Xie Fu smiled and said, "Just use your skills in bed."
Hearing this, Gu Xianting blurted out: "Silver thief..."
She was still a young girl, so she couldn't stand hearing her straightforward and hot words. If she hadn't been carried by Xie Fu, she would have really been shy and ran away.
"Hey, didn't you agree not to scold me?"
"I didn't call you a slut."
Xie Fu smiled bitterly: "It's not the same."
Unconsciously, they arrived at the gate of Yangzhou City. Gu Xianting suddenly calmed down, hooked his hands around Xie Fu's neck, put his face pillow on his shoulder, and said softly: "Walk slower."
"Um."
The street was bustling with people, and many passers-by couldn't help but stop and look at this strange man and woman.
Unlike the beggar, the woman is wearing a wedding dress but her hair is disheveled, while the man is covered in blood.
And the two of them walked their own way, as if there was no one else around.
Gu Xianting's voice rang in Xie Fu's ears: "I have been unable to find you. I often have nightmares. I dream that you are hungry, have no food to eat, are frozen and have no clothes to wear. I can't sit still and wait for death, so, I I traveled all over the world to look for you, walked many, many miles, and visited many, many places..."
Xie Fu was extremely moved in his heart. He never expected that Gu Xianting would be so affectionate. We had only seen that side in Wuxi. How could he have imagined it?
"Xianting, I don't know, I really don't know."
Gu Xianting smiled calmly: "Now you know."
Xie Fu was so passionate that he sat Gu Xianting on a fortune-telling table and looked at Gu Xianting with passionate eyes.
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The bamboo tube on the table fell to the floor, and the lottery tickets were scattered all over the floor.
The fortune teller was anxious: "What are you doing?"
Gu Xianting looked at Fu Xie, pulled a piece of gold phoenix and silver goose embroidery from her wedding dress, and handed it to the fortune teller: "Help me calculate it."
When the fortune teller saw the piece of embroidered gold, his eyes immediately lit up, he took it and asked, "Miss, who do you think you are?"
"Calculating marriage, calculate when I will get married."
The fortune teller looked at Gu Xianting's gorgeous but stained red wedding dress, with disheveled hair on her face and a weird expression. You look like this, so you are getting married today.
Looking at Xie Fu, his whole body was covered in blood, as if he had been killed in a bloody battle.
This scene makes people involuntarily think of bride snatching.
Um...Looking at the two people's eyes again, it's like lotus roots are stuck together.
"Sir, have you figured it out?"
"Forehead……"
Seeing that the fortune teller had not responded for a long time, Xie Fu said with a smile: "Why don't I do the fortune telling."
The fortune teller said angrily: "If you want to smash my sign, there is no way. I, Zhou Bizhun, have learned King Wen's sixty-four hexagrams since I was a child, and I have never made a mistake."
With a snap, Xie Fu put the sword on the table, "My calculation was wrong, I want your head!"
The fortune teller was really frightened, and said weakly: "I haven't finished speaking, and I occasionally make mistakes in my calculations. It's because the secret cannot be leaked."
Xie Fu turned to the fortune teller and smiled: "Help me calculate too."
The fortune teller stretched out his hand.
Xie Fu often hangs out in the market and knows that fortune tellers are not greedy, but must receive rewards for telling people's fortunes. He must make it clear to the sky that he wants to live a low life, otherwise his life will be shortened.
He took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it over. Today is a special day. Xie Fu dressed up.
When the fortune teller saw the jade pendant, his eyes were as protruding as bull's eyes, and he got mad. It means wealth can be found in danger.
When he lowered his head, he saw that there was another lottery ticket in the bamboo tube. It was the approval letter for wealth and wealth.
He blurted out: "Wealth and wealth are found in danger."
Xie Fu also worked as a fortune teller and made a living. Who wouldn't be able to make people guess like this.
"Who asked you to calculate this? Calculate whether I love her or not."
