Is it okay to casually tell others your BaZi (Eight Characters)?

  Can anyone calculate fate?

  What if you get pricked by a cactus?

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  She exchanged a few words with Hong Gu and hastily left the pen shop.

  When I walked out of Gulou Street, I saw a fortune-telling stall...

  Madam Lü's heart skipped a beat.

  What if Miss Duan and Marquis Jin Ning don't get along?

  She eagerly went to see Wei Tingzhen.

  Wei Tingzhen listened with surprise and delight.

  Eight characters do not match, there are ways to make up for it.

  If Duan Zhao's fate is too strong... then the Wei family can't help it.

  If it were said by someone from the Dugu family, it would be even better!

  She praised Lü Mama lavishly, but after Lü Mama withdrew with a pleased smile, she began to worry again.

  Although this idea is good, Wang Yingshuai is a stepmother and has no foundation in Kyoto. What she says is hard to convince people!

  It would be best if Mrs. Fan, the wife of Duan Shicui, could show up in person.

  Wei Tingzhen immediately had Jin Aiyi pass this on to Jing'an Temple Alley.

  Wang Yingshu almost fainted after hearing this, and suppressing the anger in her heart, she shouted in a low voice: "Who does she think she is? She actually dares to order around Wu TaiTai? Has she gone mad? Does she think everyone in the Dugu family are fools?"

  Hu said with a smile: "Wei Tingzhen just wants to find someone who can talk convincingly."

  "If someone credible were to speak up...” Then the Wei family would break off the engagement with Du Zhao, and Wang Yingxue seemed to see Du Shiyin's regretful and resentful expression. She couldn't help but laugh loudly, laughing so hard that Hu's scalp felt numb, before she finally composed herself and said, "If I were to ask my mother to step in, everyone should believe it, right?"

  Madam Wang Xingyi. This title still has some weight in Kyoto, but when it comes to Du Zhao's affairs, the Wang family is Wang Yingxue's maternal family, and the sixth lady of the Du family has more destructive power than Wang Xu's words.

  "Maybe at Auntie's place..." Hu Nainai worriedly said, "I'm afraid when the time comes, she'll scold you again."

  "When will she stop teaching me?" Ever since Gao's refusal of Wang Yingxue's request, the feud between Wang Yingxue and Gao had been thoroughly established. She said resentfully, "Last time it was her who ruined Ming's good deed! This time if she dares to block again, I'll make sure she gets kicked out of the Wang household even if I have to die trying!"

  Auntie Hu was so frightened that she didn't dare say a word.

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  Wang Xushi had some doubts about Wei Tingzhen's words: "Can she really make this marriage happen?"

  Wang Yingshu bit her lip: "We have to try anyway. Even if it can't be done, having such a family propose marriage is also a good thing for Ming's sister. I don't want her to marry back to Zhendong!"

  In True Definition, many people would criticize Du Ming's origin, making him live without dignity.

  Wang Xu's family is clear about it.

  Dou Ming was someone she had held in her arms since childhood, and their feelings were not ordinary. Although Wang Yingxue's matter made her very angry, thinking of Ling Laike's lovely granddaughter, she still softened her heart and nodded in agreement.

  Wei Tingzhen made an appointment with Wang Yingshuai and her mother to meet at Daxiangguo Temple tomorrow.

  Taking advantage of everyone going to Da Xiangguo Temple to listen to the abbot's lecture on Buddhist scriptures, when saying this in front of those outsiders in Kyoto, the Wei family can break off the engagement again, and the reason is quite justified.

  I don't know why. Although everything was arranged properly, Wei Tingzhen always felt a little uneasy in her heart.

  She sent away Jin Lao Tai Tai and whispered to Lv Lao Tai Tai.

  "You say, can Wang be trusted? This way, she will become the target of public criticism. Will the Yu family let her off later?"

  "Madam, Wang's family only has one daughter, the fifth Miss Duan. In the future, she will have to rely on her son-in-law for food."

