On the way back to the palace, Di Xin in the carriage was still sitting there with his eyes closed as usual, but the two guards of the palace, Wei, three, Han and five, had obviously benefited a lot from this trip to Hubu. Sitting in the carriage, hugging
Holding the sword, his expression was tense, and he had an uplifting and uplifting mental state.
Di Xin's perception was so keen that he naturally noticed it and nodded secretly in his heart. This trip to Hubu helped the two palace guards build up their spirit. When they return to the palace, they will have to help them improve their skills.
With good training, they are two excellent teams. It won't take long for them to be able to stand alone.
The carriage was halfway through, "Huh?", Di Xin's consciousness seemed to notice something. Di Xin suddenly opened his eyes and quickly ordered the coachman to stop the carriage.
Opening the curtain, you will see a bustling street in the capital, bustling with people, and an endless stream of people coming and going.
Both sides of the street are lined with various stalls, including candied haws, silhouettes, various exotic gadgets, cloth farm tools, food and drink.
Wei San and Han Wu followed Di Xin out of the carriage and stood guard on both sides of Di Xin. They looked nervously at everyone passing by. In such a bustling street, with people coming and going, they were worried that the crowd might be mixed.
Following the assassins would be detrimental to the prince. It would be difficult for them to defend all sides with just the two of them.
Di Xin looked at the two guards beside him, whose bodies were tense like bow strings, and felt funny in his heart. With his current strength, although he had just started martial arts and sorcerer cultivation, with the skills he had learned from the integration of the two paths,
, which is comparable to a second-level master, and ordinary people can't touch him at all. The two people's worries are really unnecessary.
However, Di Xin didn't mean to blame the two of them. After all, they didn't know their own strength. They were so nervous out of loyalty, so just let them go.
Di Xin did not stop in front of the dazzling stalls on both sides of the street, but went straight to a corner of the street.
In the corner of the street, a slovenly beggar was sitting paralyzed, with a broken bowl in front of him. The beggar was sitting there, and when he saw Di Xin, a rich and noble man in gorgeous clothes, coming to him, he didn't react at all.
, did not call out, said something about the uncle doing a good deed, begged, just leaned against the wall, and continued to look at the sky with his cloudy eyes feebly.
Wei San and Wang Wu were puzzled when they saw Emperor Xin stopping in front of him. They wondered if the prince had a kind heart and wanted to help the beggar.
However, Di Xin's next move shocked them all.
Di Xin walked up to the beggar and instead of taking out the money from his waist and putting it into the beggar's bowl, he kicked the broken bowl that the beggar had placed in front of him away.
The beggar saw that his broken bowl was kicked far away by Di Xin, and he still looked half-dead, silent like a mute, and his dirty face had no expression at all.
He didn't even move at all, apparently too lazy to pick up his broken bowl.
Di Xin spoke, with a hint of condescending interrogation in his tone: "Hey, that beggar, why didn't you respond at all? I didn't even call you when I came to you. Why, you're not hungry, so you don't need me to give you alms.
Can’t you get enough silver?”
When the beggar heard Di Xin's question, he glanced at Di Xin with his cloudy eyes, and then said vaguely: "What's the use of my money? Even if I don't eat every day, I won't die of hunger, so why should I lower my body to others?"
Where’s begging?”
After hearing this, Wei San sneered disdainfully. The beggar in front of him said in a loud voice: "Bragging, how can a person not die if he doesn't eat? He's hungry and dizzy. Is he crazy?"
Di Xin took out a few taels of broken silver from his waist, handed it to Han Wu, and asked him to buy some meat buns.
Di Xin bent down and put the meat bun in the beggar's hand.
Unexpectedly, the beggar threw the meat bun in his hand on the ground. The meat bun rolled over and over on the ground, covered with dust.
Di Xin bent down to pick it up, patted the dust on it, and asked with a smile: "Why, you don't want to eat the food you brought?"
The beggar said calmly: "Your kindness can help me eat a full meal today, but I will still be hungry next time. How can you help me every time? Or, you can help me every time."
Come and take care of my food, or you can put away your superior kindness and stop being hypocritical."
"You..." Wei San was not angry. He agreed with the prince to give you a meal for a while, but it was still a hypocritical act. You were also planning to ask the prince to come, so you couldn't rely on him.
Di Xin dusted off the dust on the buns. He didn't mind the buns rolling on the ground, and he wasn't afraid of getting dirty. He just took a big bite and asked while eating: "Why, you don't think that this king can't afford one for you."
Does a beggar have to eat for the rest of his life?"
The beggar sarcastically said: "Your Majesty is so rich, and he is really prepared to support me, a beggar, for the rest of his life, but if you let me feed myself, what is your ability? How can you feed all the beggars in the world?"
"
Di Xin finished chewing the meat buns on his hands in two or three bites, wiped his greasy hands with a handkerchief, and said with a smile: "What if I say I can?"
After hearing this, the beggar was stunned for a moment, his cloudy eyes showed undisguised sarcasm: "Let all the beggars in the world have enough to eat, hahaha, you said you can do it, you really make me laugh to death, who do you think you are?"
?The Emperor of Heaven, or some kind of immortal Buddha, can create thousands of loads of rice and noodles with just one breath?"
Di Xin said sternly: "If you don't do it, how can you not know that it's not possible? I can't make thousands of grains grow with just one breath, but I can make the people produce it themselves and make thousands of grains grow in the ground.
Tens of thousands of grains. Is it difficult to feed all the beggars in the world? It is just a small goal. I also want everyone in the world to have food to eat, a house to live in, and clothing to wear.
"
The beggar heard the lofty words and naturally didn't believe it, so he said, "Just brag. I'm just a lowly beggar. You are a high-ranking prince. Naturally, whatever you say will be what you say."
When Wei San heard this, he also reacted a little. His Royal Highness Prince Yu was always on target. Could it be that the beggar in front of him was some kind of hidden master?
Wei San cheered up and carefully looked at the old beggar in front of him.
I saw that his clothes were in tatters, full of holes, and slovenly. His hair and beard were rolled into a mess, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and he had no energy at all. His appearance was haggard, his energy and blood were exhausted, and he didn't have the slightest trace of a martial arts practitioner.
What's more important is that the body also exudes a musty and rancid smell like sleeping in a garbage dump all year round. It's so close that it makes people feel sick to their stomachs.
Wei San couldn't help but draw a cross in his mind. How could he be an expert? Even if an expert pretends to be stupid, he wouldn't behave like this.
