Chapter 878 Habit
I met him the year before last; he's a benefactor.
The two words have been vaguely intertwined in his mind lately, without forming a clear impression.
But when she said it so accurately and confidently, I suddenly felt that my vague suspicions over the past few months had become a fact.
The shopkeeper stood there, speechless.
"If you waive the bill for this meal, I'll tell you, that 'noble person' is the real scoundrel." Fangyue looked at him calmly, as if she saw through him. "Have you consulted all sorts of deities? Is there something wrong with your ancestral graves?"
The shopkeeper's tongue was dry, and he nodded repeatedly, "That's right, that's right. I went back and even found a master to move the grave, and I also dealt with the feng shui of the ancestral home. As a result, my wife and children all fell ill. It was only after we changed masters that we found the reason, which was that the ancestors did not want to move the grave."
His expression grew increasingly grim, and he almost burst into tears. "The series of events over the past few months have left me unsure of who to trust."
Lord Zhao gestured to the seat next to him, "Please sit down."
"Okay, thank you." The shopkeeper bowed respectfully before sitting down beside him, looking quite reserved.
After calming himself down, he regained a bit of his composure. The man in front of him looked extraordinary, and everyone in the room was different from ordinary people.
Now he no longer believed his own judgment, but when he walked into this room, his eyelids, which had been twitching for months, stopped twitching, and he felt much more at ease. They were definitely not those kinds of charlatans.
He told himself to trust them this once and for all.
There's nothing left for him to deceive.
“We came to your tavern today on a whim, by sheer coincidence. Otherwise, we would never have interfered in this matter.” Lord Zhao looked at his face. “If you were not an upright person, we would not have asked about it either.”
The word "integrity" struck a chord with him. Several times during these days, when he felt he couldn't hold on any longer, he told himself that he believed God would not let down kind and honest people, and that God would definitely be on his side, which is how he managed to get through it.
The shopkeeper stood up and bowed, "Thank you, thank you, young master."
His voice choked slightly, "What am I supposed to do about this? My child caught a cold and still isn't better. I really don't know what to do..."
“Junior brother, would you be willing to offer a few drops of spring water to make a good deed?” Lord Zhao lowered his eyes. “Otherwise, that child might not be able to make it.”
"..." Song Chunxue was surprised. "It's that serious? I remember you said that the spring water is very precious... Since it's the eldest senior brother who asked, I'm naturally willing."
She looked at the shopkeeper, worried that they didn't believe a few drops of water could be so potent.
"Just three drops, no more, so I have to bring it to the child's lips, otherwise three drops won't even be enough to moisten the cup."
The shopkeeper was overjoyed and wept, nodding repeatedly, "Alright, alright, whatever you're willing to do."
Holding the money bag, he said, "Moreover, I was quite satisfied with the tavern's value at most four hundred and fifty taels. You are truly my benefactors. I thank you in advance."
As he spoke, the shopkeeper lifted his robes and knelt down, one knee already on the ground.
"No need, no need. A man's knees are worth gold; he only kneels to heaven, earth, and his parents. We cannot accept such a grand gesture." Lord Zhao helped the man up. "Junior brother, you go and make the trip. We'll wait for you here."
Although Song Chunxue thought to herself that her senior brother was really testing her, not even letting her finish her meal.
But the eldest brother was doing it for her own good.
Moreover, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Those who can access the divine spring water must be in imminent danger, so every moment saved is precious.
"Alright, shopkeeper, lead the way. Let's go now." Song Chunxue looked at the cook outside the door. "These dried bamboo shoots are quite good. I'd like another plate."
The cook looked at the shopkeeper.
"Eat as much as you want, just cook a few more of our signature dishes, serve our benefactors well, and we'll give you money when we get back." The shopkeeper smiled broadly.
The cook replied loudly, "Alright, I'll go right away."
After the group dispersed, Lord Zhao picked up his chopsticks and said, "It seems that the innkeeper is a kind man. Otherwise, his cook would have left long ago. How could he have stayed with him until now?"
Fangyue laughed and said, "If he weren't a kind person, how would he have met Senior Brother?"
"Tsk, you'd better just speak normally. Don't flatter me, it's uncomfortable to listen to."
Fangyue grinned, "I'm being sincere. Senior Brother is kind-hearted. He's only standing by because the time isn't right yet. When the time comes, you'll speak up."
She stood up, holding her wine glass. "I misunderstood you before. I've been estranged from my senior brother for so many years. I'm sorry, Fangyue apologizes to my senior brother."
Lord Zhao pressed his palm down. "Sit down, don't try that."
Master Han spoke up, "He means to get practical, not just talk."
Fangyue smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Han. I understand."
"..." Lord Zhao looked helplessly at Daoist Han. How come he didn't know?
...
That evening, Song Chunxue told Xie Zheng everything that had happened during the day.
Xie Zheng listened very attentively, responding to every question with a gentle tone and focused expression. He would even prepare snacks for her.
In the past, Song Chunxue rarely had the interest to talk to anyone about what she saw and heard, but with Xie Zheng, she really wanted to tell him something.
Once you start talking, it's hard to stop.
She then realized that speaking was more strenuous than practicing swordsmanship. By the end, she felt a little tired and lazily leaned back on the couch, looking at Xie Zheng.
"Recently, I've learned to slack off and delegate tasks to my subordinates to conserve my energy. I'll also be visiting Lord Zhao's residence tomorrow. Do you have any objections?"
"Huh? Why would you have an opinion?" Song Chunxue asked curiously why he would say that.
Xie Zheng took out a box of rouge and gave it to her with a gentle smile, "I was afraid you'd get tired of seeing me all the time."
It's strange that she, as a woman, could hear such things.
Xie Zheng is simply amazing.
She laughed uncontrollably, "You're so funny."
Leaning on his shoulder, Song Chunxue opened the rouge. "So, you gave me this because you think I'm not pretty enough without makeup?"
"No, I know you like looking at these things, whether you use them or not depends on your mood." Xie Zheng gazed intently at her face. "Haven't you noticed you look better than before?"
"..." She blinked, feeling sweet and a little shy.
Lord Xie would always say something like that out of the blue, even though Song Chunxue knew she was quite ordinary.
But after hearing it many times, she stopped feeling that they were mismatched, just like before.
Whether you're a good match or not is for others to say; only you know how you should get along.
She thought that meeting someone she longed for on her spiritual path was a blessing from heaven.
The next day.
She arrived at her senior brother's house early, drank some good tea, watched the chess game, and then went to the kitchen to cook.
It's rare for me to cook, so I'm a little rusty.
She loved Lord Zhao's kitchen so much that she thought she would have one just as big and ingeniously designed to suit her taste.
Just before the meal was about to be served, the cook said that Lord Xie had brought his colleagues and asked her to take a seat at the front.
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