Chapter 201 Ancient Literature (IV)
Chu Yun was so embarrassed that he wanted to die. Even though he didn't understand, he could tell that the master and servant in front of him were laughing at him. Unfortunately, the numbness in his legs had not yet gone away, and he couldn't stand up.
Fulai laughed enough and turned around to mount his horse, but when he looked back, he found that the young master and the little beggar had not moved.
The young master squatted beside the little beggar. His beautiful hands, which were touching the brush and ink, touched the little beggar's snow-white ankle, and he asked gently:
"What's wrong? Can't you stand up?"
The sky was falling. This little beggar was not only deaf, dumb, and stupid, but he was also a cripple who couldn't even stand up?!
Chu Yun felt his ankle touched by a cold hand. In this hot weather, he really wanted to cool down, but he was dirty and faced with such a person who was as gentle as the breeze and the bright moon. He felt a little embarrassed and pulled his calf back.
"Don't move."
Fu Lai came over and said, "Sir, is this a lame man?"
"no."
Fulai immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They thought that Tingzhuyuan didn't need a useless person who could do nothing.
Chu Yun recovered and tried to stand up, then was taken to the front of the carriage.
Both the master and the servant saw the surprise in the little beggar's eyes. He stared at the carriage with bright eyes, and his curious eyes were as clear as a child's. He touched it curiously with his hands, and even wanted to touch the horse pulling the carriage out of curiosity.
He was stopped by the young master.
"A frightened horse can hurt you."
I don’t know if the little fool really understood or what, but he just put his hand down and stopped touching things.
The third young master entered the carriage first. Fulai sat in the front shaft and controlled the reins. He was not paying attention and almost let the little beggar slip in.
"Hey hey hey... This is the carriage the master rides in. You sit outside."
The little beggar blinked.
"You! Can't go in there! Do you understand?!"
Fulai was gesticulating and talking loudly, and Chuyun understood.
——Don’t let him in.
But the front shaft of the cart doesn’t even have a seat cushion, it’s all made of wood. How can his butt feel comfortable when it gets bumpy?
Chu Yun wanted to sit in the carriage. The carriage had a simple design. He saw that it was not spacious but not cramped either. There were no overly complicated decorations. It was fresh and elegant inside, and it was definitely more comfortable than outside.
Chu Yun was used to a good life and didn't want to suffer, but since he would be living under someone else's roof in the future, it would be better for him to be obedient. He didn't want to be kicked out by someone who was disgusted with him.
So Chu Yun obediently sat down in the front, and his round and soft body pressed against the shaft of the cart, which was indeed very uncomfortable.
As soon as Chu Yun sat down, the curtain of the carriage at the back was lifted up.
"Fulai, let him in."
"Sir! This is against the rules..."
"fine."
Fulai was moved again. The young master was so kind to the servants. He turned to the little beggar and said:
"Go in, you are kind-hearted..."
This time the little beggar was not stupid. He seemed to understand it immediately. Before he finished speaking, the boy got into the carriage.
Fulai:......
Chu Yun sighed comfortably as his butt touched the soft cushion. Rich people really have a good life. The outside of the carriage was completely different from the inside.
After feeling comfortable, his stomach started to feel uncomfortable. There was a plate of milk cake on the desk in the carriage. It was not so warm, but the sweet smell occupied Chu Yun's entire mind in this small carriage.
The man in green clothes had not looked at him since he came in, and had been looking down at the chess pieces on the chessboard.
Chu Yun didn’t know how to play Go. He looked at it for a long time but still couldn’t understand it, which made him even hungrier.
He saw that the man in green didn't eat the cake and just left it there. He was secretly worried that it would not taste good if it got cold...
He said shamelessly:
"I...I'm hungry. Can I have some milk cake?"
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Duan Fuqing was disturbed by a fragrance, which seemed to have been there since the little beggar came in.
He rubbed the pads of his fingers with the hand holding the chess piece. He had just done the same thing when examining the little beggar's ankle, and his fingers still seemed to retain an indelible softness.
It must have been wandering for a short time, as its body is clean and free of mud.
The chessboard was in chaos, and by the time he came to his senses, his army was already in disarray.
He had never done such a thing before. Even if he pretended to be kind and charitable, he would never let a beggar into his carriage, but he did so at this moment.
Duan Fuqing almost wanted to pry open his head to see if there was water inside. He didn't want to pay any more attention to this little beggar and would send him to another courtyard when he returned home.
But the next second, a strange and soft voice sounded. Duan Fuqing looked up. The little beggar could speak, but he couldn't understand a word of his incoherent words.
Duan Fuqing was fluent in Mongolian, Tibetan and Sanskrit, but he just couldn't understand what the little beggar was saying.
He frowned. "What? Explain clearly?"
The little beggar was also a little anxious, his face still red, and he mumbled something else.
Duan Fuqing was sure that this did not belong to any dialect of the dynasty.
The little beggar covered his stomach and pointed at the milk cake.
Duan Fuqing understood. He understood that she was hungry. He pointed at the plate of cakes and said:
"Want some milk cake?"
The little beggar in front of him nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, just like a little child, and secretly swallowed his saliva.
Duan Fuqing was in the mood to tease the beggar. He was bored in the car, so he took out a steamed bun and handed it to the beggar:
"Are you hungry? Eat."
He pretended to misunderstand the little beggar to see his reaction.
Sure enough, the little beggar babbled, pointing at the milk cake and shaking his head at the steamed bread.
Duan Fuqing held back his laughter. He was a picky beggar, quite interesting.
He continued to pass the steamed buns to the little beggar. The little beggar was disgusted with the buns. His face was full of expressions, and he frowned and curled his lips at the buns.
Duan Fuqing kept teasing the little beggar and kept giving him steamed bread. Finally, the little beggar seemed to realize that he would not give him milk cake, so he sat down with a wronged look on his face, took the hard steamed bread, and opened his mouth to bite it.
But Duan Fuqing took the steamed bread away and stuffed the milk cake into his hand. The little beggar looked delicate, with white skin and soft body. The steamed bread was made of rough bean flour, and he was worried that it would damage the little beggar's throat.
Chu Yun had no hope anymore. He might not be able to eat the milk cake. The man in green clothes in front of him was too stingy. He kept pointing at the milk cake but always gave himself the steamed bread.
Chu Yun was so angry that he wanted to cry, but he held it back. After so many worlds, he was no longer the crying Chu Yun, he was the counterattacking Niu Hulu Chu Yun.
It is better to have something to eat than nothing. Keep the money in your pocket for emergencies and don’t touch it. A steamed bun will fill you up.
He was about to eat the steamed bread but it was taken away and milk cake was handed to him instead.
Chu Yun was happy. He was not a vengeful person, and the man in green clothes in front of him took him in.
He smiled at him and said thank you. The man in green clothes didn't understand what he was saying, so he shook his head and continued playing chess.
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