  Wei Tingzhen suddenly enlightened.

  Wang's family is so old now. It's impossible to have a son, if she can find a good husband for her daughter, in the future whether it's having a concubine give birth or adopting an heir, she will have the confidence to speak up, and the blame from the Duan family will be just a minor annoyance to her.

  Wei Tingzhen became happy and instructed Lv Nian: "It's better not to wear that moon-white colored jacket, it's too plain. Wear that bean-green colored treasure bottle flower jacket instead, you'll look more spirited."

  Madam Lü smiled and personally went to find the clothes, hung them on the clothes rack, and carefully checked the jewelry and shoes that would be used tomorrow. She heard a little maid come to report that Zhang Yuanming was resting in the study of the outer courtyard tonight, and she served Wei Tingzhen before retiring.

  As for Zhao Ziyu's residence in Qianfo Temple Hutong, which is more than half a city away from the State Duke's mansion, it was a time of uninterrupted music and laughter.

  Zhao Ziyu, with a charming and ambiguous appearance that made it impossible to tell whether she was male or female, put down her wine cup, her cheeks flushed with drink, and gazed at Ji Yong with a pair of eyes that shone like still water, rippling with a soft and alluring charm.

  "Lord Ji," his voice was low and husky, accompanied by the clear sound of the sheng, like the gentle rustling of bamboo in the wind, unexpectedly harmonious, exuding a calming tranquility, "I've finished my wine!" As he spoke, he turned his cup upside down.

  A drop of wine has yet to fall.

  They sat down at the table. Zhao Zijun first toasted He Yun with three cups, and Ji Yong started to make a ruckus. Zhao Zijun had already toasted each of them three times, this was the fifth round.

  Unlike the lightheartedness at Zui Xian Lou earlier, they had a somewhat condescending attitude as they lazily sat around the waterside pavilion next to the Hanbaiyu marble gutter that curved like a winding stream. Tall red gourd-shaped palace lanterns stood among the green trees, shining on the faces of the young musicians sitting not far away, either playing the zither or flute, making their features appear delicate and soft, adding a touch of elegance to this midnight feast.

  Wang Qinghuai and He Yu, who had drunk a bit too much, were only wearing their undergarments. One was leaning on the knee of a girl with clear eyebrows and eyes, being massaged by her on his temples. The other had his arm around a young woman with a childish face but couldn't hide her beauty, both showing a few hints of unbridled wildness.

  Gu Yu was neatly dressed, but had already taken off his shoes and was soaking his bare feet in the winding stream. He was drinking wine by himself, kicking at the flowing water, and splashing it onto the lotus flowers floating on the surface, causing them to sink to the bottom of the stream. However, he just chuckled and raised his hand, and a beautiful and charming performer came over to pour him more wine.

  Wine entered his belly, and it was just midsummer. Although he wore a light and cool Hangzhou silk changshan, Wei Tingyu was still sweating profusely.

  He glanced at Wang Qinghuai and He Yu sitting on the opposite bank, then looked at Gu Yu sitting beside him. For a moment, he didn't know whether to follow Wang Qinghuai and He Yu's example and take off his jacket, or to follow Gu Yu's lead and dip his feet into the clear canal water for greater comfort.

  Wei Tingyu was hesitating when he heard Ji Yong's voice beside him: "Lord Hou, would you please drink these three cups of wine for me?"

  Ji Yong's clothes were half unbuttoned. He leaned on his elbow against the side of a black lacquered, ivory-inlaid, and intricately carved gentleman's desk, looking like he was unable to hold his liquor.

  Wei Tingyu's brain buzzed and his tongue felt swollen: "I... I can't drink anymore..."

  Ji Yong's face sank.

  Wei Tingyu looked at Wang Qinghuai again for help.

  Wang Qinghuai had also drunk quite a bit and was now closing his eyes to rest, enjoying the gentle massage from the maid, without paying attention to him.

  He Yu secretly sighed in his heart.

