The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 271 The Know-It-All, the Ghost Guest Will Not Be Allowed to Act Recklessly
Lang Jiuchuan followed Zhuang Quan Hai out of the shop and saw a man in his thirties standing inside, accompanied by a servant dressed in blue.

Her gaze swept over the two of them, but before she could speak, it fell on the doorway. The woman she had seen at the lumber shop was standing there, peering inside with her lips pursed, but she didn't come in.

The deathly aura emanating from Madam Song intensified, and her eyes became completely cloudy, yet a trace of life still lingered within her.

Lang Jiuchuan nodded to her. Song Niangzi was startled and wanted to leave immediately, but for some reason, her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she couldn't take a step.

She just stood there at the door.

Zhuang Quan Hai noticed her, walked over, and looked her over for a long time before recognizing her and inviting her in.

Madam Song then entered, but only stood silently in a corner by the door, because Lang Jiuchuan was already talking to that man.

"My name is Liang Jinfeng. You, young lady, are the boss?" The man first introduced himself, then looked Lang Jiuchuan up and down, his brows furrowing.

Lang Jiuchuan nodded: "That's me."

"Excuse me, farewell." Liang Jinfeng didn't ask anything else, but just glared at the servant beside him. "Is this the strange shop you mentioned that might be able to relieve my troubles?"
Even if you're desperate, you have to be careful who you try. What good can this frail little girl possibly do?
Lang Jiuchuan saw him turn around and said, "The scholar is about to leave the examination hall, right? Once he steps out of this door, trouble will arise again, just like always."

Liang Jinfeng paused, then abruptly turned around to look at Lang Jiuchuan: "You recognize me?"

“We’ve never met before,” Lang Jiuchuan said. “But I can tell. You have the air of a scholar, and you wear a Wenchang talisman from Huguo Temple at your waist. Most of the candidates taking the exam this year have gone to the Wenchang Temple to pray for peace of mind, and you, Liang, are one of them. I also see that you have calluses on your right ring, middle, and index fingers, probably from years of writing. The fingertips are also worn, and there are even some small scratches, probably from turning pages. By the way, you actually prefer to write with your left hand, and you often practice calligraphy with weights on your hands, since the calluses on your left hand are thicker. There’s also some ink on your sleeve, and the ink smells strong. Did you add walnut oil to your ink? The special imperial examination will be held in February this year, so I can conclude that you are a candidate preparing to take the exam.”

Liang Jinfeng was stunned and subconsciously looked at his hands.

Everyone present was stunned and speechless.

The servant, barely suppressing his excitement, had his eyes shining brightly. He had found the right place; the prediction was incredibly accurate.

Meanwhile, Song Niangzi, who was pricked up by the door, had a flame burning in her cloudy eyes, and her hands clenched into fists.

Liang Jinfeng suddenly clapped his hands heavily and said, "Alas, I was blind to your greatness and failed to recognize you. You, my little boss, are actually a know-it-all?"

Lang Jiuchuan's lips twitched. He couldn't really call himself an omniscient person, but to be a charlatan, no, a fortune teller, one must have a keen eye. Only then can one make a kind person believe seven or eight parts of what they say.

That's why there's the saying that fortune tellers can deceive you for ten or eight years. It's because they can read people's expressions and have a silver tongue that can make up stories.
"Since the all-knowing one can see my identity, how could he possibly understand my suffering?" Liang Jinfeng looked at her hopefully.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "The suffering of a scholar like you is nothing more than failing the imperial examinations time and time again. With the special imperial examination approaching, you are filled with worry and your eyes are bloodshot. Are you worried that the exam will not go well, and that you will be as unlucky as before?" Liang Jinfeng's eyes lit up and he said, "You little know-it-all, you have a pair of discerning eyes. How old are you? And which master did you study under to acquire such skills?"

"A good person should not be questioned about their origins." Lang Jiuchuan smiled faintly and shook his head.

Knowing that there are three things one should not ask in Taoism, and realizing he had broken a taboo, Liang Jinfeng quickly stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "It was my rudeness." After bowing, he sat down again and said, "I am thirty-three years old this year, and I am now a Juren (successful candidate in the provincial examination), but I have held this status for more than ten years. I passed the Xiucai (lowest level of the imperial examination) at the age of fifteen, and the Juren at the age of eighteen. Since then, every time I have participated in the imperial examinations, not counting the one held every three years, including the special examinations, I think, I have participated five times, including this year's one."

He sighed and said, "In the first four times I took the exam, I had a string of bad luck. Either I had a stomachache before the exam or I broke my leg. I entered the exam room with a heart full of fear. Once, I was assigned to a room near the stinky one, but I always felt the stench coming from there. It was like someone was constantly reminding me. And sure enough, I failed the exam. Last year, I wasn't assigned a stinky room, but after only two days, I was carried out because it was so cold. Even though I was wrapped in a ten-pound quilt, I still felt cold and ended up catching a cold and fainting."

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flickered slightly as he glanced casually at the doorway and said, "So the scholar is panicking."

“When I was young, I would laugh and sigh when I saw others fail the imperial examinations repeatedly, thinking it was all because their foundation was not solid enough. But when it came to my own, I realized that even if one’s writing skills are perfect, luck also plays a role. How laughable that I was young and arrogant and did not know this. Only when it came to my own did I realize that timing and fate are also factors.” Liang Jinfeng smiled self-deprecatingly: “I am also a little uncertain about this special imperial examination. I am afraid that there will be frequent problems like before. If I have to do it again, my fighting spirit will be worn down.”

Lang Jiuchuan smiled: "What if it doesn't work this time either?"

Liang Jinfeng's expression changed, and his hands trembled. He tried to appear calm, but he couldn't, so he said sullenly, "Then let's continue to be Sun Shan."

"Let me tell you frankly, sir, if you hadn't come to my all-purpose shop today, your fate would have been the same as before—to be utterly defeated and crushed," Lang Jiuchuan said. "But now that you're here, let's see if you can resolve this grievance."

Liang Jinfeng's heart was ice-cold, but after hearing Lang Jiuchuan's words, it seemed that things were taking a turn for the better. However, what did he mean by resolving the grievances?

Lang Jiuchuan said, "Your previous attempts were not entirely due to bad luck, but rather to human intervention, or rather, the work of ghosts."

what?
Liang Jinfeng was shocked: "Are you saying that my repeated failures are because I'm possessed by a ghost?"

A chill ran down his spine; he suddenly felt a sinister aura behind him, and the room instantly turned cold and eerie.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the old man who was about to lie down behind Liang Jinfeng and said, "Scholar, aren't you afraid that Wenji will hurt himself by lying on him? This place is not for ghost guests to act recklessly."

With a wave of her hand, she unleashed a spell, and the pedantic scholar ghost cried out in pain, flying away while cursing, "Outrageous! You little girl not only meddle in other people's business, but you also bully this old ghost! You are utterly hateful and despicable!"

Upon hearing the sharp curse, Liang Jinfeng shuddered and fell to the ground, staring in horror at the source of the sound.

What the hell?