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In the house of the idle.
The man's expression changed drastically as he stood up and unsheathed his sword. The surrounding air instantly froze, and the bone-chilling sword Qi had already cut into his skin and muscles. Han Shang felt as if he had entered an ice cellar and almost shivered from the cold.
Han Shang's heart skipped a beat. This man must be a peerless expert with such an imposing manner. Other than Wen Hou, who else in Chang 'an had such skills?
" Lu Bu is Dong Zhuo's adopted son. How could he harm Dong Zhuo? If you continue to spout nonsense, I will take your dog life." The man's eyes were cold as he thrust his sword deeper into Han Shang's throat.
Han Shang looked at the sword that was emitting a cold light, and his face revealed his signature confident smile. His eyes flashed as he swept a glance at the young man with a murderous look on his face. Suddenly, he laughed wildly and said,"It must be Lu Bu who killed Dong Zhuo."
Seeing Han Shang's arrogant laughter, elegant and free movements, and even taking life and death lightly, that person praised in his heart that there was actually such a person in the younger generation. He asked,"Who are you? Why are you speaking so arrogantly?”
Han Shang stopped laughing and stood up. He walked slowly and powerfully to the person's side and whispered into his ear,""Wing Prefecture, Han Shang."
That person's body trembled and he took a few steps back, staring at Han Shang in disbelief.
"Who are you?" Han Shang asked with a smile."You must be Dong Zhuo's official."”
"Zhang Liao, Zhang Wenyuan."”
Han Shang was also shocked. In Chang 'an, only Zhang Liao could emit such a monstrous killing intent. He smiled and said,""I've long heard of General Zhang's name.”
Zhang Liao cupped his hands." My lord, please forgive me. I don't know why you said such arrogant words just now."”
Han Shang suddenly thought of a plan and said,"Shang is willing to gamble with his life. If Shang makes a mistake, you can deal with it as you wish. If Shang is unlucky enough to be right, you can come to my Jizhou to listen to my orders.”
Zhang Liao glanced at Han Shang and nodded,""Deal."
Han Shang was overjoyed. His eyes lit up as he laughed wildly, In less than a year, Wenyuan will definitely change its master."
The two of them gathered for a while more. Han Shang introduced his general reform in Jizhou, stating the disadvantages of the old method and the advantages of the new one. Zhang Liao was fascinated by Han Shang's words and admired him greatly.
When Han Shang and Zhang Liao walked out of the 'lodging', the sky was already dark, and lanterns were hung on the streets and alleys.
After Han Shang and Zhang Liao said their goodbyes, he went back to his residence alone.
Chang 'an was in autumn, and the weather was cool and cool. The autumn wind whistled past from time to time. Han Shang pulled the horse and walked slowly to his residence.
" Miss, walk slowly." A maid in green clothes jogged with an exquisite lantern.
Han Shang turned into a small alley, and his eyes suddenly lit up. The street outside the alley was brightly lit with colorful lights, and the crowd was very lively. The boys and girls were laughing and playing, holding exquisite and beautiful lanterns in their hands. Some of the lanterns even had poems attached to them.
On both sides of the street were stalls filled with lanterns. Han Shang was puzzled. There were still a few months before the Lantern Festival. Why were there so many lanterns on the streets?
Han Shang curiously pulled a young man who was holding a lantern and asked,""The Lantern Festival hasn't arrived yet, so why are there lanterns?”。
The youth replied with a smile,"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the birthday of the Moon Elder."
Han Shang was enlightened.
The further the street went, the more lively it became. The crowd began to crowd. A row of large lanterns hung in the sky in front of them. The picture on the lantern in the middle was especially eye-catching. A young lady and a scholarly youth were pulled by a red line. Above them, Elder Yue stroked his snow-white beard and smiled.
Further ahead was the City God Temple, where Yue Lao welcomed the infatuated man and resentful woman with a smile.
Han Shang was so excited that he quickly squeezed his way to the City God Temple.
The Shing Wong Temple was filled with incense. There were hundreds and thousands of believers who came here to seek marriage, but most of them were women.
The huge statue of Yue Lao stood in the middle of the Shing Wong Hall. Outside the hall, dozens of worshippers knelt down sincerely. On both sides of the hall sat more than ten fortune-tellers who read fortunes. The scene was very popular for a time.
Han Shang's interest was piqued. He went to buy some candles and knelt in front of Yue Lao to ask for his fortune.
" Miss, look at that young man. He's also here to ask for marriage," a servant girl shouted as if she had seen something rare.
The servant girl's shout attracted the attention of the surrounding believers. Everyone surrounded Han Shang and pointed at him.
Han Shang enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by all the girls. He asked for a lot and walked out." Excuse me, thank you." Han Shang pushed aside the girls and walked out with his most elegant catwalk.
"Sir, can you help me look at this lot?”Han Shang randomly chose Mr. Fortune Teller.
The divination master looked elegant, with delicate features and a long beard that reached down to his chin. He looked like an immortal and was really good looking. The fortune teller took the lot Han Shang handed over and said in a low voice,"" Jiuwu, the last lot." He stroked his goatee and sized up Han Shang," Young Master, do you want a marriage or a future?"
"I beg you all," Han Shang said with a smile.
The fortune teller sized up Han Shang and said,""This lot is number ninety-five. There is a drawing of a young man sleeping under a large locust tree. This story was a dream of the Spring and Autumn Period. In his dream, a young man was granted the title of son-in-law and enjoyed the wealth of the world for twenty years. Who knew that the country would be captured and he would be suddenly awakened before he was executed. It turned out to be a dream of the Spring and Autumn Period.”
Han Shang was shocked. Could it be that he had also woken up and was still in the internet cafe playing the game?
The teacher continued," However, there is a well beside the pagoda tree in this picture. The moon is reflected in the well. It is the moon in the water." Amazing!"
Han Shang's thoughts were stirred and he quickly asked,"Sir, what do you mean?"
Mister Fortune Teller frowned and said," This is a ninety-five fortune. The ninety-five is the number of the Emperor. Young Master has the aura of the Emperor and will definitely become a noble lord in the future. If Young Master tells me your birth characters, I will know the meaning of the fortune."
Han Shang was stunned. His birth characters? Was it the birth characters of the later generations or the birth characters of today? The two allusions were illusory in two places. The dream of Nanke, the moon in the well. Thinking of this, Han Shang's heart trembled and cold sweat broke out all over his body.
Was everything a dream?
Han Shang put down the silver and left the Shing Wong Temple in a daze.
Night, Chang 'an Feng River.
Han Shang was sitting by the river with a dozen empty wine bottles on the side. A Jiang Lang came over and knocked some of the wine bottles over.
A thousand sorrows are resolved in one drunkenness.
Han Shang's mind kept replaying everything that had happened in his past, including his experiences in the Three Kingdoms.
" Miss, look! It's that wastrel from the City God Temple!" A crisp voice rang out. From afar, two women walked over slowly with lanterns in their hands.
It was easy to get drunk when one was upset. When Han Shang was drunk, he was blown by the river wind. His head was dizzy and painful as he lay by the river and fell asleep.
" Miss, he seems to be asleep and drank a lot of wine." A clear female voice rang out. The servant girl held a lantern and shone it on Han Shang." This prodigal is really handsome."
" Xiao Huan, call a carriage to send this young master to the courier station. It's easy to catch a cold when drunk." Her voice was as pleasant as a oriole leaving the valley.
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