Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yun Si was not interested in fortune telling, but she saw the words on the standing hexagram cloth.

Count...marriage...fate...

She raised her eyebrows and glanced at the man next to her.

The man was silent, just lowered his eyes, and held her hand quietly.

His eyes were still gentle.

She groaned, "Okay, forget it."

If she could really calculate it, she would really like to know about his and her future marriage.

Yun Si pulled him to the fortune teller's stall.

There was a stool and she sat down.

The god who was always by her side put his long, snow-white hands gently on her shoulders.

The noble face is particularly soft under the illumination of the temple lanterns.

With his eyes downcast, he was not as cold and distant as in the temple.

The fortune teller cupped his hands and bowed slightly.

After bowing, he sat down.

He smiled and looked at Yun Si with kind eyes.

"Girl, what do you want to do?"

"Marriage." She said bluntly.

The fortune teller fiddled with the copper coins on the table, "Marriage... let me see."

"Please give me your hand, girl."

He seemed to want to read her palm.

Yun Si spread her hands.

He looked at it carefully for a while, muttering something in his mouth and counting with his fingers.

It's quite stylish, so you can't go wrong with it.

The man wearing a warm and thick velvet white and red cloak held his chin and looked at his divination diagram casually.

He was fussy and calculated for a long time.

With his eyes closed, he seemed to be getting more and more absorbed in thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, the red rope between Yun Si's ankles lit up slightly, silently.

The cold and snow-white god stood behind her, gently touching her ears and remaining silent.

The stunning eyebrows are extremely bland.

Soon, the fortune teller opened his eyes.

Looking at the eight-character diagram, he frowned.

"Girl, your marriage..."

"how?"

She was intrigued by his expression.

The fortune teller stroked his beard, nodded, and shook his head.

With a deep expression on his face, he took back the copper coins.

"Your marriage has been decided. In everything... you just need to follow your heart."

"..." She blinked, "It's decided? Who decided it? Yue Lao?"

The fortune teller chuckled and said, "Girl, your marriage... I'm afraid Yue Lao can't decide."

"Who decided that?"

"This..." He made a silent gesture, signaling to heaven, "Destiny."

"..." Saying it means not saying it.

She felt a little bored.

"Since it is God who has determined my marriage, then tell me... who is my marriage?"

She yawned, nonchalantly.

She didn't really believe what he said, obviously she just wanted to see what kind of flowers he could tell.

The fortune teller, who was pretending to be mysterious, shook his head.

"Girl, as I said before, in everything...just follow your heart."

"Your destined person has a noble status and is the most dazzling existence."

"You can spot it with just a casual glance."

"..." She squinted at him.

After a long silence, she asked abruptly: "Did you fortune tellers all learn their fortune-telling skills from the same master?"

The last person who told her fortune also said that she would marry an extremely noble man.

The words spoken twice before and after were exactly the same, word for word.

If she really believed it...

That's a fool.

She clicked her fingertips and stood up.

"Forget it, let's forget it."

It’s all those nice words to deceive people that come and go, which is really boring.