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If a hard-working emperor like Wang Chi used his daytime to do some miscellaneous things, it would be as nonsense as a merchant who took gold to cast dice and then mingled with a group of gamblers. ^_^ Read, book, first, send, please, arrive ^_^

Ruan Luo thought that Wang Chi still had unfinished words on this trip, but he was afraid that what he said had little to do with what he had talked about in the study before, and he didn't know what Wang Chi's motives were, as if he suddenly gave up picking up this matter halfway.

To tell the truth, when he accompanied Wang Chi out this time, Ruan Luo's mood has not relaxed, and he can't do what Wang Chi said when he first came out of the bookstore. Maybe it's because Wang Chi's identity is too special after all, and the two things he talked about in the bookstore before are too special.

So it's easy for him to ignore himself.

"yes, it's time to go back." Wang Chi nodded at Ruan Luo, and then stood up.

As he stood up, the two strong guards from the palace at the next table also stood up.

Ruan Luo subconsciously had to stand up, he had to accompany Wang Chi for at least a while, there was no welcome before, and there should be a send-off at this time.

However, he was still half a beat slower, and when he was retreating, one of Wang Chi's hands had been gently pressed on his shoulder, putting a little pressure on him, signaling that he didn't have to get up to send him off.

Wang Chi said softly: "Don't bother too much. ”

At this moment, he was closer to Ruan Luo, and Ruan Luo seemed to be able to read some kindness from the depths of his dark and radiant pupils, and he naturally accepted it, and sat back in his chair as he commanded.

Wang Chi's gaze paused for a moment on the young face of the person in front of him, because he didn't know if the next time they met again, whether it would be a month or two apart, or more than a year and a half, before he looked away and looked at his attendant.

The two Ouchi masters had long been ready to serve Wang Chi back to the palace at any time. Just a little hint from him.

But just as the three of them were about to leave together, Wang Chi's gaze at the attendant instantly turned around and looked outside the door. Meanwhile. The two court attendants also looked sideways out of the door. The two bodyguards that Ruan Luo brought with him also looked out of the door a little later - they also noticed that there was a kind of skill that was not weak in the gradually approaching footsteps.

The pair of performers and young people who had just walked past walked back again. This time they didn't continue to go straight sideways. Instead, they walked into the wonton restaurant, and when they came in, they didn't walk and sing again.

The old man who plucked the piano had white hair, and his face was wrinkled, as if he had been filled with the vicissitudes of time, and his face was sad and miserable without the slightest youthful luster, and he looked like a person who had lived a bitter life for a long time.

The sackcloth shirt he wore was of course shabby, loose and shapeless. But it can be seen from this that his body is so thin that it makes people a little frightened. The cuffs of the placket were worn tightly, and the threads of different lengths swayed with him with each step, but fortunately they were still clean, and when he walked in, he only exuded a slight smell of old straw, and there was nothing unusual. Therefore, although the owner of the wonton restaurant couldn't help frowning when he saw this person, he didn't immediately kick him out.

Sometimes, a clean person is more likely to be accepted by others than a person who pounds strange spices on himself.

What's more, this bitter old man has a piano, which is different from a laipi beggar. He is a man of craftsmanship, and at least he can rely on his own hard work to eat.

In comparison, the young girl who walked into the wonton restaurant with this bitter-faced old man looked much more "glamorous".

As a matter of fact. The dark red shirt she was wearing had more than a dozen patches on it, several of which were still stacked on top of each other. However, these pieces of cloth were removed from some old clothes, and although they were mended and mended, the edges of the cloth were sewn very carefully, and at a glance, they looked like several flowers of wanton shapes had been sewn on a piece of fabric.

The girl's black hair was tied back with a cloth belt, which was too old to be tied too tightly. A few short strands of hair hung down from her forehead, making her fair, somewhat pale face thinner. This girl. It's not big, but it's even more thin.

But compared to the old man who played the piano. The singing girl still has some young capital. At least her clothes weren't tattered to the point of late autumn willows, her face was thin but not wrinkled with bitterness, her hair was still combed into a bunch, and there was a smile in her eyes.

