You Are Not the Only Rich Chapter 141

The cleaned ball of fur was sent back by the Seven Deadly Shadow Guards. After Oliver received it, he wondered, "Did you drink?" Why does it smell like Huadiao wine?
"Chuck!" Maoqiu was in a bad mood. He twisted and turned and ran to the corner, squatted down and started to sulk.
It actually fell into the jar!
It's really worth a whole day of depression.
Oliver didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just when he was about to walk over and pick him up, Asher grabbed his son and threw him out of the window.
The fur ball draws a round parabola in the air.
The secret guard rushed down from the roof like a cheetah and caught his own young palace master steadily.
"...啾?" Maoqiu looked confused.
The secret guard felt a little sad. How could he be so devoid of father-son friendship? It was simply cruel and ruthless. This was something my wife had worked so hard to give birth to, and it was not easy. Moreover, if things continue like this, when the young palace master takes over in the future, the palace master will definitely be imprisoned in the woodshed, and even carving carrot flowers will become a luxury. I can't help but cry just thinking about it.
If that day ever comes, we will definitely not help.
"You threw your son out again!" Shen Xiaoshou protested.
"Yes." Asher nodded with a very nonchalant expression.
It's okay to say "hmm", but there is no fatherly love at all. Oliver expressed condemnation with his eyes.
"I want to take you out for a walk." Asher pinched his nose.
"Where are you going?" Oliver asked.
"Let's go for a walk in the city." Asher said, "We won't find anything new if we stay here. We can go out to relax and have dinner at the same time."
"Alright." Oliver thought for a moment, "Should we invite the Seventh Absolute King to join us?"
"Brother Mu is the emperor of the Qi Jue Kingdom. How can we do whatever we want when we go out with him?" Asher said, "Just the two of us, don't bring our son with you." Very coldly.
The secret guard lay on the roof and eavesdropped, making Dandan feel uncomfortable.
Why don't you take the young palace master with you? We also want to go shopping.
But this wish obviously would not come true, so the mascots had to hold the little phoenix and watch their Palace Master and his wife leave the door.
Unlike the towns they had passed through before, most of the people in Sunset City were from military camps. Even the women, children and the elderly were capable and strong. In addition, although they could speak some Chinese, it was not their mother tongue after all, so they would not be too interested in the gossip of the Chu people - or in other words, they would not be too interested in the round-tailed flower demon Shen Xiaoshou. As for their own God of War King and Vixen Queen, they would still chat about them with great interest after dinner, and sigh about some advanced foreign sentences such as "a perfect match".
So this time when they saw the two of them walking hand in hand on the street, the two of them just smiled and nodded in greeting without showing much excitement. At most, they just marveled in their hearts at Shen Xiaoshou's appearance, which was really lovable.
There are many beauties in this world, but not many are likable. For example, Yin Wushuang, although her appearance is worthy of the word "beautiful to the end of a country", her temperament is too cold, which only makes people feel distant; for example, Ye Jin, although he also has a good appearance, if anyone dares to praise him in person, he will probably be knocked down by a pack of medicine, which is very cruel. Oliver is different. On the one hand, he has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and he smiles all day long, has a pleasant voice, and wears a clean and refreshing white dress. No matter where he is, he will attract others to look at him more. No wonder Asher is always thinking about where to hide him.
"What do you want to eat?" It was already not too early, Asher rubbed his head.
"Let's not go to the restaurant." Oliver said, "There is a snack market in front, let's go there and eat!" Just thinking about it makes me feel very comfortable.
Asher nodded with a smile and took him to the market.
The weather was getting a little cooler at night, so they sat at a small stall and ordered two bowls of mutton wontons with chili and sesame oil. After finishing one bowl while it was still hot, even their faces turned rosy.
"So spicy." Oliver took a deep breath.
Asher pinched his mouth and pulled him to buy red bean rice cake. The stall owner was a middle-aged woman who obviously liked Oliver very much, so she picked out the best-looking piglet from the bamboo steamer, wrapped it in leaves and handed it to him.
"Thank you." Oliver took a bite and was about to find something to drink when he caught a glimpse of a child out of the corner of his eye.
The child was a little beggar. He was squatting in a corner, looking at the two people stealthily.
"I ---" Before Oliver could speak, Asher had already bought a bag of rice cakes and ordered a few steamed buns nearby.
Seeing the two people coming over, the little beggar was a little scared at first. Just when he was thinking about running away, Oliver had already handed him the rice cake.
