Fop In Town Chapter 8

The human world, after you go down the back mountain, is the human world. The thatched houses of ordinary people, the fences of ordinary people, the chickens, ducks, cows and sheep of ordinary people.

The two of them did not bring any servants with them, but used their body skills to travel a thousand miles a day, and only chose prosperous big towns to stay.

I once met a beggar somewhere. He had one eye and a lame leg, and his arm was broken. All he had was a broken bowl and tattered clothes. He had lived in a dilapidated temple for years and years, and he smelled bad. People avoided him as much as possible, let alone giving him a few copper coins or a hot meal.

Liam said to him: "There are ten thousand taels of gold and silver under the big locust tree in the eastern suburbs of the city, enough for you to heal your hands and feet and enjoy food and clothing for the rest of your life."

The beggar kowtowed and thanked them again and again, and he kept knocking his head until they were out of sight.

"He is destined to face nine disasters in his life. If he survives this one, he will be rewarded with a title of nobility, a prime minister, or even an emperor in the next one. Why do you want to change his horoscope now, letting him enjoy a comfortable life early and have to pay for it in the next life?" Leo hated his willful behavior.

"The world is full of karma. There will be no wrong cause and no wrong retribution. In this life or the next, he will eventually experience happiness and suffering. I just reversed the order. He still has the cause and effect. How can you say that I harmed him?" Liam didn't care. "I only told him that there was gold and silver. Whether he took it or not, it was up to him to sow the cause and effect."

Leo just fell into deep thought and stopped arguing with him.

Outside the capital, the thousand-year-old imperial capital is extraordinary with its dragons and tigers crouching.

Liam thought of the prince who used to fight crickets with his but.t sticking up and the princes who competed for wealth in the streets. Unknowingly, hundreds of years had passed, but the city walls were still as majestic and tall as ever.

"How about being a mortal for once?"

"No problem." Leo nodded in agreement.

"Then it's settled, you are not allowed to use magic." Liam continued to press forward.

"What if it is used?" Leo raised his eyebrows.

"If used, let the other party deal with it as they wish." Liam smiled gently, in the mood for a game.

"It's a deal." After saying that, Leo started to walk into the city. Liam caught up with him and asked, "Does the Fox King have any silver?"

"No." He paused and turned his head to look at him, "Where is the Second Prince?"

With a wry smile, he put on a relaxed face: "I'm afraid the second prince of heaven and the king of the fox clan will have to eat the food given to them in this mortal world."

He pointed at the city gate and said, "Look, this place is great. There are many people and the sun is shining. Let's settle down here. We can sit here until the evening and maybe we can each get a hot meat bun."

Leo didn't say anything, but glanced at Liam out of the corner of his eye.

Liam spread out his fan to block his contempt: "I know you will definitely not agree, but now you have no money, how will you stay and eat in the city?"

Leo looked at his jade-like fan with a landscape pattern painted in gold, and pursed her lips. Her bright golden eyes melted the ice and snow as she smiled and said, "Can I borrow the Second Prince's precious fan for a look?"

Liam thought to himself that this was not good. He wanted to hide but there was nowhere to hide.

So, after entering the city gate, the Second Prince and the Fox King went straight to the pawnshop.

The prosperity of the capital city is far beyond comparison with other places, and both sides of the road are crowded with all kinds of gadgets.

As the crowd walked aimlessly, I picked up two items of cosmetics, flowers, hairpins, etc., and an aunt in green and red coat came over and pulled her sleeves to solicit business: "The young master's wife is so lucky, such a good character and so considerate. Look at this phoenix hairpin, it's a new style worn by the queens in the palace, and the girls like it very much. Can you buy one for your wife? I guarantee she will like it!"

Liam looked at Leo beside him with a smile: "My wife is simple and doesn't like these things."

She picked up a white orchid and put it to her nose and sniffed: "I would like to buy one for him, but I'm afraid he will be unhappy and won't let me get close to him anymore."

The aunt smiled and said, "You have worked hard to find a wife like this. Now take a look at this bone hairpin. Isn't it simple enough? Even a young man can wear it. If your wife doesn't like it, you can keep it for yourself."

Liam bought it and said, "Okay. I'm sorry for taking so much trouble, Auntie. I'd like to thank you on behalf of my wife."

She took the hairpin, turned around, curved her eyebrows and smiled at Leo: "Do you think it's good?"