And at the girl's smile, most of the people in the wonton restaurant had an idea: if this girl didn't open her voice, I am afraid that even if the old man's piano skills are good, life will be more difficult.

After entering the store, the singing girl first gave a blessing to all the guests in the store, and then said softly in a crisp voice: "I disturbed the guests to eat, and the little girl from outside apologized to the guests first." The little girl and her grandfather came to Kyoto all the way from western Sichuan to beg, and it was also because they had heard for a long time that Kyoto was now a new day and that the residents in the city were kind and generous, so they thought that maybe they could get a life here...... Of course, if the little girl doesn't sing well and causes trouble to anyone, you say it, and we'll leave immediately. ”

"Kawanishi? That's a miserable place! The tune that comes out of such a bitter place is estimated to be bitter, right? But the idea of the song is to please people, and we don't want to listen to any melancholy tunes. ”

"Hey, is it bitter or happy, let the little girl sing a song first, then you can tell clearly, you judge alone, can you take all of our reason?"

"That's true, but I'd like to put an ugly remark on the line. Although the life in the capital of Gyeonggi is gradually getting better, but this good life is not in vain, if you want to make a living here, you have to really have some skills, if you don't sing well, I won't give money, let alone reward. ”

"Alas...... This brother, you're too serious, don't you just sing a little song? It's like you're going to sit in court and judge a prisoner......"

“……”

Just after the opening remarks of the singer girl, only one of the diners sitting in the wonton restaurant spoke up at first, but soon more people agreed. The wonton restaurant is not big, and the space in the hall is limited, so these voices are clustered together, and they are a little noisy.

Noticing that Wang Chi raised his eyebrows slightly, although this short-lived love was only like a wind transiting. There was no stay, but the two Ouchi masters who had already faintly developed some suspicion about the old man had moved to his left and right, and one of them explained in a low voice: "Master." This wonton restaurant originally had a resident singer who sang well. In addition, most of the customers who come here are acquaintances from the neighborhood, and their ears are used to hearing them, so it is inevitable that they will resist unfamiliar sounds. ”

Since it is a micro-service Jane walks outside the palace, a qiē demeanor is naturally low-key, and the title has become the name of an ordinary rich family, and the guards who often follow His Majesty out of the palace have already been transferred and used proficiently, and there is no need to greet His Majesty first every time.

"You're here a lot?" This was the first time Wang Chi had heard of this, but when he was questioning. The tone remained calm.

It's just a message from a singer, and it really doesn't have much weight to arouse his interest, in comparison, at this time, he cares more about the old man who caress the qin. His calm face and tone were covered with the desire to observe and think about this person. A few days ago, the movement in the Wolf's Tooth Siege was a little more than he expected, and a few gangsters even escaped into the palace, which made him have to pay more attention to the strangers in Kyoto who are equipped with martial arts.

However, his indifferent question made the guard who explained to him feel startled.

This explanation came a little late, but the guard didn't think that this kind of trivial matter needed to be told to Weifu Youjing, who would return in half a day, but he said it again at the moment. And the old man who stroked the qin seemed to have a good martial arts foundation, and this kind of thing could easily make an emperor worry about it and be suspicious of the people around him.

Nearest the king nearest the gallows. Joy and anger are hard to decide, even if it is just a martial artist who accompanies the king, the strategy and wit that need to be equipped will not be too low.

Sometimes the most complicated things are also the simplest, and excessive speculation about the king's heart is not a good policy, His Majesty will choose these two people to follow out of the palace, of course, they have a certain peace of mind. The guard understood in his heart, and chose the simplest, but most flawless reason, nodded lightly and said: "This store is really doing business, and it turns out that the singer who is stationed in the scene is indeed singing well. is not weaker than the famous Dan in the big team, so the small ones and the fourteenth will come often. That's why. When Ruan Gongzi's attendant Jian Yiyi came here just now, Xiao and Fourteen didn't say much. ”

Let's put it this way. The meaning is already obvious, and it has not been told before, but it is only because these two guards often come here and are familiar with every qiē here, so they do not bother His Majesty in every detail.