  What's the harm in having another drink?

  It's just getting drunk and passing out.

  Just in time to avoid Ji Yong's attack.

  How could Miss Dousi be married off to such a person?

  "See Ming." He Yu signaled to the agile servant beside him to pour wine, "If you can't drink anymore, I'll drink these three cups for you!" His tone was bold and generous, wanting to help Wei Tingyu out of the situation.

  Wei Tingyu had just been secretly despising He Yu, thinking he was a guy who excelled in all vices, but now he suddenly felt a liking for him, and his eyes were filled with gratitude as he looked over.

  Zhao Zijun refused: "Then I'll also ask someone to drink on my behalf." His eyes fluttered and fell on Gu Yu.

  Her face was as lovely as a peach blossom, with a hint of laziness, but her eyes were clear and sparkling like a spring.

  He thought of Gu Yu's Kyoto Xiao Ba Wang's rumors, and his heart was chilled. He quickly shifted his gaze to Wang Huaiqing, who was very approachable due to his gentle temperament: "Prince, you'll also have a drink for me later!"

  Wang Qinghuai narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

  A group of people chatted and laughed for half a day, and in the end Wang Qinghuai, He Yu and Wei Tingyu each drank three cups.

  Gu Yu looked on coldly and felt it was particularly uninteresting.

  He stood up barefoot and said: "You continue, I'll go back first!"

  Zhao Zijun couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

  Wang Qinghuai knew his temperament and smiled: "Don't mind him." Then he shouted to his personal servant, "Send Mr. Gu back home."

  Gu Yu waved his hand and said, "No need, I'm not unfamiliar with the road." He strode away.

  In the summer breeze... Behind him, the faint sound of Wang Qinghuai's giggles came: "...He is still a child."

  Gu Yu was indignant, originally wanting to turn back and find a place to vent, but then thought of Song Mo's words "When doing things, ask yourself if you are willing or not. If you are willing, then swallow any consequences, don't regret or blame others; if you're not willing, it's just being a clown, inviting ridicule from others". He felt there was no need for that and instructed the coachman: "Go to the British Embassy."

  The carriage rushed down a lane where the British Embassy was located.

  The patrolling officers and soldiers saw him and made way for him.

  In the dead of night, Gu Yuanchang knocked open the east side door of the British Embassy unimpeded.

  Song Mo had already gone to bed when he heard that Gu Yu had arrived. He immediately got up and put on his clothes, then met him in his inner chamber.

  "What's wrong?" Song Mo asked with concern, "Didn't you go to entertain the officials from the Ministry of Works with Wang Qinghuai?"

  Gu Yu waved his hand, poured himself a cup of tea, and said: "It doesn't matter! I met He Wenda's youngest son and Gongbu Shilang Ji Song's nephew, that new Jinshi Ji Jianming. Everyone ran to Zhao Ziyu's place to continue drinking. The Ji family and the Wei family are relatives by marriage. Ji Jianming called himself the uncle of the Duke of Jining, and he was desperately pouring wine for the Duke of Jining. Speaking of this, he couldn't help but complain: "That Wei Tingyu is also like a rustic farmer who has never seen the world, Ji Jianming poured him wine and he didn't dare refuse. As a result, he was teased by Ji Jianming like a monkey, and walking with him made me feel ashamed. Tianxi Ge, this time you must tell me why you want to promote Wei Tingyu? I think that Wei Tingyu really can't find any outstanding qualities..."

  Song Mo's face changed slightly, and he said, "What did you say? You took Wei Tingyu to Zhao Zijun?"

  Zhaō Zǐ Jū and the head of Guanglian Agency, Bān Zhū Shēng were fellow disciples. Bān Zhū Shēng made a living by singing opera, while Zhaō Zǐ Jū occasionally did some match-making business for those officials with good connections, which didn't give him a very good reputation.

  "He couldn't help but blurt out: 'Who suggested going to Zhao Ziyu's place?'"

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