The third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, a day suitable for prayer and sacrifice; all other activities should be avoided.
Spring rain, as fine as silk threads, clung to the travelers on the road. Xu Qing held an oil-paper umbrella, standing barefoot on one foot in a dead-end alley.
He felt that he was somewhat out of his mind.
Logically speaking, even if he believed in Emperor Longping's ability to manage ten women at once, he shouldn't have believed in the betting dog's skill having any effect.
Staring at the high wall blocking his path, Xu Qing threw out his shoe once again.
One more try, what if it works this time?
Adopting the gambling dog's mindset, Xu Qing watched the shoe arc through the air and finally fall into a muddy puddle, splashing water everywhere.
"..."
What about the horoscope's favorable prediction for today?
Seeing that the shoe was now unusable, Xu Qing leaned forward to examine the 'outcome' of his throw.