"In this way, this girl who has come from a miserable distance from another county is afraid that it will be difficult for her to earn a living here through singing." Wang Chi seemed to change the topic, but the meaning of his words seemed so vague again.

The guard thought for a moment and said, "It turns out that the singer who is stationed in the venue is not here today, maybe there will be an exception. ”

Wang Chi glanced at Ruan Luo, smiled and imitated the tone of the diners in this small shop: "Maybe only our ears have not been 'spoiled' by the singer who was stationed there." ”

After saying this, he looked sideways at the guard beside him, and his face became a little stern: "If we don't support the scene and leave, who do you think the guests in this store will sincerely cheer for?" ”

Facing His Majesty's gaze, the guard lowered his eyes slightly, and replied as he thought in his heart: "There should be no one." ”

This is a result that makes their hard work worse. Let's be a favor, maybe this is like a seedling that falls to the ground in drought, even if it only gets a scoop of water, it just happens to help up the anger. Wang Chi really sat back at the table with his sleeves up, and said again in a softer voice: "What's more, we don't often have such opportunities." ”

Ruan Luo looked at Wang Chi with puzzled eyes.

He remembered that when the singer and the old man walked by the door just now, Wang Chi chased the singing voice, the familiar and long-standing tune can indeed make people nostalgic, not to mention that this foreign singer mastered a style of music, which is often sung by a woman who Wang Chi once cherished the most, this kind of tune is now reappearing, and the temptation to Wang Chi is of course great.

But at the same time, he could vaguely see that Wang Chi intended to listen to music, but I am afraid that it was not as simple as listening to a song. When the singer returned and walked into the store, Wang Chi saw that her expression was much calmer than at the beginning.

However, for a while, he couldn't figure it out, so he could only say secretly: How can the emperor's mind be lightly measured? Then he sat silently aside, waiting to see what was going on.

While others were discussing something with great interest, it was not a good thing to interject in the middle of the way, and Wang Chi had just claimed to be a reader in the bookstore - in fact, this statement was quite suitable to disguise his true identity.

However, His Majesty, who often "discusses" with the ministers in the main hall of the council, does not like to steal words in the uproar. But as long as he is caught in the gap between speaking and can participate in group discussions, he can often grasp the key points of the topic in one sentence. Reverse the whole discussion and let yourself occupy the position of the main speaker.

"The beautiful words are crispy and delicate. Isn't it interesting to hear a lot of sounds that Kyoto can't be cultivated by the soil and water, and occasionally you can hear some sounds that Kyoto can't be cultivated? ”

In the hall, the voices of everyone were stacked to a boiling place, and suddenly there was an intermittent vocal blank segment, and the girl who sang was startled by the "hotly discussed" diners in front of her, and when she didn't come back to her senses, Wang Chi's voice came out thick and steady. At that moment, it was as if all the people in this room had been silenced in unison for a moment. It's all about waiting for his voice.

The environmental foil is just right, but it also makes this a sharp gap, and those diners who were talking about their own reasoning just now can understand it.

Wang Chi's words lifted the core issues discussed by everyone, and several people had already understood, but no one immediately answered, because in their opinion, Wang Chi Ruan Luo and his party were also very unfamiliar. And the reason why they were able to chew almost noisily just now was probably because they were acquaintances with each other.

Wang Chi didn't care about these details, or it should be said that the points he cared about were different. Being able to calm everyone in the hall for a while was what he wanted most.

His eyes quickly swept over several people in the hall, and he saw that they did not speak for a while. But the eyes that looked at him were full of words, with all kinds of doubts and suspicions, and Wang Chi only smiled slightly. His gaze paused on the old man Fuqin, who had been slightly drooping his skin wrinkled and loose since he entered the door, and seemed to deliberately avoid the attention of a stranger, and finally settled on the young and smooth face of the singing girl, and said with a soft smile: "What kinds of songs do you mainly sing?" ”

"Twisted cards?" The singing girl's voice was weaker than the singing voice, and she couldn't tell whether she was cowardly or didn't understand what she was holding in her throat.

