Lan Tingche felt that Aunt Cen was very different now. She was walking among flowers, surrounded by sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, but the older women from Fengyuelou were not afraid of her.
Previously, when my aunt walked on the palace road, she placed her hands on her lower abdomen and cleared the way for my mother. Her domineering manner made no palace maid dare to look up at her.
Now, these older women still occasionally go over to her side and rub against her, sometimes handing her things.
She seems to be...
He looks somewhat like his mother.
"What are you looking at, Brother Tingche?"
Huo Xiaolong was eating from a large bowl. She hadn't eaten properly last night and was starving. Luckily, the wheelchair that Lu Wangji had been sitting in was being reused, and the little boy was now sitting in it, lost in thought.
"It's nothing, I just feel that my aunt is different."
He still refused to speak to others, only saying a few words to Cen Ang and Hua Luan, and responding to every word Huo Xiaolong spoke.
"Of course, people change!"
People change, and so does she. She believes the young man beside her will change too, after all, the brothel is really nice.
"In the land of Great Yan, under the Purple Star, heaven and earth rejoice together, and all things are at peace."
Grandpa Huo Panlijian, with his white beard, sat alone in his room, a pot of turbid wine and a plate of peanuts in front of him, singing in a low, incoherent way. The little girl couldn't understand what he was singing; sometimes, you really can't understand opera singing.
"Grandpa, I've told you not to drink all the time. Why do you buy alcohol with every penny you have? Don't you know how old you are?" The little girl ran in, took away his wine jug, and said.
"Okay, okay."
The white-bearded old man looked at the busy young girl in front of him, and stood up, straightened his collar, and prepared to go to the brothel.
He knew that Chen Yunsong had sent someone to look for him, so he hadn't gone out much these past few days.
Ye Zheng noticed the white-bearded old man the moment he stepped through the back door. The old man opened his mouth and said...
"Come here, little girl."
"Senior," the young woman bowed and greeted.
"Did someone send you to come find me?"
"yes."
"Hold out your hand, let me show you."
He was a fortune teller, and the young girl had traveled a long way to see him, so he gave her a reading.
"Stay here and enjoy your good fortune." The old man stroked his white beard a couple of times, then asked Huo Xiaolong for paper and pen, and wrote four large characters on it.
"The dragon and the phoenix bring good fortune."
The Great Yan Dynasty is destined to produce an empress, and this Fengyue Tower is her guiding light, a place of destiny for all women in the land. Why did Huo Xiaolong go to catch river shrimp that day?
It was the old man who sent those children to tell Hou Xiangxiang that time had passed and the world had changed.
The Yuwen family's reign on the throne has come to an end.
"Ye Zheng is a bad name, it costs one qian of silver! I'll give you another one!"
The young woman looked at the eccentric old man before her and felt embarrassed to refuse, after all, he was someone the imperial court was looking for. She took out some silver from her purse and gave it to him.
"Then I'll have to trouble you."
"Will you be working at the brothel from now on?" the old man asked.
"Um."
"There's too much wood in your destiny, so the character 'leaf' isn't good. Let's name her Mingzheng. The young lady's love life is already blossoming, and she'll surely have a harmonious and happy life from now on."
Ye Zheng stood in front of the old man and bowed to him.
"Thank you for bestowing this name upon me, sir."
"Burp." The white-bearded old man waved his hand and let out a burp.
"No need for all that formalities, just mail this letter to me."
"yes."
The old man stood up to leave, but the young woman suddenly raised her leg to stop him, and said cautiously...
"Could you please give me another name?"
"to whom?"
The young woman blushed and remained silent, but the old man understood. He chuckled a few times and said...
"Your name is Mingzheng, and his name is Andou. Both of them are orphans, and it is a match made in heaven for you. Don't worry."
Thank you!
Ye Zheng was truly grateful, so she took out a few more silver ingots from her pocket to give to him, but the old man refused them and only took one from her hand. Today's harvest was good, so she could buy some meat to nourish the children, and it was a good day off.
He believes in fate, in destiny, but he believes even more in people.
If it weren't for those children in the dilapidated temple, he would have been dead long ago. He thought he would stay on that high platform in the astrology hall for the rest of his life, but he never expected this.
"Grandpa! You went out to tell fortunes again? I already told you I'd take care of you from now on. It's so hot outside, what are you doing out there? What if you get heatstroke? Just stay home."
Huo Panlijian was like a parent, worrying about everything and everyone in the family. The old man smiled, patted her head, and said...
"Grandpa has met a big customer today. Look, I'll cook meat for you all tonight."
The little girl held his hand and said...
“We don’t have to eat, but you have to live a long life. If your divination is accurate, I will definitely be very powerful in the future. What will you not be able to eat then? You have to wait for me.”
"Alright, wait! Wait for the day when our sword becomes truly powerful."
The high platform in the astrological hall has been dismantled, and now only the white-bearded old man from the red-light district remains. He must watch these children grow up, and he must see them shine brightly in Dayan.
Fame and fortune are nothing more than fleeting things; some people pursue them their whole lives, while others remain indifferent to them.
Life is a book of farewells. There are always people who come and go in our lives. Sometimes people keep hoping that time can pass more slowly, because there are still elders who have not lived a good life, and there are still many things they want to do but have not yet accomplished.
Everything has its order and priorities, and nothing is more important than life. May we be able to accompany those who need us in our limited time.
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