Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 174

Zhang Fengci couldn't explain himself even though he had a lot of mouths to speak of, and the blame was firmly put on him.

Even Liu Dianyi, the oldest member, advised him, "Don't argue with a child. If you have something to say, talk it over nicely."

Oh my God! He deserves to die unjustly!

Who is it that doesn't want to say something nicely?

She cried whenever she wanted, and he had to comfort her, and then he had to endure this kind of slander.

Who owes whom between them?

Is he looking for someone to pay off his debt, or is he looking for a living ancestor for himself?

Zhang Fengci was in a bad mood. He sat there sulking for a long time, scolding every dog ​​that passed by.

The child, who had a comfortable sleep in Zhang Fengci's house, was very happy. He carried two large food boxes to Lianyintai to deliver the meal.

The handsome Uncle Feiming looks handsome today too.

The children didn't quite understand what the troupe was singing in the yard, but when they finished, they immediately clapped their hands: "Great!"

Huang Xiao burst into laughter and ran over to ask, "What's good? Do you understand?"

"No," the child said honestly, "I don't understand, but I think it's good. It's really good. The gestures you just made were so beautiful."

Huang Ti was very happy: "You really have good taste. Everyone says that we dance better than we sing."

Huang Xiao: "Idiot, how can you say such a thing out loud? It's so embarrassing."

They are opera singers, so the most important thing is of course singing. What's the use of having a good figure? This is not dancing.

Huang Ti realized it belatedly and said, "Yes, I forgot.

Don’t tell anyone, or we’ll be kicked out.”

He looked at the child and gave him instructions seriously.

Huang Xiao: ...

"Are you really my brother? Why do I feel like you're not?"

Huang Ti was shocked: "Isn't that so? But how come we look exactly the same?"

Child:……

The child thought he was stupid, but there are even more stupid people.

The people from the troupe wanted to come over, but when they heard their conversation, they turned around and went somewhere else. They all seemed very busy.

Only Feiming came over, touched Huang Ti and Huang Xiao, who were doubting their past, and gestured for them to go play somewhere else. After watching them run away, he said to the children:

"Little girl, don't listen to their nonsense. If you can't sing as well as others, then you can't sing as well as others. This is a well-known fact. There is nothing to hide. You are lucky to be able to come to the palace this time. If you can't stay here one day, it won't be because of this."

After all, they were invited here because of their good figures, but there was no need to tell her that.

Feiming picked up a food box, and the heavy weight made him frown slightly.

The child seemed to understand what he said, but didn't pay much attention to it. Seeing him frown, he asked considerately, "Is it heavy? Let me get it."

Feiming avoided her hand and picked up the other one as well: "It's not too heavy, let me take it. If you're not busy, come in and sit for a while and have some tea before leaving."

The costumes for opera singers are not light, and singing and dancing is also a physical job. This amount of effort is nothing to Feiming, and he frowned not because of this.

After making a cup of tea for the child who had followed him in, he asked, "Why are you here again? Where are the servants and maids who brought us food?"

In fact, he wanted to ask her if there was no one available in the palace, and why a little girl had to carry food for more than a dozen people around.

But he knew he couldn't ask that, so he had to swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

The child was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and said vaguely:

"They... were busy with something else. They let me come because I wanted to. What do you want from them?"

Feiming looked at her evasive eyes and suddenly he had some... understanding.

He smiled with curved lips:

"No, but aren't you tired?"

The child shook his head: "No, I'm very strong!"

Although the power of stepping stones is very deceptive, it can indeed make children stronger and do many more good things.

Seeing Feiming seemed unconvinced, the child pointed at the stone locks left behind by the previous group of jugglers and said, "Really? I could get several of these."

Before Feiming could say anything, the child had already picked up the largest stone lock, threw it high up, and then caught it in his hand: "See, I was right, the food box is much lighter than this."

Feiming was stunned: "I didn't realize you were so powerful. Put it down quickly and don't hurt yourself."

No matter how strong you are, it won't feel good if that thing hits your head.

Unless she has some kind of iron head skill.

Feiming: "Are you the Jianghu person who used to live here?"

Child:……

"I'm not, I'm an alien."

Feiming: "Ah, I know that. The government has been recruiting strangers. I heard they pay them money. It doesn't matter what your background or gender is. Even slaves can be renounced. Why didn't you go?"

The child heard that he meant well and told the truth: "I used to stay in the military camp for a while, but then I went crazy and had to leave. An Changshi brought me here as an indentured slave. It's a way to make a living. I can earn some money to live on."

Fei Ming was a little surprised and said, "Crazy? I think you are sane and clear-headed, you don't look crazy."

Although throwing stone locks and such was a bit... her behavior was quite organized, and she didn't seem crazy at all.

The child scratched his face and said, "I don't think I look like him either, but there's always someone I imagined talking to me. This can't be called normal."

Fei Ming didn't ask any further questions. He just showed a look of regret and said soothingly, "It's better to leave the military camp. That kind of place is full of swords and guns. It's too dangerous. It's better to work steadily for others. Are your parents here with you?"

Child:……

Can't you just not ask this? It's so troublesome to talk about it.

But now that we’ve come this far, it would be bad if I didn’t say anything.

So the child told his tortuous life story again, and even talked about many things that happened here, and finally said:

"It's nothing, actually. I've already made up my mind. When I'm older, have paid off my debts, and saved enough money, I'll take Nangua and Aunt Yu to the imperial capital to find my master and the others.

Oh, by the way, did I mention Pumpkin? That's my cat. He has a squishy face, not very pretty, but very cute. A lot of people like him. We always feed him, so he's fat. His belly is so soft and nice to touch. Do you like cats?

I can bring it in to show you. The cooks in the big kitchen don’t like it very much because it sheds hair and may soil the food, but I can bring it in secretly and send it out again…”

The child liked Feiming so much that he had a lot to say when he saw him. He talked for a long time until his throat was dry. Then he realized that Feiming's expression had changed from smiling and listening at the beginning to a dazed and dull look, as if he was in a trance.

The child closed his mouth, took a big sip of the cooled tea, and looked at Feiming's face and said, "Am I talking too much?"

Feiming still sat there without saying a word.

The child couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and scratched his head.

On second thought, if someone talked to me so much in one breath, I would definitely be distracted, right?

"Oh, it's time for you guys to eat. I won't disturb you. Just leave the dishes there. I'll come back to clear them away later."

The child found a way out for himself, but after I finished talking, he still didn't respond, so I could only leave in frustration.

She hasn't come yet!

The child thought angrily.