Wang Chi stared for a moment. I picked out a few well-known music cards from my impression, and asked slowly: "'Jiangnan Six-character Beat', 'Easy Song', 'Beauty Ballad', 'Night Sleep Flower Drunk'." Can you sing these songs? If it's just a snippet of one of the songs. Yes, too. ”

In fact, in today's Kyoto, where business is very popular, as long as it is a profitable business, there is a chance to become bigger. And the most basic requirement for a business that can make people pay is to be able to please people's tastes, which naturally includes two aspects: spiritual and fleshy. And the singing that evokes people's souls is a kind of enjoyment that can please people's spirits.

In addition to a few big singing troupes who take turns to sing, appearing at the birthday banquets or wedding banquets of some wealthy families, there are also some scattered singers stationed in the scene, as long as the voice is born with a good voice, there is no worry about earning food and clothing. And in order to earn more, even the singers who have not undergone professional training will deliberately learn some passages from famous songs.

Wang Chi is busy with state affairs every day, and he only knows about some famous songs that are sung in Kyoto very well, and he has not heard every group completely. However, if it can be passed into the national government, so that he can still look at it and leave an impression in Baixi, that name is not light.

Wang Chi casually threw out these four sets of songs, each of which is a "big song" that shocked Kyoto and sang eight counties. And it just so happens that these four suites have their own representatives, with clear ideas but no overlap. He was just able to throw out these four sets of cards with ease, which made others more curious about his identity, and they were even more surprised in their hearts.

But I don't know, if the people around him who are looking at him with strange eyes know that he is also a slippery mouth, and he has not heard all of them--as the ruler of a country, he has not even had the time to listen to the most widely sung music in the capital where he sits--I wonder how these people will feel?

Wang Chi casually threw out the four groups of "big songs" in Kyoto, as if these songs that were sung in various buildings in Kyoto and were already very famous were just children's play that his naughty children often talked about, and they were familiar so they came at hand, and while surprising the diners in the hall, there were also a few people who gradually showed expectant expressions on their faces.

There are masters who choose songs here, and they choose the best songs, if the singer can really sing it, even if it's just a few fragments. With the excellent rhythm of these four famous songs, of course, it can provoke people's pleasant mood. If there is a moment, there is no need to be reminded. Naturally, there will be listeners who will pay for the reward as they wish.

And if this singer can't sing, she can't blame everyone. Until then. No matter how pitiful this girl is, others have no mercy to act, and there is no reason to blame, if you want to blame, you can only blame the person who took the lead in picking up the music card for being too tasteful, and it was he who crossed the threshold for this girl's livelihood.

However, the singer's next answer made everyone present stunned, and they forgot to speak for a while.

"Don't hide it from this old man......" The singing girl looked at Wang Chi with a smile, carefully holding the title. The little woman comes from a deep mountain and wild country, and she has never heard these songs you mentioned. ”

I've never heard it, so why do you talk about letting her sing?

In the hall where no one squeaked, only a few sighs came from the ground. No one spoke, as if to empty the room, which had been a little cramped by diners gathered around a long table.

Wang Chi was not surprised by the singer's reply, in fact, he would have asked this question in advance, mainly out of a temptation and the intention of excluding some possibility, and the sincerity of listening to the song was really shallow. Now that his first step has been achieved, it is natural for him to start his second step.

There was still a faint smile between Qi Ting's eyebrows. Wang Chi continued in a calm voice: "I forgot for a while, the girl is from the distant western Sichuan, and the famous songs of Kyoto are sung loudly. I'm afraid I won't be able to go there either. As the saying goes, 'one side of the water and soil raises one side of the people', if you put yourself in the shoes of the people, even if this kind of entertaining joy is passed to the west of Sichuan, the people there live a generally hard life, and it is difficult for anyone to enjoy this leisure. Therefore, even if these songs are spread in Kyoto, if you go to western Sichuan, I am afraid that it will be difficult to stop and sing in the end. ”

There are objective reasons why people in western Sichuan can't sing Kyoto songs. Wang Chi began to set up a stage for this singer who lacked skills.

