"Old man, what's the matter with you?" When Zhong Qingye got up, Tes's voice was so gentle that it could make him cry. He walked to the old man step by step, bent down slightly and asked.【】
The old man waved his hand and looked at her with a warm smile: "Young master, don't get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with me. It's just that the wind and waves are high. It's too dangerous for you to stand on the bow of the boat alone, so I can't help but call you back."
Zhong Qingye smiled slightly: "Really? Thank you very much."
The old man shook his head and sat down on the small board beside the boat. He looked up at Zhong Qingye. His gray hair was randomly tied behind his head and tied into a handful with a black cloth rope. At this moment, he was being fiercely beaten.
When the river breeze blows, a lot of messy hair is flying.
"Young Master, I have noticed that you have been standing on the bow of the boat blowing the wind since you boarded the boat. You do not say hello to others. You seem to be traveling alone. What, is there something on your mind, Young Master?"
Zhong Qingye smiled and said: "Old man, you are too worried. I just don't like staying with many people."
"How could it be?" The old man looked surprised: "The young master is so handsome and handsome, how come he doesn't like to be in contact with others? Did he encounter something sad, so he doesn't want others to know about it?"
"Uh... I guess." Zhong Qingye said perfunctorily.
The old man suddenly showed a knowing expression: "Well, I have lived for more than sixty years, and I still have this kind of vision. According to me, you are not just sad, but what makes you sad is...
A girl." He leaned towards Zhong Qingye and smiled slyly: "Am I right?"
Zhong Qingye couldn't help but laugh. This old man was quite interesting. He was chatting anyway, so Zhong Qingye asked with great interest: "Where did this old man come from?"
When the old man heard this, he immediately became happy. He looked at Zhong Qingye with a smile and shook his head slightly: "You are really cunning, young master. What you say sounds nice, but in your heart you feel that this bad old man like me is just talking nonsense."
Zhong Qingye pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.
"My young master, you have handsome features and an extraordinary aura. Although the items you wear are simple, you can tell at a glance that they are all of good quality. This means that your family background is extraordinary and you are definitely incomparable to ordinary people."
The old man shook his head and said.
Zhong Qingye continued to smile, and gently stretched out his hand to press his left wrist. There were two daggers tied there, and the coldness was overwhelming when he moved.
The old man did not notice Zhong Qingye's little movements at all, and continued: "Even so, young master, you don't seem to be happy when you go up. Even if you smile, your smile is just a fake smile. It can be seen that there must be something troubling in your heart.
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"Then old man, how do you know that I am sad for a girl instead of something else?" Zhong Qingye said in a light tone, with the dagger on his wrist ready to go. If something went wrong, she would
He would chop off the head of the old man in front of him without hesitation.
Zhong Qingye has always been vigilant, especially now that the whole world knows that Princess Rui has disappeared mysteriously. If anyone discovers her identity on the way, it will not be a good thing for Qi Mo, so she pays great attention to hiding her identity at all times.
It's not that Zhong Qingye is too suspicious. The old man in front of him is dressed in shabby clothes. He is a poor old man. Even with sixty years of experience, with his identity and status, in an era with strong status and class in ancient times, he is still a poor old man.
How many good things can I see?
The clothes she wears are of the simplest style, without any special features at all. They are the kind that ordinary people would not take a second look at. Why does this old man stand out so much at a glance?
This may be an insignificant detail to ordinary people, but to Zhong Qingye, it is enough to make her doubt the identity of the old man in front of her.
As soon as he heard Zhong Qingye's words, the old man chuckled and approached her in a mysterious manner: "Young master, don't be shy. I've been through this too. When I was your age, besides being a little girl, I couldn't do anything.
Make me sad?"
Zhong Qingye was stunned and blinked. Is it because of this?
She asked worriedly: "Then old man, how did you know that the material on my clothes is so extraordinary?"
As soon as Zhong Qingye finished speaking, a very proud expression suddenly appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, and he laughed and said: "Others don't know these things, how can I, Old Man Hu, not know it?"
"Yes, why?" Zhong Qingye's voice sounded a little dangerous over the roar of the waves: "Why doesn't anyone else know, but you, the old man, only know?"
She moved her wrist slightly, and the arc was so small that no one would notice it. However, with this movement, the handle of the dagger fell into her hand, and she clenched it slightly.
"I am glad that I have a good son." The old man said proudly.
Zhong Qingye was stunned, not expecting such an answer at all.
"My son is well-known as a filial son in our village. He is sensible, hard-working, and very capable. He is the only one in our village who can work in a cloth shop that makes clothes for government officials. Others can join in if they want.
No way." The old man's face was filled with a glowing expression of pride for his children: "If I hadn't had such a capable son, how could I have known you, young master, with such fine fabrics on your body?"
"It turns out that your son is a worker in a cloth shop." Zhong Qingye smiled slightly: "No wonder you know the fabric of my clothes."
"It's a pity... I have such a son..." After listening to Zhong Qingye's words, the old man suddenly sighed, with a faint and very sad expression on his face, and his already wrinkled face looked even more decadent.
"Your son..." Zhong Qingye paused and asked cautiously: "What happened?"
"Alas..." The old man shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I'll die..."
Zhong Qingye frowned: "How could..."
"Hey, I won't mention these things like sesame seeds and rotten millet. By the way, you still don't know the young master's surname?"
"My surname is Ye, and my given name only has the character Qing."
"Master Ye Qing." The old man smiled slightly: "I don't know where Master Ye Qing is going by boat this time."
Zhong Qingye used a very pretentious sentence here: "The world is vast and we are home all over the world. I just walk around as I please."
"So, is there a place to stay tonight?"
Zhong Qingye shook his head slightly. She didn't even know where to get off the boat, so how could she have a place to stay?
The old man said very happily: "In that case, Mr. Ye Qing will go to the old man's house to rest tonight."