707 Fortune-telling (4)
“Why did you… Eh, it’s actually hung on it?” Luo Tan shouted in surprise.
Luo Xueyan was also extremely surprised. Generally speaking, the more red strings there were, the higher the chance of the pouch being thrown onto the branch. Without the red string, the pouch wouldn’t be able to hang on the branch no matter what. Unexpectedly, Shen Miao threw it casually and it actually hung on the branch.
“Cousin, you’re too lucky!” Luo Tan grabbed Shen Miao’s arm and said excitedly, “Look, look, that tree branch is almost on the top. It means that the person you’re going to marry must be the best among the men. The pouch is very steady, which means that this marriage is almost guaranteed. It’s a very good sign!”
Everyone liked to hear blessings. Luo Xueyan smiled and said, “Jiaojiao, you did it well. I was afraid you’d miss it.”
“But there are many twigs extending out of that branch.” Luo Tan rubbed her chin and explained seriously, “What does this mean? This means that my little cousin has many men liking her. Aunt, this is a good thing!” Luo Tan said with a smile.
Shen Miao retorted, “Nonsense.”
The day passed especially quickly. Later, Luo Tan also hung her pouch on the three, and they went to offer incense to the Buddha. They donated some money and ate vegetarian food in the temple before returning. When they returned home, it was already evening. Everyone was tired from the day and went to rest early.
Shen Miao kept thinking about what the Daoist priest said during the day.
Who could her benefactor be? In other words, who prayed for her rebirth?
Before she died in her previous life, almost all of her family members were gone. Shen Miao thought that even after she died, there would probably be no one to collect her corpse. Who would be so close to her to pray for her to live again?
She did not expect such a person to exist.
Shen Miao suddenly thought of something and called out, “Cong Yang.”
A man in black suddenly appeared in the room.
Shen Miao held her forehead. She was startled every time Cong Yang appeared out of thin air. She said, “Don’t tell Xie Jingxing what the Daoist told me today.” She added, “If you tell Xie Jingxing, I’ll say that you molested me.”
Cong Yang was speechless.
“Remember,” Shen Miao threatened.
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Every day, there were countless people in the capital who were worried about trivial matters. The girls were worried about marriage, the young men were worried about careers, and the old were worried about death.
Some people were scheming for small profits, some were betting on wealth, and some were after fame.
In the Ming Qi Royal Family, as Emperor Wen Hui’s health deteriorated day by day, the princes became more and more restless. Prince Zhou’s faction and Prince Li’s faction were eager to make a big move. They thought that their ninth brother was obedient and indifferent to power, but in the end, he turned out to be the most ambitious. At the end of the day, the crown prince became the weakest.
