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70 Dippo Rong
Murphy went out of Fengxiang Garden in a carriage, accompanied by four guards besides the groom. If it weren't for the iron chains on her feet, she would prefer to walk. How could she be able to take a closer look at a big and famous city while sitting in a carriage?
Lifting the curtain of the car, Murphy looked at the scenery along the street, perhaps because in the city center, most of the people who come and go here are well-dressed, even the servants are neatly dressed. had heard about the prosperity of Dipo, but now it seems to be true, at least the rich and noble people feel wealthy.
At this moment, there was a faint commotion in the front.
Murphy asked, "What happened?"
After a while, a guard said, "Is the prodigy of the Fang family coming out again?"
"Fang family prodigy? Putting a hexagram?" Murphy heard it strangely.
The guard explained with a smile: "Young master came to Dipo for the first time, so naturally he didn't know what was going on. This son of the Fang family, only eleven years old, is a well-known prodigy in Dipo. Three years ago, the Fang family moved their huge property to Dipo. I wanted to take advantage of the popularity of the capital to take it to the next level, but who knew that there would be unforeseen circumstances. The Fang family passed away due to accidents one after another, leaving only their young and only son. Fang Jiazi was smart and precocious, and he took the swordsman Pu Zhu as his teacher. With the help of several loyal servants, he inherited the family business, and within a year or two, he established a firm foothold in Dipo and gained a certain reputation. ."
Murphy was quite surprised. She knew that there was no shortage of geniuses in any era, but she had seen very few of them. Fang Jiazi, who was mentioned by the guards, was probably one of them.
At this moment, the carriage stopped, and the groom said, "Fang Jiazi made a hexagram. The road ahead is temporarily blocked. Should you wait for a while, or go the other way?"
"Wait a moment!" Murphy lifted the curtain and looked out, only to see a lot of people gathered in front of a pavilion, most of them scribes. It's a pity I can't see the Fang family.
Murphy got off the carriage and asked again, "What is the name of the Fang family? What is the name of the hexagram?"
The guard replied: "Fang's family name is Chen, and he likes to make friends on weekdays. He has a wide range of hobbies, whether it is economics, Chinese art, chess, calligraphy and painting, or even all kinds of strange skills. A few years ago, he learned the technique of divination from a strange man. It is said that he was only a beginner, but most of the things he had calculated were accurate. Since then, he has had a habit of coming out every month. Count the three hexagrams. He does not charge money for fortune telling, but he must exchange it with special things, or books, or accessories, or weapons. As long as he likes it, he will send a hexagram for others, otherwise he will refuse. Dipo can be described as a view, and the person who taught him divination at the beginning is also famous, but unfortunately this person only stayed in Dipo for half a year and then left quietly, no one knows his identity.”
Murphy became interested and said casually, "I wonder if I can get a hexagram?"
The guard immediately said: "If the son is interested, his subordinates will immediately go to the garden to find a good thing for the son. The Fang family will usually set up a case to collect objects, and then choose three people for divination."
"No need." Murphy refused without thinking, "Let's not talk about this for now, let's take a closer look."
"Young master, wait a moment, I'll take care of you." After speaking, the guard took a few steps into the crowd and walked towards the pavilion.
After a while, the guards came out and took Murphy and others into the cabinet from the side door.
This attic is called "Bailu Pavilion", which is the property of Fang's family.
Murphy followed the guards to the corner of the pavilion, which was only separated from the hall by a curtain. There were about six sets of such curtained seats, and the outside was already full of guests.
Xiao Er brought tea and left.
Murphy noticed that in the center of the hall was a stage made up of several table cases, and there were already many objects on it, including books, bronze ware, lacquer ware, wood carvings, jade pendants, and so on.
That Fang Jiazi really has a wide range of hobbies! Murphy smirked inwardly.
At this moment, there was a commotion at the door, and saw a young man walking in slowly surrounded by the crowd. He is dressed in a purple robe, with a bosom and a jade pendant, and his hair is tied down in a bun. He has a handsome and lovely appearance, smart eyes, and a lovely smile. He is really a child who can't help but like him at first sight!
After that Fang Jiazi greeted everyone, he walked over to the stage and looked at the objects placed on it one by one. Many people around also followed along to play, and occasionally commented. When encountering something rare, everyone is amazed, and the whole scene is like an appreciation meeting.
From this point of view, the reason why Fang Jiazi's hexagrams are so popular is that, in addition to his own charm, being able to see all kinds of things is probably what attracts people.
"Young Master, you really don't want to have fun?" the guard asked in a low voice.
Murphy quietly looked at the handsome child in the hall for a while, and suddenly thought that there might be something suitable for him, but it was too late to do it now.
She thought about it and said to the guard, "Go and prepare a pen and ink for me, I want to write something."
"No." The guard replied and walked out.
After a while, everything was ready, but Mo Fei was not in a hurry to write, but listened to the jokes of the crowd with great interest while drinking tea.
It's not that she is confident that she will definitely get a quota for divination. She participates just for a temporary pleasure. At present, there is nothing in her hand, and it doesn't matter whether she succeeds or not.
Seeing everyone in the hall judging enthusiastically, Murphy couldn't help but want to come forward and enjoy it. She must know that archaeology is her specialty. If she encounters strange things, how can she not be moved? It's a pity that her current situation is unknown, so it's not good to be too public.
"Okay, the first hexagram today is for the owner of this bronze vessel." Fang Jiazi's clear and slightly childish voice sounded.