The Fox King snorted coldly, turned around and walked forward.

He hurriedly chased after him, poked his head out and asked knowingly: "Are you angry? Why are you so easily angry? I will apologize to His Majesty the Fox King right now, don't be angry, okay?"

Leo made up his mind to ignore him, and stopped in front of a calligraphy and painting stall to ask a scholar who was studying hard: "Can you paint a fan?"

The scholar raised his head and answered stammeringly: "Writing is fine, as for painting..."

"Then write one."

Liam saw that his pair of bright golden eyes were only looking at the calligraphy and painting behind the scholar, and his face was serious. He couldn't help laughing in his heart, but was afraid of making him angry, so he had to endure it. His dark blue eyes did not miss any change on his face.

The scholar held the pen and asked Leo: "What do you want to write?"

"......" Leo was speechless. It was just a spur of the moment thing, and there was no special meaning. If you really want to ask what he meant, he couldn't really say it. He turned around and wanted to ask Liam, but Liam just smiled, clearly meaning to stand aside and watch.

Leo had no choice but to say to the scholar: "It's up to you."

The scholar thought for a moment, and then he finished a fan painting in one stroke. After drying it, he handed it to Leo, but Liam snatched it away and took it for himself: "Since it's for me, you should let me see it first."

There were a few lines of black characters written on the fan with a white background:

If you have never felt lovesickness in your life, then you will feel it and suffer from it.

The body is like floating clouds, the mind is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer.

There is a lingering fragrance in the air.

Where is the wealthy traveler going?

When the symptoms come, it is time.

When the lights are half dim and the moon is half bright.

He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then took the bamboo fan in his hand and folded it one by one, clenched his fingers tightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up: "I accept this great gift."

The dark blue eyes were absent-minded for a moment, and then instantly regained their elegance.

We found an inn to stay in. The waiter said there would be a lantern festival tonight, which was very beautiful and we might as well go and take a look.

Liam found it curious, and when it got dark he couldn't wait to take Leo out to admire the lanterns.

There were more people on the street than during the day, and everyone was smiling. The red lanterns made their faces even happier. The treetops and houses were hung with lanterns of all colors, some in the shape of zodiac animals, some in the shape of flowers and birds, and some in the shape of people. When several lanterns were put together, they became stories of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea and Chang'e flying to the moon. Riddles were set up at the street corners. If you guessed correctly, you would receive a small gift. It was a happy occasion, but the purpose was just to make everyone happy and the country peaceful and prosperous. Naughty children were playing with rabbit lanterns in the crowd, their laughter lost in the bustling crowd.

Walking down a street, every house on the street has a hexagonal palace lantern hanging high. A woman wrapped in gauze and with delicate makeup on leaned against the window and looked down lazily. Just then a gust of wind blew, and the scented handkerchief in her hand fluttered down on the shoulder of the young man. The young man took the handkerchief and looked up, half covered with a round fan, his eyes were secretly sending, his white teeth bit his red lips lightly, and his voice was like a nightingale chirping: "Young master, you took my handkerchief..." Then he walked into the door foolishly, and a fat woman with pearls and jade on her hair came up with a strong fragrance: "Cuicui, there is a young master looking for you!"

I only regret that the spring night is too short, and I don’t realize that I have put all my wealth into the red gauze tent.

"No wonder people say people are prettier than flowers." Liam waved his fan and smiled upwards. All the beautiful girls in the building lost their minds and rushed forward waving their handkerchiefs to show off.

Leo took a glance and said, "Then you can stay here."

Liam shook off all the eager gazes and approached with a drooling face, and put one hand on Leo's waist and kneaded it: "If you want to stay, of course you should stay together. I heard that this place has special things that can make you...well...ecstasy..."

Leo froze, struggled hard to break free from his hand, and strode forward without saying a word.

Liam laughed loudly, attracting a lot of sidelong glances from passers-by. But he didn't care, and laughed even more smugly, being mistaken for some unscrupulous and unfilial son of a prince.

After laughing enough, I realized that the person had already disappeared into the crowd and could not be found anywhere.

Holding the fan in his hand, a chill ran through his body, so cold that the corners of his mouth remained upturned, but he could not help but recite a spell. His dark blue eyes gradually turned blue, motionless, concentrating on searching for the white figure.