Chapter 17 Interesting Facts

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After breakfast, Wei Qiao read the book again, and the little girl Xiangling dragged the broom, going back and forth in front of him. Wei Qiao pretended not to see it, turning the book page by page.

After a long time, Xiangling finally couldn't bear it anymore, and her little face was slightly red to Wei Qiao's ear, and she whispered: "Young master......"

Wei Qiao made a 'hmm' sound in his nose, and his immobile index finger touched his lips and turned another page.

The little girl's face was even redder, twisting the corners of her clothes, and her little head was lowered and she didn't speak.

Wei Qiao still ignored her, squinting his eyes and reading a book.

Xiangling had been secretly watching Wei Qiao's reaction, and seeing that Wei Qiao was indifferent, she suddenly pouted and chirped: "Young Master Laipi." ”

Wei Qiao turned another page, his expression did not move, and his throat said majestically, "Huh? How to speak? ”

"Hmph, Lai Pi Lai Pi, it's Lai Pi." Xiangling grimaced at Wei Qiao, twisted her waist, and ran towards the door.

Wei Qiao Yuguang saw that Xiangling had really run away, his fingers were touching his lips, and he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Really gone?" Isn't this the surname of the little girl? ”

Xiangling ran out of the door, and was immediately pulled aside by Wan'er, leaning her small mouth into her ear, and muttering quietly. Xiangling's little face was solemn, and she kept mmmmmmm

Wei Qiao saw that Xiangling hadn't come back for a long time, and he was puzzled, and just about to get up, the little girl ran back again, staring at her pretty eyes and pouting.

Wei Qiao didn't move like a mountain, his index finger touched his lips, and he turned another page.

The little girl's silver teeth were lightly grinded, and she suddenly leaned into Wei Qiao's ear and whispered. Wei Qiao suddenly gritted his teeth and said hatefully, 'Count you ruthless', got up, put on shoes, washed his face, tidied up his clothes, and walked towards the door.

But I also made up my mind to have a spring outlet.

Xiangling's small face was like a flower, jumping up and down behind Wei Qiao, humming and singing something.

Wei Qiao glanced at the smug little girl, who looked angry on the surface, but warm in her heart. He also vaguely guessed what the two little girls were thinking, probably because he felt that he was too dull to stay at home all day long, and wanted to let himself go out for a walk more, so as not to even know the way home.

Wei Qiao and Xiangling walked slowly on the side of the road, and the Buddha Conference was very lively, which directly drove the big and small transactions in Jinling. On both sides of the road, small traders and vendors used ten times their usual strength to shout loudly, adding from time to time 'On how the Buddha Conference is' or 'Yunfo Temple Yunyun'. For Wei Qiao, who is extremely indifferent to material requirements, although he looks at it with relish, he doesn't have a little money to buy things. Although the little girl also had big eyes shining and looked around on both sides curiously, she had no intention of paying for it, and kept secretly looking at Wei Qiao, feeling that her young master's bearing was extraordinary, many times better than that of the Chu and Chen families.

Some talented and beautiful women who went back and forth saw Wei Qiao dressed in a blue ordinary cloth shirt, his eyes swept over and never stopped, occasionally having an amorous young woman or a sad young lady to pay more attention to his eyes, but no one mustered up the courage to talk in broad daylight, let alone shouting to recruit a son-in-law.

Wei Qiao didn't take a folding fan, but he had an extra bracelet strung with more than a dozen beads in his hand, and he kept turning his thumb in his right hand as Master Yinkong learned from it. With the usual indifferent appearance, except for a black hair, it really looks like a monk.

Along the way, I heard many self-proclaimed or personal talents, on the side of the road on this word, that sentence was red-faced, inseparable, can't help but also stick out their heads to look at the excitement, but in the end they didn't say a word or shake their heads, and walked away indifferently.

