On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 33 The expert who decorates the house

"Huangdi Neijing" records: "The house is based on the situation, the spring water is the blood, the land is the skin, the vegetation is the hair, the house is the clothing, and the door is the crown."

Mr. Wang's residence faces south, and the entrance door opens to the southeast, which just constitutes the expression of hiding wind and gathering Qi in Feng Shui - Qu Zecheng.

The door opens to the southeast, which corresponds to "Xun" in the Bagua of the day after tomorrow, which represents Wenchang.

Mr. Wang's official position is Bachelor of Hongwen, and he relies on Wenchangxing.

After passing the hanging flower gate, there is the boundary between the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard. There is a well in the center of the inner courtyard. Whether the Qi of the patio can be gathered indicates whether the mansion will be prosperous and attract wealth.

Mr. Wang's first wife happened to be a merchant, and she had three sons and two daughters for him.

Based on these points alone, this mansion is already an excellent residence, not to mention the other layout.

The species ranging from large rooms to small fish tanks are all gathering blessings.

If no one destroys it, within three generations, this palace will surely skyrocket.

Ye Zhiyu rolled his eyes and asked Mr. Wang: "May I ask which master created this mansion? Can you recommend it to me? Money is not an issue."

Although Ye Zhiyu loves money, she firmly believes that money is not saved but earned.

If she could get acquainted with an expert and learn some superficial kung fu, then her skills would be more than just exorcising evil spirits and fortune-telling.

After all, the whole of Kyoto is such a big place, and under the emperor's nose, spirits, evil spirits, monsters and monsters rarely dare to make trouble.

Those are all one-time businesses.

As for the royal family members, princes and nobles, all the capable people went to the national master, and there was another loss of potential customers.

If you master Feng Shui...

Even if you just show people mansions and cemeteries, you can make a lot of money.

Ye Zhiyu hated himself so much that he was not diligent enough when he was learning from his master, otherwise he wouldn't be able to learn from others now.

Facing Ye Zhiyu's expectant gaze, Mr. Wang asked in surprise: "Does the Taoist think the Feng Shui of my house is good?"

"Not only is it good, even the Censor's Mansion and the General's Mansion are not as good as the decorations in Lord Wang's Mansion."

Ye Zhiyu only went to a few houses to exorcise evil spirits, but based on what she learned, unless an expert like a national master took action, there were few that could compare to Lord Wang's residence.

After receiving the affirmative answer, Master Wang's eyes lit up instantly, and he was so excited that he was a little incoherent, "The lame Taoist really... didn't lie to me, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I have a good sense, and I paid twice the market price to buy it." Get off this mansion."

Thinking of Ye Zhiyu's request again, he said sarcastically: "The lame old man came to the door by himself. I don't even know his name or where he lives."

"At that time, he came to beg, and my wife gave me a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns, so he stayed in front of our house. Later, we unexpectedly asked us to buy the house from the Yaren of Zhuangzhai."

"At that time, when I first entered Beijing, I only heard from my colleagues that the price was too high. I thought it was the lame old Dao En who was seeking revenge, so I scolded him and kicked him out... What a sin!"

If it is true as Ye Zhiyu said, the feng shui of this house is excellent, even if the price is doubled, it is still worth it.

It seemed that the lame old man did not lie to their family.

Recalling this incident, Mr. Wang could not bear it and said to Ye Zhiyu: "I wonder if that old Taoist priest will remember me." No matter how hard it is, holding grudges is definitely out of the question, but when we meet again in the future, we are just strangers."

"But it's not your fault. After all, Mr. Wang has never studied the art of Kanyu. It's normal to mistakenly think that he has been deceived."

If Mr. Wang had treated the lame old Taoist as a guest at that time, perhaps today's official position would not be from the fifth rank.

It can only be said that time is fate!
Under the guidance of the housekeeper, Ye Zhiyu came to the wing where Erlang of the Wang family was.

Standing in the yard, looking at the various peonies placed on the ground, Ye Zhiyu's eyes flashed and he smiled.

"Master Wang, I never expected that your house is actually a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, with many talented people. The peonies in this courtyard are in full bloom, with a rich fragrance and swaying beauty. I am afraid that even the flower slaves in the palace who have invaded this area for many years can't compare. Learn this cultivation technique."

"Any peony here is worth a hundred gold if you put it up for auction in Zangzhen Pavilion. No wonder you are so generous to treat me. It turns out to be a way to gain income."

Ye Zhiyu can now see that officials in the capital, regardless of their position, have their own ways of making money.

Just like the teahouse in Yushifu, this precious peony in Hongwenshifu is no wonder that people can become a clean stream, not collude with corrupt officials, and prey on the common people.

Who allows people to make money by themselves?

It would be false to say that he is not envious, but Ye Zhiyu now has a rich purse, so he is not greedy.

"Huh? These flowers and plants are so valuable."

Lord Wang let out a soft cry, looked at Ye Zhiyu in disbelief, and then turned to look at the servant cleaning the yard.

The servant, an elderly mute, quickly explained in sign language.

He never interfered in his brother's yard and only knew about basic staffing.

At this time, looking at the servant's gesture, he frowned slightly, planning to call others over to see what he was talking about.

But the next second, Mr. Wang stopped thinking about it.

I saw Ye Zhiyu approaching him, and he was able to understand the mute slave's sign language and communicate with him skillfully.

Seeing that the smile on Ye Zhiyu's face faded, he thought that the mute slave had said something wrong, so he quickly smoothed things over and said, "Taoist priest, the mute slave rarely interacts with people. If there is anything wrong with what he said, you are absolutely right." Don’t take it personally.”

"It's okay, it has nothing to do with him."

Ye Zhiyu concentrated, squatted down and pinched the leaves of the peony pot closest to him, watching the emerald green juice flowing on his fingertips, and a flower demon spiritual power that was so subtle that it would be directly ignored if not paying attention was in the air. Escape.

She rubbed her fingers and said to Mr. Wang: "It seems that your brother's illness is not only related to Xie Chong, but also to the mountain spirits."

"Wha...what?" Mr. Wang was so frightened that he took a step back, his voice trembling, "How could this be? My Wang family has never done anything harmful to nature."

"Master Wang, there is no need to panic. The yellow sky is above and the thick soil is below. There are traces of any evil deeds a person has done in his life. Before I entered the house, I opened my eyes and saw that there is no evil atmosphere above my brother's yard. It can be seen that it is not A very vicious evil spirit."

"Then...then if it's not a bad demon, why did my brother stop eating in just a few days and seemed to be barely alive?"

Master Wang regained his composure and asked Ye Zhiyu, "Could it be that the Taoist priest overlooked it? Why don't we take another look."

(End of this chapter)