Wang Chuan didn't know what she was thinking, he walked directly towards the two of them, and then sat on the stone bench.

Anyway, that's what Qin Hanyang told him, he did what he had to do, isn't that just the same as usual?

After he sat down, the two people opposite him stiffened, and their faces were full of surprise.

This...... What is this operation?

Uninvited?

The thin maid standing beside Weng Shuang was the first to react, she raised her eyebrows, glared at Wang Chuan and said:

"You're really a good person, you don't have ...... rules"

Before the last word could be spoken, Wang Chuan suddenly spoke out and interrupted: "Why don't you even have a pot of tea?" ”

Little maid: "......"

Her eyes flashed, and she said loudly: "Eh, I said, you are still a wicked person who sued first, did my young lady ever let you sit down?"

You're just coming to your master's house, and you're so unruly......"

"What? Knowing that the guests are coming, they don't even prepare a pot of tea, this is the hospitality of Weng Mansion? Wang Chuan interrupted again and asked with a frown.

As soon as these words came out, the thin maid was suddenly speechless, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

She was angry and annoyed, looked at Wang Chuan with an unkind expression, and finally could only stomp her feet and complained: "Miss, I don't think this person is a genius." ”

"Don't talk."

Weng Shuang didn't care about her, her two eyes kept staring at Wang Chuan's waist with great interest, and at the same time waved her hand and said:

"Xiaoting, hurry up and pour a pot of tea for Wang Gongzi."

Xiaoting: "......"

She almost thought that her ears had misheard.

Xiao Ting looked down at Weng Shuang and said anxiously, "Miss! ”

"Hurry up."

"Oh." 、

Xiao Ting pursed her lips, lowered her head and replied softly, her eyes aggrieved.

But she still glanced at Wang Chuan hatefully, and snuggled her chin defiantly.

Seeing this, Wang Chuan smiled slightly, and then said slowly: "Then those melons, fruits and pastries." ”

"You!"

"Listen to Wang Gongzi." Weng Shuang continued.

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Ting's shoulders suddenly drooped, and her heart became more and more aggrieved.

After she walked away, Weng Shuang suddenly leaned towards Wang Chuan's side, looked excited, and said in a very low voice:

"Are you a knife?"

Hearing this, Wang Chuan was stunned for a moment, and glanced at her with strange eyes, and then he said:

"How is that possible? Of course not. ”

As he spoke, he lifted his shirt, revealing the steel knife hidden at his waist.

Hearing his answer, Weng Shuang was originally disappointed, but then she covered her mouth in surprise and her eyes widened.

"What are you doing!"

Before she could speak, Xiao Ting's voice sounded from behind Wang Chuan.

She carried a plate of pastries, walked quickly between the two, protected Weng Shuang behind her, and stared at Wang Chuan vigilantly.

"Phew, you disciple!" Her talent can only see behind her back, and she will inevitably think too much.

Seeing this, Wang Chuan didn't bother to explain, just picked up the pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, while muttering:

"I have to say, although you little maid has a bit of a problem with her brain, she ......"

Ignoring Xiao Ting's gaze as if he was about to kill, Wang Chuan continued: "It's quite competent. ”

Hearing this, Weng Shuang stuck out her tongue, then pushed Xiao Ting's body away, and explained: "Oh, Wang Gongzi is not the kind of person you think, Xiao Ting, step down." ”

"Miss, I don't think he's a good person." Xiao Ting said in a low voice.

Wang Chuan listened to her say bad things about herself to her face expressionlessly, and he didn't have any ideas.

Weng Shuang, who was sitting opposite him, glanced at him secretly, his eyes moved down slightly, and his little heart beat three points faster inexplicably.

Isn't the one who carries a knife with him a good person?

Weng Shuang didn't know, but what she knew for sure was that it was really cool!

She knew Wang Chuan's identity, and she was involved in the underground gang, so she must have seen blood, maybe she would ...... Killed.

This is not the same as those people I have seen before, although those weak scholars occasionally wear a sword, but I am afraid that they dare not even kill a chicken.

Wang Chuan is not like this, he is real!

Thinking like this, Weng Shuang became more and more excited, and ...... Wang Chuan also has a poetic talent that even his grandfather praises.

Well...... Poetic talent.

Weng Shuang's face flushed slightly, and she asked in a low voice, "I heard that the night you participated in the poetry meeting, you stayed directly in Piaoxiang Garden." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Chuan instantly felt that the pastry in his mouth was not fragrant.

Damn it! Who is making this rumor about him?

Is he Wang Chuan that kind of person?

"I'm a serious person." Wang Chuan swallowed the pastry and said solemnly.

"Really? But I've heard that people outside are saying this, it's groundless, it shouldn't be fake, right? Weng Shuang looked suspicious.

"Miss Weng, you must know that excellent people are easily envied, and jealousy will make people go crazy, and they subconsciously want to discredit me.

It seems that they will only be happy if they create a few stains on me. Wang Chuan Zhengse explained.

Hearing this, Weng Shuang waved his hand and said, "You can call me by name, my name is Weng Shuang, what do you say...... There is a little bit of truth in that.

So where did you stay that night? ”

"Fragrance Garden."

Weng Shuang: "......"

Xiaoting: "......"

The atmosphere in the small courtyard fell into an eerie silence for a while.

Co-authored, you have said all the words, right?

Seeing this, Wang Chuan coughed lightly, and explained without blushing and heartbeat:

"Ahem, I did stay overnight, but I didn't do anything that night, just told a few stories to the sisters of Piaoxiangyuan."

"Huh? Do you also tell stories? ”

Weng Shuang became more and more curious about Wang Chuan, and she continued to ask, "What story are you telling?" ”

"That's a long story...... At first, there was a rich boy named Jia Baoyu......"

This lecture is half an hour.

Only Wang Chuan's voice kept sounding in the courtyard, and Weng Shuang and Xiaoting got together, listening attentively, already immersed in the story.

Moreover, both of them had two tear stains on their cheeks, obviously crying a lot.

It's no wonder, who made Brother Baoyu cry so well?

"It's miserable, it's really miserable." Weng Shuang wiped her tears and said intermittently.

Wang Chuan didn't feel anything, watching such a big reaction between the two, there was no fluctuation in his heart.

Is this story tragic?

"Why don't I tell you something else?" Wang Chuan asked tentatively.

Hearing this, Weng Shuang raised his head, looked at him with teary eyes, and said, "Then will this story be miserable?" ”

"Rest assured, it's definitely not miserable."

Wang Chuan assured him solemnly, and then cleared his throat, Xiaoting immediately poured him a cup of tea, very discerning.

After drinking, he said slowly: "The protagonists of this story are the Supreme Treasure and the Zixia Fairy......"