Immediately, there was a commotion in the hall, with envy and approval, and the most surprising one was naturally the owner of the bronze vessel.
Mo Fei raised his eyes and saw that Fang Chen was holding a cup in the shape of a mythical beast.
"Unfortunately, it would be great if there was a set," Fang Chen looked regretful. This expression appeared on his tender face, which was very pleasing, and many people around showed a slightly kind smile.
The owner of the bronze ware said: "It's really a pity that this set of auspicious auspicious bronze cups and pots of Naginata originally had four pots, but due to various reasons such as relocation, only this one was left in the end."
Fang Chen smiled: "Although there is only one, but the boy likes it very much, let's exchange it for a hexagram! What do you want to ask, sir?"
"It's already forty-five in the next, I can't be exempted from the custom, I want to ask about the future."
Fang Chen didn't say much. He took out five copper coins from his arms, fiddled with them very quickly, and sprinkled them lightly. The five copper coins spun around on the table for a while. After stopping, Fang Chen used his index finger to use them one by one. Cut the coins apart.
No one around said a word, just waiting for him to say the result.
After a while, Fang Chen said: "The strong wind and thunder, the increase of prestige, the help of nobles, the benefit is in the west."
"What exactly?"
"Whatever is beneficial, give first and then gain. If you want to be famous, you need to lose money. If you want money, you need to trust people. If you have the heart of Fu Hui, don't ask Yuanji. If you have Fu Hui, I will be moral."
The questioner nodded thoughtfully.
"Can you please tell me more clearly?" Everyone around asked.
"Half of the fortune teller, half of it is self-explanation. Although there are pulses to follow in the world, it is not irreversible. The boy learns fortune-telling to solve confusion, not to believe in the destiny." After saying this, many people All agree.
"Thank you, little gentleman, for the hexagram." The inquirer bowed to Fang Chen cautiously.
Fang Chen just nodded slightly and accepted it calmly.
Looking at the Fang family's words, Murphy found it hard to imagine that this was just an eleven- or twelve-year-old child. No wonder he was called a "prodigy", and it really is unusual. Putting aside his age, his every move, every word and deed has rules and regulations, which are not as good as that of ordinary adults.
Seeing that Fang Chen seemed to have chosen the second item, Mo Fei took the tablet, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote on it: "Zhai Yu's old name, the price of the palm flower is not cheap. Hua Fang is not satisfied, Luo Bo Chen The sound of obstruction. The heat contains the fine wind, and the autumn brings the moonlight. If you can give one heart, hold the watch and feel happy."
This is Li Qiao's "Fan" poem in the Tang Dynasty. That's right, what Murphy wanted to give was a fan. Fans in this era were mostly made of animal feathers, purely for fanning and cooling. Occasionally, some ladies used fancy feather fans for decoration, but it was not popular.
Mo Fei plans to use silk and bamboo to make a folding fan, and then add elegant calligraphy and painting on the fan surface. Mo Fei prefers paper fans for making silk folding fans, but paper has not yet become popular, and even in the Kingdom of Sang, paper is still only circulated in some prosperous cities. Therefore, the first thing she thought of was the folding fan. The fan should not only be used as a common thing. When it is combined with calligraphy and painting, it truly achieves its artistry.
This Fang family child is cute and graceful, with elegant demeanor. If you have such a unique folding fan in your hand, it will be really elegant and unparalleled. It was the first time that Murphy met such a precocious and cute child, and he couldn't help but sigh.
After the poem was written, the second hexagram over there was almost solved, so Murphy asked the guard to take the poem and give it to the child.
Fang Chen saw a man dressed as a guard approaching, and felt strange in his heart. He took the book and read it carefully twice, and then he heard the guard say, "My son said that if Mr. Xiao is willing to make a divination for him, then I will send what is in this poem."
Everyone around them curiously leaned forward to look, and many people said aloud.
One person said: "Looking at this poetry, it seems to be a fan?"
"Haha." Another person laughed, "Send fans in autumn? It's really strange."
Many people laughed along.
The guard's face was expressionless, as if he didn't hear the ridicule from everyone, but just looked at Fang Chen.
Fang Chen thought about it carefully, and said, "The boy thinks that the fan this gentleman said is probably not an ordinary feather fan."
"Oh? It's not a feather fan, could it be a palm fan? There's nothing special about that!" Everyone was curious.
Fang Chen said with a smile: "This is the first time this boy has encountered such a unique way of gifting, so he just thought of this ingenuity. The boy also feels that this third fortune-telling should be left to this person."
When everyone heard him say this, they also felt that it was indeed an elegant thing to show things in poetry.
At this time, the guard said again: "Then, please move the little gentleman to the cubicle and divination for my son."
"Who is your son?" Someone said immediately, "Is it a bit too big?"
"Identity is different." The guard said lightly.
Everyone was silent for a while, and then they talked with surprise on their faces. That's right, most of the people who will come to support Fang's family in person are Bai Ding who have no grades. How can people with a little identity participate in such fun activities? What's more, the Fang family is only a child. Although the family is rich, it is not a family of officials. In the eyes of aristocratic families, it is really not worth mentioning.
Now, looking at the guard's tone, the owner of this poem may have a lot of background, so the gift from this person may not be ordinary.
The crowd became more and more curious, eager to reveal the mystery immediately.
The boy from the Fang family accused the crowd and followed the guard towards the compartment where Murphy was.
Someone shouted from behind: "Little gentleman, remember to show us that object when you look back!"
Fang Chen smiled back and disappeared behind the curtain.