Kyoto has the Son of Heaven in residence, and the living standards of the residents in Kyoto have gradually improved. But we must not forget that we were once as poor as the people in those remote towns. Songs are born of love, blaming people who have a difficult life for not being able to sing cheerful tunes. Maybe it's a big mistake. Wang Chi then began to pull the audience for the girl.

Although the singing girl will not know much on the music card, but she has traveled more than 1,000 miles from west to east, along the way, more or less honed a vision to read people and see things, after listening to Wang Chi's words, she hurriedly pulled her skirt and leaned over slightly, and said gratefully: "This old man can be so considerate, it is really a good person." ”

As soon as the word "great benevolent" was spoken by her, the corners of Wang Chi's eyebrows suddenly lifted slightly, and the waves rose slightly, so fast that there was no trace.

"But you have a good Kyoto accent, and you don't seem to have the slightest hint of Kawanishi habits." Wang Chi didn't say anything about the singing girl's gratitude, but suddenly said this sentence again. At first glance, it was as if he had made up for the half sentence that he had just finished.

Looking at the girl's face, there was a slight expression on her face, and Wang Chi continued: "It is also for this reason that I chose Kyoto's famous songs at the beginning, not intentionally to embarrass the girl, but I thought that since you can be so familiar with the Kyoto accent, even if you are not from here, you will be more familiar with this place, and then you can sing one or two Beijing songs." ”

Wang Chi's question didn't seem to mean much in the eyes of the diners who gathered around to join in the fun, but the other five people who came with Wang Chi were all suspicious at this moment.

Ruan Luo's impression of the western Sichuan accent is still stuck in the days when he lived with his father in the northwest camp of Biansai before the age of five, and since the age of six, after so many years of experience in life in different places, the memory of before the age of five has felt very faint. However, he believed that Wang Chi would say this at this moment, and he must have a certain conviction and certainty.

In those years, Wang Chi was still a border general, and when he was eating sand in northern Xinjiang, there were many people from western Sichuan in the military camp. Most of those men who were born as peasants, when the bandits in western Sichuan could no longer stay, they chose to run to the Wangjia Army camp in northern Xinjiang, which was closest to western Sichuan, but whose military salary was higher than that of the Sichuan State Army camp at that time, and after several years in the army, most of them became the backbone of the Wang family's army.

In the years before Wang Jiajun's counterattack on Kyoto, Wang Chi took care of and trained these poor-born soldiers very closely, so even if he never went to that place in western Sichuan for more than ten years, he definitely didn't forget those people and things so easily.

It's one thing to remember, but these memories are old after all, and at this moment, Wang Chi will suddenly take out this matter and talk to the singer of Sichuan West who is just meeting for the first time, it is very likely that it is for some reason or purpose.

Ruan Luo glanced at the two inner guards standing beside Wang Chi twice, and after observing the expressions on their faces. He was even more sure of this, but at the same time he could not get the details of the doubt.

The two guards quickly glanced at each other, and secretly said in their hearts: It's just a singing girl. It can't be such a coincidence, right? If there is suspicion, the more suspicious point is the old man who strokes the qin. But he only seems to have "exposed" a kick when he first entered the door. Since he came in, he has not moved half a step, and has not spoken half a word, and even his eyes have been lowered so that no one can observe, and he has not had a chance to observe in detail for a while.

The spirits of the two guards will become sensitive with Wang Chi's question, mainly because of the murderous aura in the Wolf Tooth Siege a few days ago. Among those killers, there are actually those who can sneak to the inner court. And also hurt the emperor's family, which made His Majesty very angry. Therefore, His Majesty has not slackened his efforts to send people to investigate in Beijing in the past few days, and he does not believe that those murderous thieves are really all dead in the black siege. It's not that he's not confident, it's that he's too worried about the safety of his family.

