Chapter Seventeen: An Amusing Incident

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  After having breakfast, Wei Zhao read books again. Little Xiang came back and forth in front of him with a broom. Wei Zhao pretended not to see her and turned the pages one by one.

  After a long time, Xiangqian finally couldn't bear it anymore, her small face slightly red as she leaned into Wei Zhao's ear and whispered: "Young Master..."

  Wei Xiao hummed softly in his nose, his expression unchanged as he licked his index finger and turned the page.

  The little girl's face turned even redder, she twisted her clothes corner, lowered her small head and didn't speak.

  Wei Zhao still ignored her, squinting his eyes to read a book.

  Xianglian secretly watched Weizao's reaction, seeing Weizao unmoved, suddenly pouting and humming: "Young master is a rascal."

  Wei Zhao turned another page, his expression unchanged, his throat emitting a stern voice "Huh? How are you talking?"

  "Hmph, lazybones, lazybones, just lazybones." Xiangqiang made a face at Weizao, swished her hips and ran out the door.

  Wei Zhong Yu Guang saw Xiang Qiang had really run away, his fingers touching his lips, and he couldn't help but whisper: "Really gone? This isn't the little girl's style!"

  Xiangxiang ran out of the door and was immediately pulled aside by Yu'er, who whispered something in her ear. Xiangxiang's face turned serious, nodding repeatedly with "en en en" and "o o o".

  Wei Zhao saw that Xiangxiang had not returned for half a day, and he was puzzled. Just as he was about to get up, the little girl ran back, staring with her big eyes and pouting her small mouth.

  Wei Zhuo remained still as a mountain, his index finger touching his lips, and then he turned another page.

  The little girl's silver tooth lightly ground, suddenly leaned in close to Wei Zhao's ear and whispered a sentence. Wei Zhao instantly gritted his teeth and hatefully said "you're ruthless", got out of bed, put on shoes, washed face, tidied up clothes, and walked towards the door.

  But in her heart, she had also made up her mind to experience a brief romantic encounter once and for all.

  Xiangliang's small face smiled slyly like a flower, jumping up and down behind Weizao, her little mouth humming and chirping as she sang something.

  He glanced at the self-satisfied little girl, with a look of anger on his face but warmth in his heart. He also vaguely guessed what the two little girls were thinking, probably that they felt he was too dull staying at home all day and wanted him to go out more often so as not to forget even the way back home.

  Weizao and Xiangqiang were walking slowly along the road, the Buddhist conference was extremely lively, directly boosting the small and large businesses of Jinling. On both sides of the road, small vendors were using ten times their usual energy to loudly hawk their wares, occasionally adding "the Buddhist conference is so-and-so" or "Yunfosi Temple this-and-that". For Weizao, who was extremely indifferent to material desires, although he watched with great interest, he didn't have the slightest intention of spending Xiangqiang's money to buy things. The little girl, although her big eyes were shining brightly as she curiously looked around, also didn't have any intention of spending money, and kept secretly glancing at Weizao, thinking that her young master's demeanor was extraordinary, far surpassing that of the Chu and Chen families by who-knew-how-many times.

  Some talented men and women glanced at Wei Zhuo, who was wearing a plain green cotton shirt, and their eyes swept over him without stopping. Occasionally, some sentimental young wives or unmarried ladies would pay more attention to him, but no one dared to approach him in broad daylight, let alone shout out to recruit a son-in-law.

  Wei Zhao didn't hold a folding fan, but instead had a string of over ten pearls in his hand, placed on his right hand like Master Yin Kong. His thumb kept flipping it. Matching that calm demeanor as always, if not for the black hair, he really looked like a monk.

  All the way, I heard many self-proclaimed geniuses arguing over this word and that sentence on the side of the road, their faces red with excitement, unable to convince each other. I couldn't help but stick my head out to take a look at the commotion, but in the end, I didn't say a word, nor did I nod my head, and calmly walked away.

