What about the Yin-Yang gossip? Sometimes you really scare yourself, but sometimes it is so accurate that it is scary.
Just now, she was blindfolded with red silk and tea was poured on her face. Logically, the hints given were already very obvious.
Should I believe it or not?
Xia Shang was a little panicked.
Xia Shang has studied the strange things such as Yin-Yang Feng Shui in a relatively deep way.
In modern times, many people may say that it is superstition.
But Xia Shang heard a sentence and felt that it made a lot of sense.
It is called "We use science to explain things that science can explain, and we use metaphysics to analyze things that science cannot explain."
Science and metaphysics complement each other. Metaphysics is a supplement to science. Its existence is reasonable and has a certain basis.
In the past, Xia Shang only believed in Feng Shui three points, but now he believes it eight points.
Because such absurd things as time travel can happen to him, what else can't he believe?
Why can Feng Shui masters predict what will happen? She is good at capturing the inadvertent details in daily life, and can see more details than the people around her, so she can predict the development of things.
The scene just now reminded Xia Shang!
As soon as Xia Shang entered the door, he secretly reminded himself: "It is better to believe it than not to believe it!"
"Yazhi, wait outside, don't follow me in."
"Ah?"
"Be obedient!"
"Oh."
Yazhi will definitely be a little unhappy, but Xia Shang is purely for Yazhi's safety. Since there will be a bloody disaster later, it is not certain what will happen in Yichun Courtyard, so it is better for this little girl not to follow her in.
Yazhi stopped at the door, her clothes were white and clean, her figure was petite but she was wearing men's clothes, a typical little baby who had not experienced the world.
The girl soliciting customers at the door had nothing to do, so she liked to tease such a pretty boy. It is estimated that Yazhi should be busy at the door for a while.
Xia Shang entered the building, remembering the omen just now, and admiring the spring breeze and chirping of the orioles, the willow waist and beautiful buttocks, he only thought about how to resolve the bad omen.
But it is easy to predict but difficult to change fate, and it is even more difficult to change the omen that happened to him.
Xia Shang muttered to himself, just hope that nothing serious will happen tonight.
Xia Shang's bitter face along the way was seen by other guests, which made people feel sour.
Who is this guy?
Look at his bitter face as if his parents have died, and Miss Xian'er invited him as if he wanted his life. Don't you know that there are thousands of young talents in the world begging to meet Miss Xian'er?
"Damn this tuberculosis bastard, I really want to kick him down the stairs to avoid polluting Miss Xian'er's eyes."
"Come on! Don't you look at yourself? Can you compare with the pretty boy upstairs?"
Xia Shang didn't pay attention to his surroundings. He was led by Gui Gong and walked along the stairs to the door of Miss Xian'er's boudoir.
Before he knocked on the door, a delicate voice came from inside: "Mr. Xia, come in. Xian'er has been waiting for a long time."
Hearing the voice, Gui Gong staggered in front of him, thinking, what's wrong with Sister Xian'er today? He had never heard her speak to people in such a gentle voice, and it made people's bones fall apart. Could it be that she really likes this Mr. Xia?
Xia Shang pushed the door open and closed it.
I saw that Miss Xian'er's boudoir was small and exquisite, with a bright red color decorating all kinds of objects in the room, and with a strong smell of powder, it made people feel like they were in a field of red roses.
In the hall is a large round table covered with fine red silk. On the table is a set of tea sets, with tea cups on top, as if there is no tea. On the right is the study, where pens, inkstones, paper and inkstones are neatly arranged, and there is a guqin bundle against the wall. Above the guqin is a window that opens to the street.
On the left is a six-foot-high and ten-foot-long screen, which just blocks the living room and the bed. Under the screen is a water lily pattern, which is embroidered vividly. There is nothing else on the pattern, a piece of white silk without any decoration, which is now printed with the candlelight from the inner room, reflecting the outline of a fragrant couch.
On the bed, a beautiful figure lying on her side with her knees bent is looming in the firelight, and it is even more blurred behind a layer of screen.
But the lines that flow like sand painting show the beauty and charm of women to the fullest. Just looking at the shadow, countless beautiful women appear in my mind, which is really exciting.
"Mr. Xia, why are you still standing there like an idiot? Come into the inner room?"
I never thought that this girl Xian'er would be so open. She lay down on the bed as soon as she entered the room. This was quite different from what Xia Shang had imagined.
"Is she playing the piano on the bed?"
With a hint of expectation, Xia Shang walked around the screen.
What would be the scene behind the screen? What would the girl Xian'er look like?
After walking around the screen, he found that there was a bead curtain in front of the fragrant couch. The dense crystal beads were like a colorful waterfall. Although the figure inside the curtain was much clearer than before, it was not enough to distinguish the honor.
"What the hell is this layer after layer? Are you going to show it or not?"
Xia Shang complained in his heart, but he couldn't say that. He tidied himself, put on a posture, and bowed to the bed: "Xia..."
Just as he was about to introduce himself, a small hand stretched out from behind the curtain, lifted the bead curtain a little, and a corner of a stunning face was revealed.
"No need to introduce, Xia Chunqiu, Mr. Xia. He left after the work was done, hiding his merits and fame, I have a deep impression of him."
Xia Shang was stunned, it turned out that this fairy girl didn't know her true identity?
It was naturally good to use the identity of "Xia Chunqiu", and immediately changed his words: "It was just a joke, please forgive me."
"Mr. Xia, you don't have to be polite, please sit down."
Xia Shang noticed that there was a small long table and a futon in front of the bed, with a wine pot and a wine glass on the table, and a plate of peeled oil-stuffed peanuts.
Xia Shang walked over and sat cross-legged on the futon.
He lowered his body and saw that the woman behind the pearl curtain was wearing a red gauze, made of silk, as thin as the wind, as if a light breath could blow away the annoying red gauze.
The gauze was indeed a little thin, and the skin inside was vaguely visible. Without touching it, you could tell from just looking at it that it was as smooth as milk and whiter than a shelled egg. Unfortunately, you could only see a little bit, and more scenery was blocked by the bead curtain.
"Sir, are you complaining about Xian'er not wanting to show her face?"
Xia Shang thought it was natural, but said it was not the case.
On the bed, Xian'er laughed sweetly: "Sir, don't worry. Since Xian'er invited you here, I will treat you with my true face. But before that, please accompany Xian'er for a drink. I heard that you had a lot of insights on the piano music that day. I wonder if you have any research on wine?"
"I know a little bit." Xia Shang said it easily, but the nature of ordinary people is inevitable. He took this opportunity to show his erudition and consolidate his image in the heart of Miss Xian'er.
After thinking about it, he lifted the wine pot and poured two cups carefully. One cup was sent into the curtain, and the other cup was brought to his mouth: "Miss Xian'er, please."
"Young Master, please."
When Xia Shang raised his cup to drink, he seemed to hear a sneer in his ear, and the tone seemed to be made by a woman.
Before he had time to think about it, a piece of gravel flew out from somewhere and hit Xia Shang's wine glass exactly. With a "pop" sound, the wine glass shattered into powder.
Xia Shang secretly cried out that it was not good!
Previously, he was attracted by Miss Xian'er and completely ignored the disaster of blood and light!
Before Xia Shang could react, a person suddenly rushed in from the window at the head of Miss Xian'er's bed, and the cold sword in his hand immediately made the room murderous.
This person was not targeting Xia Shang, but Miss Xian'er!
Xia Shang shouted: "Miss Xian'er, be careful!"
I don't know where I got the courage, I lifted the table and jumped directly into the bed.
The woman on the bed yelled, "Ouch! Get out of the way! Don't block me!"