The young Taoist priest had a cloth bag slung across his shoulder, his face filled with joy and curiosity, his phoenix eyes looking around curiously.
This pair caught the attention of Zhou Shaoyu and Xie Zhaozhao.
It wasn't just the stark contrast in their clothing that was striking; more importantly, it was the child. If Princess Jiutian were still here, he would be about the same age.
Zhou Shaoyu and Xie Zhaozhao immediately took hands and chased after them closely.
Before they even got close, they saw a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes walk out from the red-sleeved pavilion beside them. The woman was waving a fan in her hand, and the fragrance was overwhelming.
"Oh my, this lad is really handsome! Young master, would you sell him?"
The woman squatted down in front of the young Taoist priest, carefully examining him. Suddenly, she slapped her head. "Oh dear, I was so blind! This is a little girl! She's so pretty. Would she like to learn to dance from Aunt Hua?"
The young nobleman ignored her completely and led the young Taoist priest into the restaurant next door.
Before entering the building, I bought two steamed buns for the young Taoist priest from a roadside stall and handed them to him. The young priest happily accepted them and said, "They're delicious."
Aunt Hua: "..."
Zhou Shaoyu and Xie Zhaozhao followed them into the restaurant.
The young nobleman ordered four dishes and a bowl of soup from the shopkeeper, and also asked for a jar of wine. He asked the shopkeeper for a small bowl, poured out a bowl of the Ziying egg drop and dried shrimp soup, and handed it to the young Taoist priest.
The young Taoist priest ate a small bowl of Ziying egg drop and dried shrimp soup, munching on two steamed buns with great relish.
The young nobleman, without any modesty, ate all four dishes and soup with elegant manners, and also finished a jar of wine.
Zhou Shaoyu and Xie Zhaozhao also ordered some dishes. They sat at a table not far away, observing each other discreetly, both wondering: Could this be Jiutian?
The young master was eating and drinking heartily, while the child only drank a little soup and ate two steamed buns. The scene was so bizarre that almost everyone thought the child must be a beggar that the young master had picked up.
Aunt Hua followed again, unwilling to give up, and asked the young master, "Young master, name your price, sell it to me? I promise you won't suffer a loss."
The young master didn't even glance at Aunt Hua, and simply said, "Not for sale!"
"Why not sell? You're someone of extraordinary status, what's the point of bringing a beggar along?" Aunt Hua said with a smile. "The price is negotiable..."
"Not for sale!"
The young master spoke again, his tone very cold.
"Tch, I don't know where you picked this up. If you don't sell it to me, are you planning to raise it and then sell it for a higher price? I'm not trying to be mean, but you're way too stingy. This child is only three or four years old, right? You eat and drink well yourself, but you only give the child a pancake to eat. You're too heartless!"
"Not for sale!" the young nobleman said again. "What I eat and wear is none of your business."
Before Aunt Hua could say anything more, the little Taoist priest spoke up, his sweet, childlike voice melting hearts: "Auntie, you should go home quickly, your house is on fire."
When Aunt Hua heard what the young Taoist priest said, she stomped her foot in anger and said, "Look at your mouth, you're just talking nonsense! No wonder you only get to drink soup and have no good fortune!"
He left in a huff.
The young Taoist priest was still puzzled: "Why doesn't she believe it? Her house really did catch fire."
The young nobleman said, "Don't worry about it."
Many people nearby looked at the two children, one big and one small, and shook their heads: "Sigh, what kind of people are they? They live in luxury, but feed their children coarse food."
"What else? Not their biological child, just a beggar they picked up."
Ignoring their chatter, the young master finished his meal and paid the bill. Before he even stepped outside, cries of alarm rose and fell: "Fire! Fire! Help put out the fire!"
Everyone in the shop quickly left. Zhou Shaoyu also led Xie Zhaozhao out. Bei Chen slapped the silver on the counter and chased after the two people, one big and one small.
For some reason, I felt that the young Taoist priest looked familiar, and I wondered if he might be Princess Jiutian.
Yu Chanzi is a Taoist priest, and it's possible that Jiutian is also dressed as a junior Taoist priest.
Upon exiting the building, they saw a raging fire engulfing the Red Sleeve Pavilion not far away. The girls inside were running out, wailing and lamenting, explaining that they hadn't had time to hand over their money.
There are many shops next to the red-sleeved signboard. Now the wind is from the southeast, and with the wind, it quickly set fire to several houses next door.
The streets were in complete chaos.
Yun Yuan, Bei Chen, Dong Yue, and Xi Luo hurriedly escorted Zhou Shaoyu and Xie Zhaozhao away.
In the chaos, the two figures, one large and one small, that Zhou Shaoyu and Xie Zhaozhao had been staring at disappeared in a flash.
"Bei Chen, Dong Yue, Xi Luo, quickly find those two, one big and one small, and see where they went! Catch up with them and ask that little Taoist priest if he is Jiu Tian?"
Xie Zhaozhao was so anxious that she lost her voice.
The three of them quickly went out to search. Xie Zhaozhao and Zhou Shaoyu had no mind to return to the inn and also hurriedly searched along the main street in the crowded flow of people.
After the fire was extinguished, the group gathered together and all shook their heads.
The two people seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.
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