  But what made Wei Zuo cry and laugh was that he actually heard someone shouting on the side of the road, "Wei Lirang's chess manual against Yin Kong, 50 cents", "Wei Lirang's poetry collection, 60 cents", "Wei Lirang's Yunfo Temple Poetry Collection, 80 cents"......

  He walked over in a daze, flipped through it, and was shocked to find that none of these had anything to do with him. Little Xiangxiang pulled on her sleeves and wanted to go reason with them, and also shouted at Weizao to report to the authorities. Weizao shook his head and dragged Little Xiangxi away. It should be a case of same name and surname, Weizao guessed in his heart. But as for the long-standing counterfeit industry, he really didn't have much confidence.

  It was after noon, but still early. The two of them strolled along slowly, one in front of the other, and were completely unnoticeable on the bustling street. Wei Zao occasionally asked Xiangqian to buy some small things with money, planning to play with them when he got bored later. He also remembered the "Wei Lirong Collection" from earlier, and suddenly thought that he must get one, otherwise many poems would be forgotten over time, writing them down was safer, lest he lose face in the future.

  It was still possible to hear the name 'Wei Liyuan', and someone pulled Wei Zhao to comment on a certain sentence or poem, Wei Zhao smiled calmly and responded with ease, unknowingly walking back to that tea house that gave people an extremely abrupt feeling.

  Wei Zhao looked at the high-rise buildings on both sides, and this tea house, which was obviously more than a story shorter, exchanged a glance with Xiang Qiang, blinked his eyes, meaning: Go in?

  Xianglian's big eyes blinked, and she nodded her small head heavily, meaning: Come in!

  With a handful of coins, courage and audacity are fully displayed.

  Wei Zhao nodded and walked in with big strides.

  The teahouse was still the same, crowded with people, all sorts of sounds rising and falling, filling the entire floor. On the high platform on the left, the storyteller was still there, but in front of him was no longer a square table, but a long bench-like long table, holding a wooden ruler, occasionally shouting loudly, slapping the wooden ruler, and occasionally speaking in a low voice with his eyes closed, mysterious and subtle.

  Wei Zhao walked a few steps, seeing that no one had discovered himself, and couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in his heart. Looking at the crowded people downstairs, he headed upstairs. The upstairs was only accessible to scholars and talented individuals, while "common guests" were not allowed. Wei Zhao brought Xiangqian upstairs to the second floor, where there were also many talented men and women, but they were all surrounding the center, loudly and fiercely debating something. Wei Zhao took a glance and sat down at a table by the side, from which he could see the storyteller downstairs without having to stretch his neck.

  Xiang Liang instinctively stood behind Wei Zhuo, looking at him with great interest. The little girl rarely left the house before, but after following Wei Zhuo for a few days, her horizons had broadened greatly. Among the maids in the Wei household, she was considered 'experienced and knowledgeable'.

  Soon, the diligent little boy with a towel on his shoulder and a teapot in hand came running over with a flattering expression. He put down the teapot, pulled out the towel and wiped the table clean, asking "What does the young master need?" These were naturally understood by Xiang Li, and Wei Zhao looked at the storyteller below who was speaking with flying spittle, and his mouth involuntarily curled up into a habitual smile.

  The old storyteller held the wooden clapper in his hand, stretched out his head, and slowly swept his gaze from left to right. His voice was intentionally lowered as he began: "Now, let us speak of Taizu, who stood alone against a million-strong army, calmly lifting his feet, his face unchanging..."

  Wei Zhao took the peanuts from Xiangliang's small hands, threw one into his mouth, chewed while smiling at the storyteller, and it was already possible to imagine what he would do next.

  As expected, the old storyteller slapped the wooden table and shouted loudly: "Only to see Taizu's loud roar, suddenly the wind rose, the clouds surged, the sky changed color, and the thick clouds rolled...".

  Wei Zhao couldn't help but burst out laughing at this. This was indeed more enjoyable and interesting than watching acrobatics or opera performances.

  Alone facing a million-strong army, tying shoelaces during battle, one loud shout and the winds change, thick clouds rolling?