On the street, there were still people watching, and Gu Xianting suddenly couldn't bear it.
Yangzhou is a prosperous place, not a place with closed-off folk customs and traditional traditions. Someone immediately laughed: "Is this really worth it? I must love it."
When a woman saw Xie Fu covered in blood, she said, "I love you enough to risk my life."
Xie Fu looked at Gu Xianting, did you hear?
Gu Xianting blinked, what are you doing.
The fortune teller shouted: "What are you doing! What are you doing! You want to smash my Zhou Bizhun sign, don't you?"
Someone laughed and said: "Zhou Bizhun, do you think you don't love me?"
Gu Xianting's very sensitive brows furrowed slightly, probably because Xie Fu's image of a "good guy" was deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Seeing her appearance, Fu Xie was a little nervous, and glared at Zhou Bizhun, and let out a deep hum.
Zhou Bizhun felt the threat from Xie Fu and hurriedly gave Xie Fu a reassuring expression. He pretended to be unpredictable in front of others, looking at the sky and the earth, looking at men and women:
"Autumn has arrived in the mountains and rivers, the sun is rising in the world, the wind is gentle and gentle, and the fireworks are monuments. My whole body is bathed in blood, and my heart is as white as snow."
"Miss, he loves you like the gentle autumn wind at this moment, the hot blood bathing in your body and the coming white snow."
Xie Fu was so happy that he never expected that the fortune teller's words of love would be so touching. He smiled and blurted out: "It's accurate!"
The fortune teller said proudly: "Of course it's accurate. I, Zhou Bizhun, have never made a mistake in my calculations."
A woman immediately said loudly: "It's not like I missed it. Last time you said that I..."
Before she could finish her words, the woman's mouth was immediately covered by a friend next to her, indicating with her eyes whether Zhou Bi was sure or not.
The woman understood immediately.
It is almost everyone's good expectation that lovers will eventually fall in love.
At this moment, Xie Fu, who is bathed in blood, and Gu Xianting, who is wearing a wedding dress but with disheveled hair, make people feel that the relationship between these two lovers is not easy.
Gu Xianting also smiled and said to the fortune teller: "Sir, what does this mean?"
Gu Xianting is a talented woman, how could a talented woman not understand this, but she is asking Xie Fu, asking Xie Fu to speak in person.
"Haha, miss, he loves you just like this sword hiding autumn water, covered in red clothes with blood pressure, shining and hot."
The person who spoke was a young man. It was already late autumn, but he was fanning himself with a folding fan. There was a romantic and suave aura in his body that could not be blocked and came out through his clothes.
Gu Xianting looked at Xie Fu, seeming to blame him. Someone else should say this for you.
Xie Fu turned back to look at the young master.
The young master immediately handed over his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I was impressed by the recklessness of the master just now. May I ask what you call the master?"
Gu Xianting couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this. He actually said that he was reckless. In terms of talent and suaveness, you, a person like you who pretends to be a romantic person, is far behind him.
Xie Fu said rudely: "Didn't you see that I was talking about love? I didn't let you speak, so shut up."
The young man was stunned for a moment when he was rejected.
After hearing this, Gu Xianting half smiled and then blushed. She had always been dignified and reserved, and she never thought that one day she would fall in love with a man on the street in front of a crowd of people.
How should I put it, although it is very shy, it is quite fresh.
Xie Fu turned back to look at Gu Xianting and said with a smile: "I heard that the young lady is dignified and virtuous. I would like to briefly describe her in detail for the rest of my life. We will live and die together through the mountains and rivers."
When a talented man like Xie Fu talks about love, it is also great.
Yangbu Lai was the first to say: "Okay."
These words were like a proposal, and others encouraged him: "Promise him, promise him..."
Gu Xianting felt as if she had been filled with honey, her lips moved, but she was too shy to speak. She turned to look at the fortune teller: "Sir, have you figured out when I will get married?"
