C12 Yang Lord past Yin Lord Future

Wei Baiyu pulled open the gambling den's door with Su Xiu in her arms. It was as noisy as a West Street alley in the early morning, and it was impossible to tell who was talking and who was chatting.

He walked around the running kids and found Liang Su in the corner.

He was in his early twenties, and his eyes were gentle and handsome. He looked no different from the silly scholar he used to be.

Wei Baiyu also wanted to stand next to him.

But before leaving, Wei Qingyu told him to stand as far away from her little hero as possible. It would be best if he could be in front of him...

In front of him... Wei Baiyu understood.

He walked to the table near Liang Su and sat down. He picked up a small sign made of Nanmu and called out a price, "299, 301 and a half."

There was a short silence and commotion in the hall.

Only Liang Su remained.

He seemed to be standing in his own circle and didn't say anything. It was only until Wei Baiyu used a peanut to smash his hat that he said, "Mr. Liang Su, you're pretty rich."

Liang Su raised his beautiful eyes: "Temple of Wei, Qingyu didn't teach you..."

He paused and gently lowered his eyes.

He had almost forgotten that Bai Yu of the Wei Family was raised outside. He had not read the books of Saint Kong Meng for a few days, and the one who taught him how to write was still the retired temple master.

Blind Hei was proficient in divination and the Six Line Algorithm. He did not know how many levels he had learned.

Liang Su asked, "The Yang Master is in the past, while the Yin Master is in the future. How do you solve it?"

If Wei Baiyu could solve it, then he wouldn't be Wei Baiyu.

Maybe it was because of Miss Fu's influence, but he liked to read the old newspapers, watch Yuan Xiangcheng abolish the Imperial Examinations, and watch Jiang Zhiqing promote the currency policy.

"The fortune telling on the south street is blind. The answer to the question is fortune telling."

"What's the matter? Does Mr. Liang Su want to calculate his own fortune?"

Wei Baiyu raised his eyebrows proudly. Seeing that he couldn't speak, Liang Su turned his gaze away.

Then he started to talk about something else.

"Do you think Qingyu would like amber beeswax?"

"I know Miss Fu likes it." Wei Baiyu shrugged.

This was the reason why he came to the gambling den today. He wanted to see if the amber beeswax looked good or not. After he finished, he needed to go to the southern side of the city to change into silk and brocade.

This was all Lady Fu's arrangement.

But the brocade fabric seemed to be what Lady Tang wanted. In the letter, she said that she wanted to make a qipao. As for the twill Su Xiu, Lady Fu said that it would be noisy in the summer night.

Thinking about it, he was quite busy today.

Wei Baiyu picked up the bitter buckwheat tea and crossed his legs, "Amber honey wax isn't suitable for young girls. You're betting on this to bribe the grandmother of the Wei Family Ancestral Hall, right?"

The grandmother of the Ancestral Hall was in charge of the Wei Family, and it was said that even Old Master Wei listened to her.

She had a strong mindset and her family was once one of the Eight Flags of the Manchu Dynasty. She looked down on people like Liang Su who only knew how to study and had no future.

The corner of Liang Su's mouth twitched.

It turned out that the people of the Wei Clan never thought before they spoke.

He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup. He mimicked the actions of the winery's drunkard, but he was still a bit scholarly, "Qingyu said that she wants to wear it when she gets old."

Wei Baiyu's strength swelled up in his throat.

He was speechless as he stared at Liang Su.

He was leaning on the rattan chair. There was a scab on his brow. Half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the lamp. His eyes were cold and dark.

"I need to ask you for a favor," Liang Su said.

He didn't give Wei Baiyu any time to reject as he stuffed two items into Wei Baiyu's arms and took away Su Xiu, "Copper coins and amber beeswax for me and Qingyu."

The amber beeswax was still in the stands and Wei Baiyu had gotten Liang Su's number plate.

The cinnabar pen wrote: 251, South Street, Mr. Liang Xi.

For some reason, Wei Baiyu rolled his eyes.