The little beggar shook his head and hugged his knees tightly with his hands.
Because of the language barrier, Oliver had to ask for help and look at the people around him. An enthusiastic stall owner ran over and said, "This baby can't speak, and I don't know where it came from. It has been begging for food at the market for several days."
Not a local? Oliver was a little surprised, and looked at him carefully, and found that his features did not look like those from the Western Regions, but rather looked like a child from Middle Earth.
"I guess it's because I'm not hungry now." The stall owner added, "There are many people selling food here. Seeing how pitiful the little baby is, I prepare some food for him every day. At least it can fill his stomach."
Oliver nodded and said to Asher, "Otherwise... take it back first."
"Take him back?" Asher said, "You want to give him to Brother Mu?"
"You look like you're only about ten years old, and you're still mute. You can't keep begging for food." Oliver said, "Even if you work as a handyman sweeping the floors in the military camp, it's better than wandering outside all the time."
Knowing that he was always kind-hearted, Asher nodded in agreement. He reached out to pull the little beggar up, but the other party jumped up as if frightened, turned around and rushed into the crowd in a few quick steps, as if he had seen a ghost.
Oliver:...
Asher turned his head in confusion, "Do I look fierce?"
Oliver shook his head, then thought about it and nodded again, "If it were Brother Ye instead, the consequences would definitely be different."
Asher:...
"Don't worry, sir. He will definitely come back tomorrow." said the stall owner nearby, "otherwise you will go hungry."
"Do you know where he lives?" Oliver asked.
The stall owner shook his head and the people around him looked confused, obviously none of them cared about this issue.
"There are many empty houses in the city." Another person said, "Because the number of garrison troops is not fixed, when Sunset City was built, a number of extra houses were built. Most of the empty houses are in the west, and the children just now must be the same. Live in that area."
"Is that so?" Oliver said, "If the child comes again tomorrow, please try your best to persuade him to come to Anping Palace to find me."
The people nodded again and again and had a better impression of him. He is good-looking and kind, no wonder it is said that a picture of him can be sold for a sky-high price.
The two of them walked around the market for a while, and when it was completely dark, they held hands and returned to their residence. When he went to bed at night, he thought of the little beggar, and Oliver even wondered if he would go to the market tomorrow. But at dawn the next day, a secret guard came to report that there was a little beggar crying at the gate.
Oliver originally wanted to stay in bed for a while, but after hearing this, he hurriedly got up and went to check what was going on with Asher. Because it was still early, there were not many people on the street. The child from yesterday was squatting in front of the door, his little face dirty from crying.
"What's wrong?" Oliver hurried out.
"Master Shen." The guard only had time to say hello before the little beggar rushed up, obviously trying to pull Oliver away.
Asher squeezed his shoulders, his expression a little cold.
"Don't scare him." Oliver said.
"Stand still." Asher let go of his hand.
As expected, the child stood where he was, obediently motionless.
Oliver was a little surprised. Can he hear it?
Asher sneered, "It seems that he is not dumb either."
The child's expression froze and he stopped crying. He kept looking at the two of them carefully.
"Are you here to see me?" Oliver asked.
The little beggar nodded.
"What's the matter?" Oliver asked again.
The little beggar glanced at Asher, obviously afraid to speak.
"You don't need to pay attention to him." Oliver comforted, "Just pretend he doesn't exist."
Asher twitched the corner of his mouth and pretended it didn't exist? !
"My, my second uncle is sick." The little beggar spoke fluent Chinese. He was indeed a child from Chu State. "Please save him, sir."
"Your second uncle?" Oliver said, "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes." The little beggar nodded, "When we were in Anyang, our family was selling portraits of young masters."
Oliver:...
Asher held back his laughter.
"Young master, please save my second uncle." Seeing the two men standing there motionless, the child cried out "wow" again and fell to his knees on the ground.
"You get up first." Oliver said, "You can save people, but at least explain the matter clearly first."
Asher pulled the child up and took him into Prince Anping's palace.
Inside the courtyard, the little phoenix had also woken up and was squatting on the table, eating breakfast. The big phoenix was squatting on a branch, its tail feathers gleaming, its eyes full of contempt.
"Chuck!" Maoqiu raised his head and protested angrily while eating - he ate all the beef in the rice while he was still asleep. It was really annoying!
The big phoenix had a cold look on its face, and continued to look at its brother with an expression like "I'm so gorgeous, why do I need to eat?", and it was obvious that it didn't intend to admit it.
