A sedan stopped on the roadside. The person who got off had fair skin, slender eyes, and a few long beards. Although he was not wearing official uniform, he looked like a civil servant.
As soon as he saw the visitor, Zhao Ping's legs suddenly became weak and he almost fell down.
Staggering forward, he knelt down and bowed: "Master, why are you here?"
Zhao Wenhua glanced at Zhao Ping coldly: "I was just going to ask you, Diao Nu, what are you doing here?"
Zhao Ping trembled and said: "Master, your cousin Zhao Er was beaten and injured by this liar. I am here to seek justice."
Zhao Wenhua suddenly became furious: "What cousin? Where did I get such an incompetent cousin? Although I belong to the same clan, I should take care of him and eat and drink him on weekdays. Do I have to protect him when he commits adultery? You are such a naughty slave.
Taking advantage of an opportunity to cause trouble is really hateful!"
Everyone was surprised that Zhao Wenhua was so reasonable.
Not to mention the dignified minister of the Ministry of Industry, it is easy to deal with Xiao Feng, a street fortune teller.
He just pretended not to know that at this moment, Zhao Ping and others were enough to deal with Xiao Feng.
Some people couldn't help but whisper: "Although Zhao Wenhua worships Yan Song as his godfather, he is not a person who does not know right from wrong."
Xiao Feng's whole body was still tense as he looked at the master and servant. His history was not very good when he was in school, but he vaguely remembered that Zhao Wenhua was not a positive person.
Did he suddenly help him today, even when he had beaten Zhao Er? Is it really because he was reasonable and selfless?
Zhao Wenhua raised his hand from afar and said, "I heard that Mr. Xiao Feng has a profound knowledge of fortune-telling and fortune-telling. I wanted to ask for advice. Since someone has made an appointment today, I can't take away his beauty. I will ask for advice next time I have the opportunity."
After saying that he was lifted into a sedan chair and left, Zhao Pinggru, who was mourning his concubine, led several servants to follow him dejectedly.
The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect you to have such bad luck. If Minister Zhao doesn't come, you will be beaten."
Xiao Feng said sternly: "I was lucky enough to be blessed by Minister Zhao, and you actually said it was bullshit luck. What do you think of Minister Zhao?"
The old Taoist was startled, pointed at Xiao Feng and cursed in a low voice: "You bastard, please keep your voice down, how dare you frame poor Tao!" Because of the intense movement, his Taoist uniform was fluttering, and two ribs were visible under his armpits.
Xiao Feng said: "Your Taoist uniform is full of holes, why don't you change it? Let me calculate your income, so you won't be so embarrassed. Which Taoist temple do you live in? Don't you think you are embarrassed?"
The old Taoist touched the hole in embarrassment and argued forcefully: "People who practice Taoism have nothing in their hearts and don't care about their clothes."
It was getting late at this time, and the sun was gradually pressing towards the west mountain. The number of people shopping gradually decreased. Except for the stalls preparing to go out for the night market, other stall owners had packed up.
The old man looked at the sky and said, "That young master will probably not come today. That's fine. Look at his energy. If you are not sure, he will smash your stall in front of everyone."
Before Xiao Feng could speak, a little head with two sky-high buns came out.
"Master, Mom asked me to pick you up. You usually go home after noon, why are you still not coming back today when it's so late?"
Qiaoqiao said, and handed the two meat buns in her hand to Xiao Feng. She had just bought them on the roadside and they were still warm.
Xiao Feng didn't expect to wait all day. He didn't eat at noon, so he was really hungry. He took it and took a bite, and his mouth was filled with oil.
Qiaoqiao swallowed, and the old Taoist priest also swallowed. He had given Xiao Feng half of the dry pancake he was eating at noon.
At that time, Xiao Feng saw how much he was eating and just rolled his eyes. He expected that it would not taste good, so he politely declined his offer.
Xiao Feng hesitated and handed the bun to the old Taoist priest: "Taoist priest, try it. This bun tastes good."
Qiaoqiao lowered her head, feeling a little aggrieved.
The old Taoist priest's Adam's apple twitched, he took the bun and smiled: "I'm going to be a vegetarian today, so it's not suitable for me to eat meat and fish. I'll take it home and eat it when I'm over."
Xiao Feng smiled and patted Qiaoqiao's head: "Let's go home and ask your mother to stop cooking. Let's go buy meat buns to eat."
Qiaoqiao raised her head in surprise, looked at Xiao Feng's smile, and immediately smiled, then hesitated again.
"Is there anyone telling fortunes today? Forget it, Mom is making porridge."
The old Taoist priest said while closing the stall: "Don't worry, your master is very cruel. If you don't open it for three days, it will last for a year."
The sun was setting over the mountains, and Xiao Feng stood up to leave.
A man in the distance ran out of breath and shouted: "Stop...stop! Don't...run!"
The child ran forward, his face covered with sweat. If the attendants hadn't held him up, he would have collapsed on the ground. He didn't know how far he ran in one breath.
He grabbed Xiao Feng's sleeve and before he spoke, he first saw the signboard behind Xiao Feng.
He slowly let go of his hand, his expression changed uncertainly, and he hesitated to speak.
"You...are waiting for me specifically?"
Xiao Feng nodded: "Isn't it an agreement? A gentleman's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so naturally I will wait for you until sunset."
"A gentleman's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold..."
The boy was a little lost in thought and muttered: "You are a liar and you still care about keeping your word..."
Qiaoqiao became angry: "You are the liar! I am not a liar!"
The boy raised his head and glanced at Qiaoqiao, and actually swallowed the curse words on his lips again.
“Whether it’s a liar or not, you’ll find out later!”
The boy looked around regretfully. The sun was setting soon and there were not many people watching.
The seasoned Taoists who had finished cleaning up their stalls and were waiting to watch the excitement were not considered good spectators.
This made him very unhappy. He originally wanted to expose this liar in public!
However, knowing that he was late to apologize, he didn't dwell on it. He picked up the pen and realized that he had not thought about what to write.
He stood blankly, as the sun sank little by little into the western mountains. When only half of the sun was left, he thought of it.
He thought of his mother, himself, the cage-like palace and house, and his father who was rarely seen.
He mockingly wrote the word "prison".
Xiao Feng looked at it: "What do you ask?"
Just as the boy was about to open his mouth, someone next to him suddenly said: "This word is an unexpected thing."
A middle-aged man wearing a white robe, tall and tall, with a calm expression on his face.
He walked over slowly, like a sword in a scabbard. Although the blade could not be seen, it felt extremely sharp.
The boy's expression changed: "What are you doing here?"
The man looked at him: "Someone is worried about you. Let me follow you and have a look. This word means it's unexpected."
The boy raised his head stubbornly: "What if I must take the test?"
The man stared at him for a few seconds, then waved.
As if someone had cast a spell, several people close to Xiao Feng's stall left inexplicably, for different reasons, without leaving any trace.
Some had their feet accidentally stepped on, and they got into an angry argument, and were helped to the other side of the road by the person who stepped on their feet.
Some were grabbed by the necks of drunkards and followed helplessly while singing.
Another person was called out: "Wu Lao'er, your wife called you home because of something urgent."
In an instant, with almost no one paying attention, only the white-robed man, the boy, his entourage, Qiao Qiao, and the old Taoist were left in front of Xiao Feng's stall.
The man in white robe glanced at the old Taoist, who immediately stretched himself and said, "It's getting late, I have to go."
Then he ran away in a flash, as if being chased by a dog.
The man sighed: "Ask."
The kid gritted his teeth and looked around, knowing that he couldn't call the person back, and said bitterly: "Who do you think I am?"