Chapter 487 - 185: Temple Fair (2)
Chapter 487: Chapter 185: Temple Fair (2)
’A bunch of bachelors trying to lecture me? What do they know?’
’The dangling pearl hairpin in Wanqing’s hair was a New Year’s gift he’d prepared for her. He had drawn her eyebrows himself, and he had helped her put on her clothes, piece by piece.’
Zhao Jing said of Wang Jun and De’an, "They can’t even sort out their own affairs, yet they come to lecture me. Look at how capable they think they are."
Chen Wanqing smiled faintly. "Jing, that’s a bit harsh."
"They brought it on themselves... Wanqing, they’re selling sweet soup over there. Would you like a bowl?"
"Let’s not. I’m not thirsty. Besides, if I drink too much, what if I need to... later?"
"Then we won’t."
The two of them spotted a stall up ahead that was completely surrounded by a crowd and followed the flow of people toward it.
It turned out to be a fortune-telling stall. The fortune teller had a banner set up next to him with the words "Nine out of ten fortunes are wrong."
’Nine out of ten fortunes are wrong?’
’He’s openly telling everyone his fortunes are inaccurate, yet so many people are still crowding around to watch? Does everyone have too much time on their hands?’
Just then, a roar of approval came from within the crowd.
"Master, you’re amazing! Truly amazing! I lost my wife when I was young and my son in my old age. I was all alone with no way to survive. But who would have thought my daughter, whom I married off years ago, would get a divorce and return home? My daughter is so capable, and she’s a skilled embroiderer. Now my daughter supports me, and we, father and daughter, depend on each other. Master, please read my fortune again! Where do my daughter’s marital prospects lie? Will she be able to give me a grandchild?"
The master said something, and another cheer erupted from the crowd. It was immediately followed by a CLINK and a CLATTER, as if the man had given the fortune teller a handful of copper coins.
Then, the man burst out of the crowd. "I have to find a matchmaker right away! I knew it! My daughter has been strong and healthy since she was a child; there’s no way she couldn’t conceive! It must have been her former son-in-law’s fault. As long as she can give birth, that’s all that matters! She’ll have several big, healthy sons, and I’ll finally have descendants!"
The moment the man ran out, a brief gap opened in the crowd. Through it, Zhao Jing saw the fortune-telling master...
He pulled Chen Wanqing along and turned to leave. "That’s the instructor from the prefectural school who teaches the *Zhou Yi*. His fortunes live up to his banner—nine out of ten are wrong."
"Who has nine out of ten fortunes wrong? Hey, isn’t that Mr. Zhou from our prefectural school? What’s he doing running a stall out here? It’s one thing to fool us students at school, but to set up shop at the temple fair? Isn’t he afraid someone will flip his stall over?"
The one who spoke was none other than Wang Jun, who had caught up with them again.
Hearing his voice, Zhao Jing glanced to the side.
Wang Jun, oblivious to his disdain, muttered to himself, "Mr. Zhou and Mr. Yin are always inseparable. If Mr. Zhou is here, does that mean Mr. Yin is here too? Oh, right, did you give Mr. Yin his New Year’s gift? Don’t let him chase you down for it; that would be embarrassing."
A cold chill ran down the back of his neck, and Wang Jun reached back to touch it. He almost hit the face of the person standing behind him. That person narrowly dodged, but the cold aura they were emitting only intensified.
Wang Jun sensed something was wrong and slowly turned his head. And who should be standing behind him but Mr. Yin, his face as black as thunder.
Mr. Yin’s handsome face was sullen, his eyes staring grimly at him as if Wang Jun owed him hundreds of thousands of silver.
’Help!’
’Where did this debt collector from hell come from?!’
Caught talking about someone behind their back, Wang Jun’s expression was incredibly awkward.
The only saving grace was that he hadn’t actually said anything bad about Mr. Yin. Otherwise, given Mr. Yin’s disposition, there was no telling how he would make him suffer later.
"Greetings, Instructor."
Wang Jun and Zhao Jing greeted him in unison. Wang Xiao and De’an, who had just walked over, followed suit.
Mr. Yin was strolling with a beauty, his own conduct questionable, so he hadn’t planned on flexing his authority in front of his students. But when he happened to walk over and hear Wang Jun gossiping about him, how could he not stay and listen?
He had heard the gossip and it had angered him. He wanted to teach them a lesson, but then he remembered the beautiful woman with him... ’Forget it. I’ll deal with these little rascals once school is back in session.’
Mr. Yin left with the graceful and elegant beauty. The woman, for her part, was quite proper. Knowing they were students of the prefectural school, she even smiled and nodded a greeting to them, demonstrating her excellent manners.
De’an and the others knew it was wrong to gossip about their elders, but still, Mr. Yin was really something else. "Strolling around with a beauty... He’s certainly living a carefree life. Does he even remember his wife back in the Capital City?"
"Hush! A gentleman does not speak of that which is improper."
De’an raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking, okay? Oh, why is Mr. Zhou coming over? Don’t tell me he wants to read our fortunes. There’s no need for that, is there?"