Furball was aggrieved and angry. He stretched out his little wings to protect the bowl and continued to eat hard.
When will I grow up?
It's really annoying.
The little beggar followed Oliver into the courtyard and was surprised by the shining golden phoenix on the branch.
"Chirp." Furball also raised his head and looked at the child. He felt that although he was a little dirty, he could still play with it, so he spread his short wings in a friendly manner.
But the little beggar didn't see the ball of hair at all, and just kept looking at the big phoenix with his mouth wide open.
...
Little Phoenix immediately became unhappy. He jumped off the table and ran into the house, where he squatted in his den and concentrated on being angry.
The big phoenix gave a clear chirp, then spread its wings and flew into the sky, obviously not interested in the dirty children.
"This is...Phoenix?" The child's eyes were full of envy.
"Yes." Oliver ordered the secret guard to bring breakfast, "First tell me what happened."
"I'm from Anyang." The child organized his speech, "I followed my second uncle to do business with Mao Zi."
"Rakshasa Kingdom?" Oliver frowned slightly.
The child nodded, "Yeah."
"Selling Ling'er's portrait?" Asher asked.
The child shook his head quickly, "No. Originally my family sold portraits in Anyang, and the business was very good. But later many calligraphy and painting shops also started selling them. They not only sold ordinary portraits, but also ones that could spit fire and water. They were very interesting, so we couldn't compete with them."
Oliver:...
The secret guard shook his head on the roof, he couldn't argue with this, he was totally lost. Don't you know how to draw some people stepping on auspicious clouds, or making wind and rain? That will definitely fetch a big price.
"Later, when I saw that the portraits couldn't be sold, my second uncle said that he would take the northwest trade route and start a porcelain business with Mao Zi." The little beggar said, "I followed him to the northwest."
"How is business?" Asher asked.
"We didn't start it at all," the little beggar said. "As soon as we arrived at Maozi's place, we were robbed by robbers. My second uncle and I fought hard to escape. We got lost again and almost died in the desert."
"Then you came to Sunset City?" Asher asked.
"Yes." The little beggar nodded, his eyes red, and said, "Please help my uncle, sir. He is seriously ill and had a fever last night. I... I really don't know who to find. I can't understand what they are saying."
"Go and have a look?" Oliver asked Asher. The kid didn't sound like he was lying. Although the people of Qijue knew some Chinese, they usually spoke the local dialect, so it was normal that he couldn't understand.
Asher nodded and went out with the secret guard.
"What little beggar?" Mu Hanye was eating breakfast. He was a little surprised after hearing the guard's report.
"I don't know either," the guard said. "I only heard from the gatekeeper that the little beggar came to the Anping Palace early in the morning, and was later brought in by Master Shen and questioned for a few words, and then the group left again."
Mu Hanye shook his head, "That's not kind. You didn't call me."
"I don't know what it is. Why do I have to call you?" Huang Daxian helped him to serve a bowl of vegetable soup. "Drink."
Mu Hanye:...
"Don't eat meat all day long." Wong Tai Sin frowned.
Mu Hanye said affectionately, "There aren't many vegetables in the desert, so naturally I have to leave them to Ah Huang."
"If you don't finish eating, you can't go out today." Wong Tai Sin put down the bowl.
Mu Hanye's expression was worse than death.
Wong Tai Sin remained unmoved.
Mu Hanye had no choice but to pick up the bowl and drink it down like drinking medicine. There was a relative lack of water in Sunset City, so only the drought-resistant ground vines grew vigorously. Although it looked beautiful in green, the taste was really not that good, comparable to traditional Chinese medicine.
"Go ahead." Only after seeing him drink a bowl of soup did Wong Tai Sin agree to let him go.
Mu Hanye complained quickly in a low voice, "Cruel Demon Queen."
"What?" Wong Tai Sin felt like he was hallucinating.
Mu Hanye said seriously, "I didn't say anything."
Wong Tai Sin: ...
"Let's go." Mu Hanye decisively changed the subject, "Let's go find Brother Qin together." His expression was very serious.
"Mu Hanye." Huang Taixian gritted his teeth.
"Huh?" King Qi Jue's expression was innocent, his eyes full of innocence.
Wong Tai Sin picked up a spoon at the side and knocked it down with a clang.
The room suddenly became silent.
...
After a while, the guards of the Qijue Kingdom watched their king and queen go out, their expressions a little puzzled.
The weather is not hot, so why does the king wear a big hat when going out?
I can't figure it out...