Fang Yangao sat on a chair in the True Dragon Hall.

The maid in front of her was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looked as old as Fang Yan. She quickly walked to the True Dragon Palace with a teapot in hand and placed the teapot on the table next to Fang Yan.

Lazy dialect nodded.

The maids will be very excited every time, because they who serve the True Dragon Palace all know that the little girl is the divine dragon passed down by word of mouth in Beitang...

Fang Yan stayed for the time being, and his job was to look at fortunes and collect wool from Beitang country.

Yes, that’s right, I became a stickman...

The reason why Fang Yan does not count but sees is because she does not use complicated calculations to calculate, and relies entirely on her innate instinct to judge a person's good or bad luck. To be precise, she has a bit of the potential of the legendary snake fairy.

No, it has evolved now and is a Jiao Immortal.

Completely thanks to the new horns on the top of the head, combined with the use of innate magical powers, it is almost like cheating.

Calculate it once, and your luck will be automatically stored in the lottery tube, with 20 points each time, and the little will add up.

Now Fang Yan finally knows why it is said that the dragon is a watershed on the road to transforming into a dragon. It is because of the horns. The wonderful use of the horns is actually not only to break spells, but also to improve the natural magical powers and the soul. With the horns, you can cultivate the power of the soul.

, thereby enhancing the power of your innate magical powers.

Now, thanks to the wonderful use of the horn, the first person to be improved is the innate magical power - You Ming.

Many people know that the legendary bearded man with yellow hair and white gray hair is not very powerful but he is absolutely friendly to the people. After all, no one has ever seen those shining golden gods, gods, gods, and Buddhas helping ordinary people. They also help emperors, royal families, and ordinary people.

The most reliable thing is to seek help from the beard to make it grow white. It may be a small skill, but it can at least solve an urgent need.

Recently, it has begun to spread that the dragon girl in the True Dragon Palace will tell people's fortunes and ask about their future, and more and more people come to worship the true dragon.

However, the dialect can only be read for a while every morning. In the morning, I have to breathe out the clouds, I have to rest in the afternoon, and there are evening classes in the evening.

The sun is shining brightly, the breeze is blowing on your face, the chirping of birds is sweet, and there is no need to fight or work hard. Nothing is more comfortable than basking in the sun and raising your body temperature.

Pour a cup of tea.

After taking two puffs of cigarettes, Fang Yan was thinking about the shredded tobacco from Southwest China. At this time, the shredded tobacco she brought earlier was gone, and the remaining tobacco had deteriorated due to time. Now she smoked shredded tobacco from the Central Plains. The taste was average and not as good as that from Southwest China.

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Making money is a great career.

Fortune-telling is not free work, and the reward depends on the other party's wealth. The rich will pay more, while the poor will pay less and even pay less. She is called the kind-hearted dragon girl by the people of Beitang Kingdom.

The rich were very unhappy, but they were willing to take the money for the sake of effectiveness. After all, you get what you pay for.

Fang Yan didn't know what happened, but recently she started to like shiny and shiny things, especially gold and silver treasures, all kinds of pearls and jade. She accepted them all, and she kept all the good things in the pond.

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A nobleman from a certain aristocratic family opposite handed over a brocade box, which seemed a little painful.

"Hey! Chen Guolai's pearls can be..."

Fang Yan held the cigarette pole in his hand, opened the brocade box, took a look at it, and put it away with satisfaction.

"Shenlong, please help me find out when I can conceive a child."

Fang Yan used his innate supernatural power to see a picture of the future. The noble man in front of him was pregnant with Liujia and gave birth to a daughter. A few years later, he gave birth to a son. However, he died due to dystocia.

"You will have two children in the future, a daughter first, and then a son. When you give birth to a son, you will die in childbirth."

"ah?!!"

The noble woman opposite looked surprised, and was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Thinking of the old man at home, he would probably find a young and beautiful concubine to take home and make her his wife as soon as she died. This was from a noble family.

Traditional rules do not need to be reiterated too much.

Fang Yan would never have imagined that the woman across from him would first think not of her own safety, but of her husband's future re-engagement.

As expected, it was from a noble family, and the filth inside was even worse than that of the imperial palace.

When the noble man thought of this, he suddenly had some concerns in his heart. He stood up to say goodbye and presented another box of silver.

Take the money.

"Next."

A shy middle-aged wealthy businessman walked in. After sitting down, he glanced around with a pair of sneaky eyes, and his eyes were cryptic at the one-horned dialect.

"Lord Shenlong..."

Fang Yan didn't wait for the wealthy businessman to speak, then kicked him out of the True Dragon Palace and ordered: "This person is not allowed to come in again."

Soon, there were imperial guards at the door, escorting the wealthy businessmen out of the palace, and strictly ordered the wealthy businessmen not to come closer to the palace. After the newly appointed second-generation ruler of Beitang found out, he also had the wealthy businessman's home ransacked, harvesting a large amount of money to enrich the internal affairs.

Mansion.

"Next."

A scholar wearing Confucian clothes walked in. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain why.

"You're here to ask about marriage, right?"

I don't know the dialect and smile.

"Ah? It's... not... I..."

The people queuing up laughed loudly, and the Confucian scholars wished they could crawl into the dirt.

"You have a bad fate. Fortunately, your marriage is going smoothly. In the future, there will be a lady who falls in love with you. She will betray her family and open a restaurant for you. She will make soup with her own hands in long skirts. You must cherish it."

"I...I will."

There was a burst of good-natured laughter from the people behind, and some shouted congratulations, dear brother. This shameless Confucian scholar hurriedly took out a few taels of silver and handed it to Fang Yan, and wanted to run away.

"I won't charge you any money, just keep it and go home and live a good life."

The crowd burst into good-natured laughter again, and the Confucian scholar quickly buried his head on his chest and ran out of the temple gate.

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The end of the morning's work basically means the end of the whole day's work.

Fang Yan took a cigarette pole and walked around the palace, with the big cats Bai Lian'er and Zhang Yuanfei following him. They took advantage of the afternoon to eat, eat, and bask in the warm winter sun.

I met a blind maid in the harem and wanted to ask her to check the fate of a noble person in the palace.

Fang Yan refused without mercy, the rules cannot be broken, no matter who the other party is.

If I said I didn’t go to work in the afternoon, I wouldn’t go to work...

After the walk, he sent Lian'er to play with Concubine Zhang Yuan.

Fang Yan went back to the pool and took a nap on his stomach, and didn't wake up until evening to have dinner.

After finishing evening classes, it was already midnight.

When the lights in the imperial capital gradually went out and everyone fell asleep, the palace was still dimly lit.

In the center of the palace, the eternal palace lantern of Yunhe Palace shines like the light of day. Viewed from a high altitude, the entire Zhongjing City is like a plate of radiant jewels, and Yunhe Palace is the most dazzling pearl among them.

Behind this pearl, there is a small black mass. The light of Yunhe Palace shines in all directions, but cannot shine on this adjacent palace.

Compared with the light of Yunhe Palace, the darkness is not abrupt, but appears to be exceptionally integrated.
Chapter completed!