His Majesty still attaches so much importance to it, as a military guard beside him, he chooses a trusted attendant among the hundred, and they are even more slack.

These two masters in the palace have the confidence to guard the safety of His Majesty, not to mention that His Majesty himself is also a martial arts powerhouse with hard skills, but it is not difficult for them to find out soon that His Majesty has made up his mind on that pair of singing artists this time. I'm afraid it's not a simple desire to test martial arts and defeat martial arts with martial arts, but it seems that there are clues that need to be asked carefully, so that people must be patient.

"Good man, don't be annoyed. Listen to the little woman's explanation. ”

After a moment of panic, the singing girl regained her gentle and calm expression, and said slowly: "Although the little girl is from western Sichuan, she left her hometown very early, otherwise there would be no way for an old and infirm person like us to live. In the days when we left our hometown, our grandparents and grandchildren relied on playing the piano and singing all the way, and there was no way to actually learn from them, so we learned where to sing. Python Mountain, Zhongzun Ridge, Yedu, and some local dialects are spoken by our ancestors and grandchildren. Because of this, even if we are from a foreign land. It can also be used to reduce discrimination. But we still have more Kyoto dialect, because ...... Because you can earn several times more here than you do elsewhere......"

Words to the end. The singing girl seems to be talking about something in her heart that she feels ashamed to talk about, and her originally crisp voice gradually lowers and becomes hoarse, and the last few words don't seem to be clear.

However, Wang Chi heard it clearly, because when the girl said the last few words, she naturally changed from a Kyoto accent to a western Sichuan accent. Most people in Kyoto don't understand the western Sichuan accent, but Wang Chi is familiar with it, the girl's accent changes so quickly, but when he hears it, there is no weirdness in the slightest.

Wang Chi believed the singing girl's explanation with a trace in his heart.

After all...... He already had pity and apology for the people in that land, not only because it was the place where the ancestors of many old soldiers in the lineage army that his Wang family had spent a lot of effort to build were buried with hatred, but also because he had always firmly believed that it should also be the territory of Nanzhao, but now because of some immature conditions, he could only watch the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Que Ling Mountains and rivers being trampled on by a group of bandits.

But at this moment, the dialogue between him and the singing girl is not over, and he still needs to sink his personal feelings and continue to try.

However, when Wang Chi collected his mood and was about to carry out his third step of "cross-examination", with the long table in front of him as the center, he gradually gathered around the diners who were sitting in a large circle, and suddenly a person stood up. The man sat relatively far back, but he hadn't intervened much since the crowd was talking, but he was actually quite tall, so he suddenly stood up like this, which attracted the attention of many diners who were sitting casually at the long table next to him. Wang Chi also temporarily suppressed the words in his throat and looked at him a few more times.

I saw that this man had a fluffy and loose hair, and although he was tied with a cloth band, there were still a few short strands of unrestrained loose hair falling from his forehead, covering most of his eyebrows. Looking at his seemingly thick linen clothes, which are actually spun like a silk sieve, there are many holes on it that seem to have been broken by something, which makes his family even more bitterly cold.

Wang Chi's gaze finally paused slightly on the firewood knife he picked up from the foot of the table, and he couldn't help but squint slightly knowing that he was probably a woodcutter who made a living by collecting firewood.

Under the strict control of the city's iron restrictions, the supply of raw materials and the sales of finished products for casting iron utensils have been affected to a certain extent, and the cost has increased sharply under the control of the official binding force, so there are not many iron shops in the inner city. And in recent years, there are still some time-honored iron shops moving to outside the city. However, the demand for iron tools in the inner city is not large, and it is nothing more than a few kitchen knives and spatula. As a result, this kind of industry, which has become troublesome due to the restriction of railways, has not caused much trouble to the residents of Kyoto.

