LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 90
Then, Song Zhen gave Di Renjie his and Li Mengting's birth dates and horoscopes.
[Xin Si Wu Xu, Gui Hai Guichou] (August 28, 2001)
[Ren Wu Jia Chen, Bing Yin Ji Wei. ] (April 28, 2002)
However, after Di Renjie had read the horoscope, he could not help but frown.
"Why? I can't see the fate of these two people?"
This made him very confused. He thought that the year of Xin Si was still in the late Sui Dynasty. Song Zhen took out these two birth dates and horoscopes, which must be the most important people to him.
"Could it be Shouzheng's father and mother who have been separated for many years?"
He asked curiously: "Shouzheng, whose birth date is this?"
Uh... Song Zhen laughed and said on the pretext that he just wanted to test you, it's okay.
Di Renjie narrowed his eyes and looked at him, muttering in his heart: "There is something strange, there is definitely a problem."
Song Zhen's secretive attitude made him a little uncomfortable.
"It seems that Shouzheng is definitely hiding something from me." Yes, that's right, he must be homesick.
Di Renjie put away his tools. Before he knew it, it was almost noon and time to eat.
He couldn't help but feel annoyed. It seemed that he did nothing this morning, just busy with fortune-telling.
No, I can't do this anymore.
Di Renjie thought that this case was a little special, and he had no choice but to use the "Book of Changes" to tell fortunes.
However, it's not always possible.
It is said that the end of science is metaphysics. Di Renjie suddenly realized the seriousness of this problem.
Once you develop the habit of telling fortunes before doing anything, you will be misled by the subjective consciousness of the hexagram in your future behavior.
The key to investigating a case is to seek truth from facts and speak around evidence, and never rely on metaphysics.
After a while, he resolutely threw the copper coin into the well.
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Luoyang, Cui family——
Cui Mengzhu is in pain! During this time, her cheap father arranged 20 to 30 maids to surround her room day and night.
Not because he was afraid that she would run away, but because he was afraid that she would have an accident in the middle of the night and miss the rescue time. He was really worried that she would die suddenly at any time.
But the problem is, where is she sick? She is pretending to be sick!
If she continues to be locked up like this, she will get sick even if she is not sick.
She dared not pretend, because she heard that someone from the Fanyang Lu family came to propose marriage with a betrothal gift recently.
Of course, the target of the marriage proposal is definitely not her. Who would like a sickly girl like her who could die at any time? The target of the marriage proposal is her sister, Cui Mengting, who just turned 15 years old.
Cui Mengzhu knows the ancient customs, and her sense of crisis is getting stronger.
At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, and Cui Mengzhu quickly put on her makeup to make herself look more haggard.
"Dad?"
Cui Qiuhua smiled and handed a letter to her.
"This is the letter that Minister Yan sent you some time ago."
It is said that after Yan Liben left Bianzhou, he returned to Chang'an and did not pass through Luoyang on the way.
After he returned, he began to work hard on the painting "Portraits of Emperors of All Dynasties".
Then suddenly one day, he scratched his head and remembered that there seemed to be something he had not done. He found the letter from Song Zhen asking him to help deliver it to his students in a pile of drawings.
To be honest, he really can't blame him. Once people get busy, they will always miss some things.
"Thank you, Dad." After Cui Mengzhu received the letter, he ordered him to leave.
Cui Qiuhua was hesitant to speak. He originally wanted to care about his daughter's health, but seeing that she was not interested, he had to give up.
Alas, sick people are in a low mood, understand.
Closing the door with a snap, Cui Mengzhu jumped onto the bed, frowning slightly, she was wondering, what did the teacher want her to do?
Could it be that he asked her to go to Chang'an to help paint?
No, the political center of the Tang Dynasty has now moved to Luoyang.
This means that Yan Liben has arrived in Luoyang.
When Cui Mengzhu opened the envelope, a red letter fell out of it.
The next moment, she picked it up curiously and took a look.
Then.
Her hands couldn't stop shaking.
Unconsciously, two lines of clear water were left on her delicate and pale face.
It's him! He's here too! He's here as expected!
Song Zhen's handwriting is very distinctive, he likes to slant to the left, in the past, she often laughed at him for leaning to the left everywhere.
When she met the person she had been dreaming about, in another time and space, he actually wrote to her, Li Mengting felt as if she was in another world.
No, it was indeed in another world, they died in the previous life, and then reunited in the Tang Dynasty.
Cui Mengzhu was so excited that her makeup was smudged, she wiped the corners of her eyes randomly, sniffed her nose, grabbed the brush and wrote on the back: "Hu Hao looks at the quadrant."
She held the letter tightly to her chest and jumped twice happily on the spot.She suddenly frowned: "No, the ancient vehicles were slow, and it would take a long time for the letter to be delivered to Bianzhou?"
"I want to go to him in person! Give him a big surprise!"
But the figure walking outside the window made her fall into silence. The biggest problem now is how to get rid of the control of the family.
Moreover, the public security in ancient times was not as good as that in modern times. There were bandits everywhere. She was a weak woman who traveled a long distance without anyone to protect her. It was no different from delivering food.
Cui Mengzhu's big eyes rolled around, and she was thinking about countermeasures.
That's right! Go to the teacher for help! He loves me so much, he will definitely agree.
Cui Mengzhu quickly put on makeup and then pushed the door out.
"I want to go to Yan's house."
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On the other side, Bingzhou.
Jinyang Wang's acted quickly and prepared an academy within two weeks.
Wang Muzhi's eighth brother, Wang Yizhi, stood at the gate of the government office waiting for Song Zhen to get off work.
Seeing him coming out, he immediately stepped forward and introduced himself enthusiastically: "Song Shouzheng, hello. I am Wang Muzhi's eighth brother. You can just call me Yizhi, or call me the eighth brother."
Muzhi, Yizhi, in fact, are their characters, not their given names.
Song Zhen looked at him puzzledly: "What's wrong? Yizhi, is there something wrong?" He couldn't call the eighth brother.
Wang Yizhi bowed first and replied very politely: "It's like this, my father asked me to come to you, I want you to go to the Wang Family Academy and give me some valuable suggestions."
Song Zhen said with regret: "What a pity, I have an appointment tonight."
"Ah this..."
"I have made an appointment with friends from the Fanyang Lu family and the Qinghe Cui family to go to Huichunfang to watch a performance together."
Song Zhen asked sincerely: "Yizhi, are you interested in joining us?"
Wang Yizhi's face showed a struggle. Of course he was interested, but now the whole family is busy with the affairs of the academy, and he ended up going to a brothel. How embarrassed.
Don't you have to eat a bamboo board of grass meat when you go home?
Song Zhen put his arm around his shoulders and whispered, "Don't worry, we won't betray you."
"There is no traitor, we are one family."
"Think about it, isn't it fun to drink with good friends? Isn't it elegant to enjoy the beautiful woman playing and singing?"
Wang Yizhi's will gradually loosened: "But..."
"Hey, have you forgotten what Mr. Wu Liu said? It's not a pity to get your clothes dirty, but it's enough to make your wishes come true. People should follow their hearts. I see the desire in your eyes."
Song Zhen saw that he was still hesitating, he smiled slightly, patted Wang Yizhi's shoulder heavily, and encouraged him.
No other meaning, mainly to make a friend.
The fastest way to improve friendship between men, do you still need to ask?
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