about? Even in the capital, it's rare to see such a beauty." The person who said this was undoubtedly from the capital.
Someone else couldn't help but say, "I wonder what kind of jade that young lady is. She is really kind-hearted."
He was almost hit by a falling flowerpot, but not only did he not care, he also gave the flowers he was wearing to the girl, which shows that he has a gentle nature.
This statement attracted a lot of agreement.
The beauty gave flowers, and the person was more beautiful than the flowers. When they looked at such a beautiful scene, they wanted to recite a poem.
A well-dressed scholar flung open his folding fan and said, "You are wrong. That young lady is not a girl from a humble family. She must be a lady from a wealthy family."
"How did you know that, Brother Han?" everyone asked curiously.
The scholar waved his folding fan and smiled slightly: "Dressing is secondary. The girl's temperament is not something that can be cultivated by a small family."
"rational."
No matter how calm and upright a young man is, his heart will probably be agitated if he suddenly comes into contact with a girl of unparalleled beauty.
This has nothing to do with character, but with youth.
During the conversation, someone noticed the difference.
"Brother Wen, why haven't you spoken?"
The young man surnamed Han also smiled and looked at the handsome boy: "Yang Huiyuan is also very quiet."
It turned out that the handsome young man was the first place in this examination, Yang Zhe.
These young men dressed as scholars are all newly-appointed scholars, and are now the most prominent group of people in the capital.
Yang Zhe smiled and said, "It was just a chance encounter with that girl. There's nothing much to say."
The young man surnamed Han patted his neighbor and said, "Brother Wen, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"
Someone joked, "I don't think Brother Wen is feeling unwell, but he's still thinking about that young lady—"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
The room fell silent, and everyone looked at their classmates in surprise at their intense reaction.
We are all familiar with each other and there are no outsiders, so these jokes are not excessive.
Wen Feng blushed and said awkwardly, "I'm not used to jokes like this..."
He naturally couldn't stand hearing people teasing him and his cousin.
He didn't expect that his cousin had really drawn a clear line with the Wen family and had just completely ignored him.
If he explained that she was his cousin, everyone would understand, but it was not appropriate to let so many men know her identity.
Being able to play together means that they have a good relationship, and the friendship between people in the same field often accompanies many people's careers. Seeing Wen Feng like this, someone immediately tried to smooth things over and changed the subject.
After everyone finished their tea and dispersed, Huiyuan Lang Yang Zhe walked beside Wen Feng and whispered, "Brother Wen, do you know that girl?"
Wen Feng's eyes tightened, and Yang Zhe was already walking forward with a smile.
Lin Hao didn't know that she had become the topic of conversation among a group of new scholars, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care.
She rode her donkey, stopping and starting, looking relaxed and at ease, but in fact, she became more and more nervous as she got closer to her destination.
Has the person she wants to meet arrived in the capital at this time?
The person Lin Hao wants to see is her savior in her previous life, the teacher in her heart.
She realized her father's plan to escape the Wen family, and fled south from the capital on Lin Xiaohua's back. They encountered robbers. Due to the effects of the drug, she had little strength, and her desperate resistance was futile. It was then that Lin Xiaohua died at the hands of the robbers.
To this day, she still remembers the despair and anger she felt at that time.
Is it so difficult to escape misfortune? Why does God let her be blessed by misfortune again and again?
That's when the teacher appeared.
He saved her from a desperate situation and took her to a place where she was only allowed to enter but not leave.
She stayed there for three years until her teacher died tragically, then she fled back to the capital.
As if noticing his master's absent-mindedness, Lin Xiaohua turned his head and shook his ears.
Lin Hao rubbed Lin Xiaohua's head and looked forward.
There is a curved bridge ahead. If it is true as the teacher said that he came to Beijing in the early summer of the eighth year of Tai'an, then he should be setting up a fortune-telling stall on the other side of the bridge now.
The bridge is near.
Lin Hao turned over and got down, holding Lin Xiaohua's hand and walking up the bridge.
The coming and going of people on the bridge blocked the view.
Lin Hao walked towards the other side of the bridge step by step.
There are some vendors at the bridge head, some blowing candy figures, some selling cold noodles and steamed cakes, some doing pedicures and cleaning ears... There are all kinds of stalls, and it is very lively.
Amidst this bustle, a thin, white-haired old man with his eyes slightly closed, his expression composed and composed, possessing a certain air of immortality. Beside him stood a sign with the simple inscription "Divine Calculator" in large letters.
Lin Hao's eyes were filled with tears and he suppressed them.
The teacher is really here!
In fact, calling the other person teacher was just Lin Hao's wishful thinking.
The old man never said he would take her as his disciple.
The place where she was taken was the hiding place of Emperor Pingle who disappeared in the chaos nine years ago. The old man was the imperial teacher Mingxin Zhenren who was highly regarded by Emperor Pingle.
Such a place would not allow outsiders to set foot in. The reason she was able to enter was partly due to the teacher's kindness, but the biggest reason was that she could not speak.
Her misfortune turned out to be her fortune at that time.
Because she couldn't speak, people there were less wary of her, and the teachers would teach her some things. At first, it was only occasional, but later it became more frequent.
In Lin Hao's opinion, although they were not master and disciple, the old man was her true teacher.
Lin Hao stayed there for a long time, attracting the attention of the vendors.
"Little girl, do you want to buy a candy figure?" the candy figure seller asked with a smile.
The old man opened his eyes and looked towards Lin Hao.
Those eyes were bright and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
Lin Hao was not afraid.
Having been a mute who could see into people's hearts for so many years, what she is best at is concealing her thoughts.
"I don't buy sugar figures." Lin Haoying replied with a smile and looked at the old man, "I tell fortunes."
As she spoke, she approached the old man and sat down on the stool in front of his stall.
Master Mingxin looked at Lin Hao carefully, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
"Sir, are you fortune-telling or face-reading?"
“Not really.”
"What?"
Ming Xin Zhenren waved his hand impatiently: "What's the point of calculating for a little girl? Go quickly and don't delay my business."
Lin Hao was stunned.
She wanted to approach the teacher naturally, but she didn't expect the teacher to act completely unconventionally.
How can a fortune teller not tell fortunes?
So unprofessional.
"Sir, please calculate for me. I'm in a real pickle and would like to ask you for guidance."
Afraid that Master Mingxin would not give in, the girl said pitifully, "I rode my donkey around for a long time and finally found a fortune teller."
Mingxin Zhenren stroked his beard, unmoved: "Little girl, you must not go out often. In fact, there are fortune tellers everywhere. Look over there."
Lin Hao looked in the direction pointed by Master Mingxin, and saw a fortune-telling stall not far under the bridge. The stall had many more items than Master Mingxin's.
Lin Hao fell silent.
Why is there still vicious competition?
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