He was so unyielding that Ning Xiu could only reply: "The eldest princess said that you are not suitable for the capital..."
"Bah!" Yang Shu said unceremoniously, "I was born and raised here, so why am I not suitable? Wandering around like you, I can't get used to that kind of hard life!"
"But you are too wild-tempered..."
Yang Shu sneered: "How could I be wild? If I am not doing well now, how could I be wild?"
Ning Xiu shut up again.
"Tell me! What are you plotting? Why do you want to send me there to suffer as a Taoist priest?"
"You don't have to become a monk, but senior brother has not become a monk."
"Is this the point?" Yang Shu almost jumped up.
But this time, no matter how angry he was, Ning Xiu just didn't answer.
Yang Shu was so angry that he said: "... Gee, Gee! I've never seen someone come to my door as a senior brother. I don't need your help, and you don't have to check for me!"
Ning Xiu thought for a while and stood up: "Then I'll leave first. If you need anything, use this to send me a message."
He left a piccolo behind and left neatly.
Yang Shu became even more angry. Who the hell is he? He said get out of here, but he got out of here!
But he couldn't bring himself to stay with Ning Xiu, so he could only watch him go out.
Mingwei slowly drank a cup of tea and said, "You are so arrogant because of your favor!"
"Hello!"
Mingwei waved his hand: "Don't take your anger out on me. I'm not your senior brother. I can't let you take out your anger without getting angry."
Yang Shu became even more angry, but he had nowhere to vent his anger. After being frustrated for a long time, he finally said: "Can you speak? Shouldn't you comfort me at this time?"
Ming slightly blinked: "Oh."
Then he reached out and touched his head: "Don't be angry, be good."
"..."
"I'm too lazy to tell you!" His cheeks turned red and he walked out. He accidentally hit his head on the door frame.
Mingwei couldn't help but laugh.
Hearing the laughter, Yang Shu became even more annoyed, snorted and walked away angrily.
Seeing his figure disappear, Mingwei stopped smiling and looked at the remaining tea on the table.
Ning Xiu's reaction was a bit strange. He definitely didn't tell the whole truth. Yang Shu was born in the Marquis Mansion and raised in a pampered family. It was hard for him to leave the capital. He was not surrounded by servants and maids, and he did not have rich clothes and food.
It's hard to imagine that he lives like a charlatan.
Why did the eldest princess send him away? What dangers were there in the capital that made her think Yang Shu would be better off outside? Also, why did she die so suddenly and leave such last words?
There are too many things that don't make sense.
The clapper rings, it's already the fourth watch.
Mingwei stood up and stretched, preparing to go back to rest.
The case of the bones in Qiaodong came to an end, and Xuanfei appeared in a way she had never thought of. She needed to think carefully about the issue of Xuandu Temple...
…
After half a month, Ji Xiaowu almost cried when he saw the front door of his house.
"My mother, she finally came back alive! Ouch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a blow on the head, but Mr. Ji came out of the door.
"If you go out for a study tour, you'll have to live or die. Can you make a difference?"
Ji Xiaowu covered his head, tears were about to flow.
Dad, your son was really close to death, did you know?
"Brother-in-law!" Pearl jumped out.
Ji Xiaowu was moved to tears, thinking that Zhu'er would be better...
"Did you get beaten home by your husband?"
"..." Whose child is there? Is anyone taking care of it?
Mingwei walked over and picked up Zhuer: "My uncle is sad, let's not laugh at him."
"oh……"
After dinner, the two went to the roof of the yard next door to talk.
"You said you taught me mystical arts, do you keep your word?"
"Of course." Mingwei pointed at Duofu in the yard, "I've already told Duofu that you can teach whatever you want to learn."
Ji Xiaowu was unhappy: "Are you sincere? Will you die if you teach me yourself?"
"Don't look down on Duofu, okay?"
"I don't look down on Duofu, you look down on me!"
Mingwei felt that this conversation was a bit unsatisfactory, so she said: "I have very important things to do and I don't have time."
"What's important?" If he didn't ask the question to the end, he wouldn't be Ji Xiaowu.
"Now is not the time to tell you."
"Tch!" Ji Xiaowu turned his head.
Ming looked at him with a squinting smile: "Cousin, you have personally experienced the so-called Jianghu. How do you feel?"
Ji Xiaowu curled his lips: "Come on! I'm just going to sing in a big show! Jianghu? Where is Jianghu?"
"The Beggar Gang!" Mingwei said, "You can't deny that the Beggar Gang is part of Jianghu, right?"
"That's what I said, but..." Ji Xiaowu didn't know how to express it, and always felt that something was wrong.
"Then let me ask you a question. You have read so many storybooks. Do they contain any information about where the money for them to travel around the world comes from?"
Ji Xiaowu scratched his head and couldn't remember.
"It's not even written down, right? Because it's been glorified. People need to eat, clothe, and have physical and psychological needs to live, and these all cost money. The low-class people like the Beijing Beggars do all kinds of dirty things.
Those who do better are just like the Los Angeles Beggars. Although they don’t do such unscrupulous things, casinos and brothels are businesses that walk the line between black and white. If you are careful, you will cross the line."
Ji Xiaowu whispered: "I want to be a god..."
Mingwei chuckled: "The so-called immortals are nothing more than Jianghu people who know mystical arts. The principle is the same. If you haven't met a Taoist practitioner yet, you will know that they also have seven emotions and six desires, no different from ordinary people.
"
Ji Xiaowu looked at her sideways: "You talk about a lot of truths, so why do you act like a good daughter and wander around in the world?"
"I can't help it!" Mingwei spread his hands, "The chosen one, but I am the fortune teller. If I don't take responsibility, who will take responsibility?"
"Bah!" Ji Xiaowu was defeated by her shamelessness.
Ming smiled.
After she finished laughing, she said, "Okay, I'm going to practice."
Ji Xiaowu's eyes lit up: "Teach me!"
Mingwei thought for a while: "That's okay, you should memorize this formula first..."
…
In the courtyard of Ji's family, Mrs. Dong was shaking her fan while looking at Ji Xiaowu and Mingwei on the roof next door: "My cousin and Xiaowu have a very good relationship!"
Ji Ling glanced over and wondered: "They can actually get on with each other? My cousin hasn't said she's breaking off the engagement until now. How strange it is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was photographed by Mr. Dong: "Do you think of me as an elder brother? Do you wish that your younger brother would be despised?"
Ji Ling defended: "No, you don't know my cousin... Oh, in short, she is much more powerful than Xiaowu, so it's not a good match!"
"What's wrong with it?" Mrs. Dong disagreed. "My cousin is mature in mind, and that's because of her background. In fact, they have quite similar personalities. Look at the number of people in our family, who takes Xiaowu's blabbering words seriously?
Only my cousin can talk to him."
Ji Ling thought for a while: "It seems reasonable..."