That's it. The blacksmith shop was mainly operated in small towns outside the city, so much so that many of the woodcutters who made a living from firewood in the city also moved out. People who do this business get hard-earned money, and it is good to save some working hours and earn more.

Looking at the dress of this woodcutter, in addition to being a firewood-gatherer, it should also be the kind of woodcutter who specializes in iron-laying firewood. Because the iron shop's requirements for firewood are slightly lower than those of the people in the city, they are less picky when collecting firewood. The most important thing is that the demand is high, so the young and strong woodcutters who are tired of bargaining generally go there to offer firewood.

It is not often to see them in the inner city; You can meet at the Minfang Small Wonton Restaurant, which has a very stable business environment...... Isn't he just living around here?

Wang Chi lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes seemed to fall into the tea soup that was only half a lamp left on the table in front of him, but in the middle of this, he had actually observed the woodcutter who looked young a few times from the corner of his eye.

After the unkempt woodcutter got up from his seat with his firewood knife, he first went to the counter of the wonton restaurant to store wine and clean bowls, paid the silver, and then took a detour to the table closest to the singing girl, and reached into his somewhat tattered placket. He took out another copper coin, gestured with a slight hesitation, and finally put the copper coin down.

"Even though I'm poor. I also do hard work all day long, but I still like to listen to cheerful tunes in order to keep my hope that I will live a good life like the people of Kyoto in the future. But now that you can't sing, I'll have to go. At this point, the unkempt woodcutter raised his face a little, but soon drooped it again.

He did this without any contempt, the purpose was very simple, but there was a hint of flavor. It seems that it is just to shake off the messy hair on her forehead and see the singing girl's face clearly before leaving. feasting his eyes can be regarded as compensating him for the value of the copper coin.

"You're not ugly. So I'll reward you with a penny. Finally he said this, and the unkempt woodcutter was finally gone. His steps were fast, as if a hole had suddenly been punctured in his back clothes, and he was ashamed to let people see a cloth coat that he was exposed outside the sackcloth and even more torn inside, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

The singing girl looked at the copper coin that the unkempt woodcutter had left on the table before leaving, and she couldn't help but be stunned, and she didn't reach out to take it for a long time. After a while, there was a faint flush on her cheeks, which were a little pale from eating and sleeping, and her spirit was no longer as calm as when she had just come in.

Although the frightened love was only revealed as subtly as spider silk, it still left traces on her face that could be seen at least with Wang Chi's eyesight.

Ruan Luo has already seen another problem in the scene, the unkempt woodcutter just now, whether intentionally or unintentionally, was dismantling and selling the stage of the singing girl, and when he left, he humiliated her in a subtle way.

Although the diners in the small shop were not as carefully observed as him, several of them had already restored the impact of the unkempt woodcutter's actions in the most simple and straightforward way.

There were already a few diners who hesitated and sighed and got up to leave, and looking at the girl's expression, it was estimated that they were about to turn around and leave the restaurant in embarrassment. The singing girl also has her own dignity, she would rather travel thousands of miles and work hard to live, rather than choose to sell directly and be trapped in the red shop, which illustrates this problem.

Ruan Luo's observations, Wang Chi also had in his heart, and he could feel more intuitively that the unkempt woodcutter had demolished the platform he had built, but this made him tug at the heartstrings that the singing girl had just loosened. Although the unkempt woodcutter walked fast, he still had time to see his stride clearly, and this time he could see it more clearly than the moment he observed the old man entering the door, it turned out that the woodcutter was also a warrior.

People with this martial art can easily enter any house to make a nursing home, and the work is easy, but getting a monthly amount of silver is no less than cutting a month's firewood.

Unless this person has a major defect in spirit or character, and it is difficult to get along with others, but looking at the process of paying the bill and then rewarding him just now, the order of his words, and the hand he took out of the money - although his clothes are shabby, there is no dirt in the cracks between his fingers and nails, and they are not shriveled and deformed-so Wang Chi does not think there is anything wrong with this person-

(To be continued)