But what made Wei Qiao cry and laugh was that he heard someone shouting on the side of the road, 'Wei Liyuan and Master Yinkong are playing chess games, fifty texts', 'Wei Liyuan's poems, sixty texts', 'Wei Liyuan's poetry anthology, eighty texts'......

He walked over in amazement, opened it and looked at it, and was surprised to find that none of this had anything to do with his money. The little girl Xiangling pulled her sleeve and was about to go over to theorize, and she yelled at Wei Qiao to report to the official. Wei Qiao shook his head and dragged the little girl away. It should be the same word and surname, Wei Qiao guessed in his heart. But he really doesn't have much confidence in the long-standing piracy industry.

The discussion of Buddha was after noon, it was still early, and the two walked slowly, one after the other, in the bustling street. Wei Qiao occasionally asked Xiangling to pay for some small things, planning to go back and fiddle with them when he was bored. Thinking of the 'Complete Works of Wei Liyuan' just now, he suddenly thought that he had to make one, otherwise many poems would be forgotten after a long time, and it would be safer to write them down, so as not to make a fool of himself in the future.

can still hear the name of 'Wei Liyuan', and some people pull Wei Qiao to comment on a certain sentence and a poem, Wei Qiao always smiled indifferently and dealt with it calmly, and before they knew it, the two of them walked to the teahouse that gave people an extremely abrupt feeling.

Wei Qiao looked at the high-rise buildings on both sides, this teahouse that was obviously more than twice as short, and glanced at Xiangling, his eyes blinked, meaning: Go in?

Xiangling's big eyes also blinked, and then nodded his little head heavily, meaning: Enter!

Holding more than a dozen coins in his hand, he was bold and arrogant, full of courage.

Wei Qiao said 'um', clapped the board, and strode in.

The teahouse is still the same teahouse, overcrowded, and all kinds of voices are suppressed and frustrated, and the boiling fills the entire floor. On the high platform on the left, the storyteller is still there, but there is no longer a square table in front of him, but a bench-like long table, holding a startling wood in his hand, shouting loudly from time to time, patting the shocking wood, and glaring in a low voice from time to time, the mystery is hidden.

Wei Qiao walked a few steps, and when he saw that no one found him, he couldn't help but feel relieved. Looking at the crowd downstairs, he walked upstairs. The upstairs is only allowed by scholars and beauties, and 'laymen' are not allowed. Wei Qiao took Xiangling to the second floor, and there were many talented people and girls on the second floor, but they were all gathered in the center, arguing loudly and fiercely. Wei Qiao glanced at it, and sat down at a table next to it, so that he could see the old storyteller below without sticking his head out.

Xiangling instinctively stood behind Wei Qiao and looked at it with interest. The little girl rarely went out of the house before, but she followed Wei Qiao for a few days, but her knowledge has increased greatly, and among the maids in the Wei Mansion, she is considered to be 'well-informed'.

Soon, the diligent child trotted over with a towel on his shoulders and a teapot on his face, put down the teapot, took out the towel and wiped the table, and asked with a flattering mouth, 'What does Childe need?' ’。 These are naturally Xiangling's attention, Wei Qiao looked at the old storyteller who was foaming at the bottom, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but put a smile on his customary surname.

The old storyteller held the shocking wood in his hand, stretched out his head, his eyes slowly moved from left to right, and his voice was deliberately lowered, "Anyway, Taizu is alone, with a million troops opposite, calmly lifting his shoes, and his face does not change......"

Wei Qiao took the peanut sent by Xiangling's little hand, threw one into his mouth, and while chewing, he looked at the old storyteller with a smile on his face, and he could already imagine what he would do next.

Sure enough, the old storyteller suddenly slapped the shocked wood and shouted: "I saw Taizu shouting, and suddenly the wind surged, the sky changed color, and the thick clouds rolled ......."

Wei Qiao couldn't help laughing, this is indeed better and more interesting than juggling and singing.

Facing an army of millions alone, tying your shoes when you fight, shouting that the wind and clouds are changing, and the clouds are rolling?