PDLP Chapter 135 Why is he so strange today?
Chapter 135 Why is he so strange today?
After all, Gao Shu was on the stage, representing the image of Yun Ting. He spoke at the right time to urge the ceremonial officer to ease the atmosphere: "It's getting late, let's get the marriage contract done quickly."
"To finalize the marriage contract, we need to calculate the horoscope first," the ceremonial officer said with difficulty. "Originally, we wanted to ask the national master's disciple, Mo Zhu, to do the horoscope, but he hasn't arrived yet. Maybe he's still on the way and was delayed by something."
"You're just going to let the noble wait like this?" Seeing the fear on the face of the ceremonial officer, Gao Shu waved the whisk in his hand, like driving cattle and sheep, "Why don't you send someone to hurry up."
It felt that Nan Yingzhi and Lou Yi both exuded a cold aura, only Gao Shu was a little gentler. The ceremonial officer was frightened and nodded repeatedly: "Thank you for your guidance, eunuch. I will do it right away!"
Not long after he left, he turned back and reported: "Lord Mozhu is here, but..."
"'Just' what?" Gao Shu scolded, "The prince is here, what do you have to hide? Stop hesitating and speak clearly."
The ceremonial officer did not dare to hesitate any longer: "It's just that Lord Mozhu seems to be involved in a dispute with someone and cannot get away for the time being."
Without Yun Ting to make a decision, Gao Shu had no choice but to ask Nan Yingzhi for confirmation. He lowered his head and said to Nan Yingzhi: "Your Highness, look, this..."
Nan Yingzhi had already known that that was the scene where Dugu Yue and the Imperial Master met for the first time and the Imperial Master fell in love at first sight. She couldn't complain about the bloody plot and was not very willing to watch it.
But she thought that if she could delay it for a while, she could spend more time with Yun Ji. Seeing Yun Ji looking at her eagerly, Nan Yingzhi smiled at him in a soothing way, "Go and take a look."
"Didn't you hear the prince's words?" Gao Shu, who was used to shouting for her master, shouted to the ceremonial officer as soon as she finished speaking, "Hurry up and lead the way!"
The ceremonial officer nodded in agreement and asked the crowd to clear a path and lead them to where Mo Zhu was.
Mo Zhuzheng supported the Imperial Master and questioned Dugu Yue, "Were you the one who beat up my master in the alley a few days ago?"
With his hands folded in front of his chest, Dugu Yue shook his head: "Who is your master? I've beaten so many people that I can't remember clearly."
Mo Zhu felt sorry for his master who had been bedridden for a long time and just when he had the strength to go out for a walk, he ran into the culprit. His eyes were almost spitting fire.
"Still can't remember? You are the only one who insults my master as a charlatan!"
"Oh, you said 'charlatan', then I have an impression of him," Dugu Yue raised his chin lazily, "He is the one you are holding in your hand, right?"
Even though he had been treated by imperial physicians and precious medicinal herbs recently, his internal organs were damaged and the injuries were serious, so the Imperial Master still looked pale.
"May I ask this gentleman, why do you insist that I am a charlatan and why do you attack me just because we disagree?"
As if it didn't matter, Dugu Yue opened her folded hands and spread them in the air.
"I have been in the martial world for many years, and I have met more people than you have eaten rice. I have seen many charlatans like you.
"What I hate most in my life is people like you who decide the rest of someone's life based on just a few words. Do I need to pick a day to beat you?"
The Imperial Master had lived for a hundred years and had experienced more than others, so he would not be easily provoked.
But for some reason, when he heard Dugu Yue's provocative words, his heart suddenly began to beat fast.
Like seeds that have been dormant for many years, they finally encounter suitable conditions and begin to sprout and grow unrestrainedly.
Unable to explain what this feeling was, the Imperial Master was a little stunned. He only knew that he didn't want to leave a mark of a charlatan in the mind of the man in front of him.
He, who had always disdained getting involved in verbal disputes, struggled to gather his thoughts, opened his mouth, and started arguing with Dugu Yue.
"Sir, I come from an orthodox sect and am not a fraud. Please don't misunderstand me."
"'Orthodox sect'?" Dugu Yue narrowed her eyes slowly, "Don't just say it without any evidence. You need to provide evidence when you say this."
The Imperial Master nodded: "Of course, you can ask me any questions you want to test me."
When Mo Zhu heard that the Imperial Preceptor wanted to tell Dugu Yue's fortune for free and at his own discretion, he immediately became angry.
"Lord, even if it is the Emperor of Dali, please count it once, and be respectful. Who is he, and is he worthy of your personal calculation? Let me do it!"
Gently raising his hand, refusing Mo Zhu's rescue, the Imperial Master said in a rare firm tone: "Mo Zhu, I want to prove it to him in person."
"Master and servant, stop singing the same tune. Are you going to stop?" Dugu Yue yawned as if she was getting impatient. "Stop wasting time. Are you coming or not?"
Signaling Mo Zhu to stop talking, the Imperial Master nodded to Dugu Yue in a good-tempered manner: "What do you want, sir? Please tell me."
Dugu Yue was surprised that this man dared to calculate his fortune in public, and a hint of astonishment flashed across his eyes.
Could it be that this guy, unlike the guys who set up stalls on the street and tell fortunes, really has some skills?
She said directly: "Calculate my marriage fate for me."
Just now, he seemed to have heard Dugu Yue say "I have no intention of getting married yet". The National Master was puzzled and turned the white jade beads in his hand, counting them carefully.
This person actually has a strong affinity with him, but in terms of marriage, she is likely to be unlucky in marriage.
Wait a minute, "husband-killing"?
Looking carefully at Dugu Yue's fair face, the national teacher was shocked. This person is not a man, but a woman?
When he noticed Nan Yingzhi coming over, he didn't speak for a long time. He didn't know whether he was watching with great interest and had no time to speak, or he was deliberately delaying. Gao Shu hesitated whether he should retreat and ask Yun Ting for his opinion.
After all, the princess's marriage contract has not been finalized yet, and if it is delayed like this, changes may occur.
He was silent for a long time, and then asked Nan Yingzhi for instructions: "Your Highness, I'm afraid Lord Mo won't be able to get away for a while. What do you think we should do about this?"
Nan Yingzhi was already tired of the melodramatic plot and wanted to ask Gao Shu to drag Mo Zhu over and then have him calculate whether Lou Yi and Yun Yan's horoscopes conflicted.
However, when Yun Ji gently pulled her sleeve, she had other plans.
Although Mo Zhu was just standing next to the national teacher and watching, he was quite free and could have calculated for Yun Yan and Lou Yi.
But after that, Yun Ji had to return to the palace and fall into the dark harem again.
Seeing how charming he was, Nan Yingzhi couldn't bear it.
Thinking of sending Gao Shu away and satisfying Hui Yunji's desire to be intimate with her, she was silent for a moment: "I can't make the decision on this matter, go back and ask His Majesty's opinion."
Gao Shu said "Hey" and took small steps towards Yun Ting.
While the crowd was bustling and Gao Shu was about to leave, Yun Ji carefully approached Nan Yingzhi.
Knowing that he had something to say, Nan Yingzhi leaned forward slightly and said, "Go ahead."
Yun Ji felt a little embarrassed that his thoughts were revealed. He covered himself with a handkerchief and whispered in her ear.
"It's obvious that the Imperial Master usually doesn't bother to gossip with others. Why is he so strange today and so obsessed with this woman's opinion?"