"Storytelling? Are you sure? ”

Qin Hanyang asked in amazement, he hadn't taken a sip of the tea he had just picked up, and then hovered in mid-air until it slowly became cold.

"That's right, I just told two little stories to Weng Lao's granddaughter, and I didn't do anything else." Wang Chuan spread his hands.

Looking at his appearance, Qin Hanyang did not doubt that he had him.

Although he didn't understand very much, a poetry meeting prepared by Weng's Mansion decided that the two leaders of the poetry and tea were actually going in to tell stories to their daughters...... Is this reasonable?

"Have you ever seen Weng Lao?" Qin Hanyang suppressed his thoughts and continued to ask.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan nodded, picked up the general situation of his meeting with Weng Lao, and gave a rough idea.

After listening to this, a smile appeared on Qin Hanyang's face, and he heard Elder Weng's appreciation for him from Wang Chuan's relay.

And let him go to Wengfu again tomorrow, this is a clear proof of appreciation.

Seemingly...... Not bad.

Qin Hanyang smiled faintly, put the herbal tea in his hand aside, patted Wang Chuan's shoulder, and praised:

"You've done a good job, the gang has given you a lot of credit first, and then it's still the same as the previous strategy, and you don't need to do anything deliberately.

It's still the same sentence, just do what you have to do, since Weng Lao's daughter likes to listen to stories, then you can tell her a few more. ”

Wang Chuan: "......"

He looked at Qin Hanyang with a strange expression, and said secretly in his heart: This is what you ordered, and it has nothing to do with me.

Seeing that his eyes were wrong, Qin Hanyang couldn't help but cough lightly.

"Don't worry, our Qinggang never paints cakes, if you do this well, it will be a great credit."

？？？

Isn't this a pie?

Wang Chuan tugged at the corners of his mouth and asked bluntly: "Helper, the question is how long it takes, I can't always be a teacher for a little girl in Weng Mansion, right?" ”

This is what he is most concerned about, although Weng Shuang's little girl is so foolish, and she is very obedient when she first comes into contact, but this is always a waste of time.

"Don't worry, it won't be long." Qin Hanyang narrowed his eyes and said lightly word by word.

Wang Chuan looked at his side face, only to feel that the temperature in the room seemed to drop by three points out of thin air.

At this moment, for the first time, he felt a different but familiar temperament from Qin Hanyang's body.

That is the temperament that belongs to the leader of the underground giant forces in Chang'an.

No matter how kind and approachable Qin Hanyang is, he has always had only one identity known to everyone.

The mysterious leader of the Green Gang.

He has never been a good stubble, Wang Chuan suddenly felt that the green clothes he was wearing were a little dark in color, deep like a ball of blood.

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In the next two days, Wang Chuan's life was monotonous and uneventful.

After he finished eating in the morning, he would practice the Blue Sea and Blue Heaven Technique to increase his qi and blood, and after an hour, he would enter the Weng Mansion under the secret protection of the Qing Gang brothers.

In Weng's mansion, Wang Chuan would pick out some stories in his head, as well as interesting anecdotes about Chang'an, and the bloody past between underground gangs, and tell them to Weng Shuang.

Obviously, Weng Shuang is most interested in the latter, and every time she hears it, she clenches her fists excitedly and is excited.

Every time she was excited, she would beg Wang Chuan to take her out to play, but she would always be rejected mercilessly.

After leaving Weng Shuang's place, Wang Chuan would go to Weng Lao's courtyard to make a pot of tea with the old man and discuss tea ceremony skills.

The relationship between the two became more and more familiar under such circumstances.

"The purple clay pot you mentioned earlier, I sent someone to ask, and there are skilled old craftsmen who are willing to give it a try, but they don't dare to pack a ticket and say that it will definitely be burned." Weng Lao smiled.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan took a sip of tea and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, it's not difficult to make a new pot, it's a meticulous job, since you have found a good craftsman, the rest is nothing more than a matter of time." ”

"Hahaha, if you say this, the old man will be relieved, but it's just ......"

Boss Weng laughed a few times, then approached Wang Chuan, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "You can't tell anyone about this.

I know that you have a close relationship with Zuo Shilang of the Criminal Department and Li Siye, the Guozijian Prison, but this purple clay pot must be the only one for the old man. ”

After that, he patiently explained, "The old man is not a broomstick, he knows what it means for the new tea ceremony, but a few days later......"

"So that you can always show off?" Wang Chuan took over the conversation and looked at him with disdain.

Seeing this, Weng Lao couldn't help but blush, and his expression was sneering.

Wang Chuan wondered and asked: "I said, you can't get out when you're old, even if you have a new pot, who will you show it to?" ”

At this point, Elder Weng let out a long sigh.

"How could the old man not know? But the things above the temple are so simple.

The huge Chang'an City, although there is a place for the old man, but what is the difference between it and Fan Cage? ”

"Elder Weng, be free and free, why bother to be trapped?" Wang Chuan was puzzled.

"It's a good free man, but it's a pity that he doesn't take it with him, some people don't want to see the old man leave this courtyard.

Even if the old man leaves, it is just a change to another courtyard, and now there are two groups of people in the temple, both of whom want the old man to go to their courtyard to sit, but one group of people agreed, and there is always another group of people who are unhappy. ”

Weng Lao squinted, he looked at Wang Chuan, and couldn't help but look at nostalgia.

It's good to be young, young and crazy, fresh clothes and angry horses!

If he was thirty years younger, the party struggle above the temple at this time would have already become a three-legged trend.

It's a pity that he's old.

Weng Lao's figure suddenly stiffened a little, he took a sip of tea, and then murmured:

"I'm old, my hair is gray, I don't have a few years to live, and the momentum of my youth is gone.

The only concern now is Frost, and I hope she can stay away from these intrigues and factionalities. ”

"Why don't you leave Chang'an?" Wang Chuan asked softly.

Weng Lao smiled, his eyes playful, and seemed to reveal a hint of mockery.

"Chang'an is a huge whirlpool, if you roll too deep, you will be trapped to death, and you can't walk if you want to."

With deep exhaustion in his words, he slowly closed his eyes, and the snoring gradually sounded.

Wang Chuan fell silent, he didn't continue to speak, got up and saluted respectfully, and then left behind the butler.

When he approached the gate of the mansion, the master butler of the Weng Mansion suddenly showed a heartfelt smile and said to Wang Chuan sincerely:

"Thank you."

"Huh?" Wang Chuan was stunned.

"The lord hasn't said so many words for a long time, and the old slave can see that the lord appreciates the prince.

In the past few years, due to some well-known reasons, the old man's students have rarely come to visit, and the old man is actually very lonely. The butler lowered his head and said softly.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan fell silent again.

He didn't come to Weng Mansion for a short time, only three days, but he was sure of ......

This pair of grandfathers and grandchildren is really a very pitiful person.

At least, Wang Chuan thought so.

Squeak.

There was a thud, and the door opened.

Wang Chuan stepped out silently, and when he stepped out of the door with one foot, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and said to the housekeeper:

"There are a few words, and I thank you for bringing them to Weng Lao."

"Childe, please speak."

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin. The moss marks are green, and the grass is green. There is a great deal of talk and laughter, and there is no vain correspondence......"

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