"Ms. Zhou's maiden name is Yang?" Zhuge Xiaowen pinpointed, Zhang Yuan felt she was nagging, and while Zhuge Xiaowen lowered her head to meditate on Zhang Yuan, she peeked to see Yang Huimin.
It is the woman who once wore the Miss Hong Kong laurel, just sitting there quietly, it makes people feel elegant and extraordinary, and it seems that Yang Huimin also felt that Zhang Yuan’s fight for her just now was injustice, which made her secretly He sent a faint smile to Zhang Yuan, reddish eye circles, and a pear-like smile, which made people love and pity.
Her husband was beside him, not to mention that there was a mind-reading Zhuge Xiaowen. Zhang Yuan didn't dare to think about it. He just glanced at Yang Huimin's smooth and white thighs outside the short cheongsam, and then quickly retracted his gaze, thinking silently in his heart. , "Little cabbage, yellow ground, two or three years old, dead mother..."
In a blink of an eye, Zhuge Xiaowen had already made the hexagrams and opened her eyes and said: "Sir Zhou, I just used Kong Mingshen to make a hexagram for you. According to the Yang character you want, the fortune-telling is zero one hexagram, which is the 11th Gua."
"Oh, boss Zhuge, what does the hexagram say?" Zhou Jialiang was very nervous, and it seemed that what he asked for was not so important.
Zhuge Xiaowen shook her head, she seemed not ideal, and then said leisurely: "The eleventh hexagram of Kongming Shenshu is: no trace and no trace, hard to find far and near, and there is a storm on the ground, like a smile or a cry."
This kind of hexagram is really a cloud cover, not to mention Zhang Yuan, Zhou Jialiang and Yang Huimin are also confused, but Zhang Yuan vaguely feels that it is not good, it is a storm and crying.
Zhou Jialiang also felt that it was not good, and asked: "Boss Zhuge, please explain it truthfully. I have to understand that Zhou Jialiang must die."
"The eleventh hexagram of Kongming Shenshu is the next hexagram. The text is explained and the last sentence of the hexagram is more clear. There is a storm on the ground, like a smile or a weep. We are now on the sea, indicating that there is no storm yet, and your foot When you fall to the ground, bad things may happen. The so-called smile turns into weeping. When you smile happily, danger comes."
Zhou Jialiang nodded, "Boss Zhuge is really good.
It's a man of God, does the hexagram mean that I went to Hong Kong once I went back to Hong Kong, and then when I encountered something happy, I suffered a disaster? "
"Probably that means." Zhuge Xiaowen nodded seriously.
"Can it be resolved?" Zhou Jialiang asked.
Zhuge Xiaowen shook her head, "It was not said in the hexagram."
"Oh~" Zhou Jialiang sighed. Zhou Jialiang's frustrated expression quickly spread. Zhang Yuan couldn't help but looked at the old man sympathetically, but he didn't expect Zhou Jialiang to start an old fire at Yang Huimin beside him.
"It's all you broom star. Ever since I married you and entered the door, everything went wrong. I have never been happily. I didn't say my career went down and my body got sick again. Now I still encounter this kind of bad luck. Okay, I'm going to die, you Happy!"
Yang Huimin's face turned red, and the tears in her eyes began to gather, and the pair of full snow peaks on her chest could not help but undulate, making people want to help her calm down with his hands.
Zhang Yuan wanted to say a few words, but he didn't dare to say more. If you say too much about the husband and wife, it is not only useless, but also counterproductive.
Zhuge Xiaowen couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Sir Zhou, we still have something to do, you see..."
Unexpectedly, this old boy was still shameless and reluctant to go to Zhuge Xiaowen's chasing order, and begged: "Boss Zhuge, can you give me another idea."
"You can't do the same thing, Sir Zhou, don't you understand this truth? Repeated calculations, the hexagrams will fail, even if it is a good hexagram, it is also false."
Zhou Jialiang still refused to leave. Instead, he wrote another check for 1 million, "Boss Zhuge, please give me another word. May I use my surname this time?"
Zhuge Xiaowen was not polite and said, "Sir Zhou, your surname has the same number of strokes as Mrs. Zhou’s surname. According to the calculation method of Kong Ming’s hexagram, the eleventh hexagram is still obtained, so today The second hexagram for you, the income is the same as the first time."
Zhang Yuan was funny in his heart. This Xiaowen lied to someone 1 million without even counting the second hexagram. It is really fast to make money. It is estimated that Sir will continue to pay for it this week.
Sure enough, Zhou Jialiang went to pick up the checkbook again, and Zhuge Xiaowen hurriedly said, "Sir Zhou, the so-called again and again, and again and again, our Heavenly Master has a rule, we have at most two things about one person, this is us It’s impossible to change the rules."
Zhou Jialiang had no choice but to stand up and say goodbye. Zhang Yuan reluctantly stared at Yang Huiminfeng's buttocks, then turned his head and saw Zhuge Xiaowen staring at him ill-tempered.
"Hey." Zhang Yuan smiled embarrassedly, and said: "This is a man's natural thoughts, and sometimes you can't control it if you want to control it. The so-called strong j is easy to hide, yy is hard to prevent,..."
"Okay, okay, I know you are the emperor's fate." Zhuge Xiaowen said in an interface.
"The emperor's fate? Have you ever calculated it? Can this world still be an emperor?" Zhang Yuan asked suspiciously.
"I have calculated, but the emperor’s fate does not necessarily mean to be an emperor, but a very powerful fortune. It is extremely rich and powerful in one respect. One day it will rule the world and become a person admired by thousands of people. Same you The fate of women is also very strong. In the ancient emperor’s harem, the seventy-two concubines of the Sangong and the Sixth Court, how could a person with the emperor’s fate lack a woman?"
Zhang Yuan smiled, "It seems that I will have an excuse for girls in the future. It's not that I'm bothered, it's my luck. I can't or I can't, you can't be jealous."
"Hua Xin." Zhuge Xiaowen snorted and said again, "I'm not a jealous person, otherwise I won't let them practice the exercises with you."
Zhang Yuan blinked, and suddenly understood what Zhuge Xiaowen meant, and asked, "Who did I practice with me in my dream? Isn't it you?"
Zhuge Xiaowen blushed and said in a low voice, "How could it be me? We haven't got the time yet."
Zhang Yuan let out a sigh of disappointment, and then asked, "Who is that?"
"It's not just one or two. You were injured so badly that a woman couldn't handle it at all, so I chose the pretty waitress on our ship..."