Chapter Seventy-One: Interesting

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  A friend is in a bit of trouble and has gone to Minhang, but the return time is uncertain. I had no choice but to stay up all night writing, and sent it out using high-tech means.

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  Wei Zhao left Li Xiujuan's small building with a self-satisfied expression, finally feeling relieved.

  Walking slowly with Xiangqian on the street, Wei Zhao couldn't help but think of Li Xiujuan's awkward expression earlier and wanted to laugh again.

  Xianglian looked at the young master with a strange smile on his face all the way, her big eyes were very curious, she pulled at Weizao's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Young master, what makes you so happy?"

  Wei Zhuo glanced at her and furrowed his brow, then bent down and whispered: "Is it that easy to tell I'm very happy?"

  The little girl's big eyes blinked, and she smiled and nodded her small head.

  Wei Zhuo suddenly stood up straight, frowning as he watched the crowds coming and going on the street. After a long while, he suddenly let out a laugh with a "heh".

  It's been years since I've had this feeling.

  The little girl looked at the young master's silly smile, her face full of curiosity, her big eyes shining brightly with a hint of urgency, staring at Wei Xiao's small face almost pressed against his.

  Hehe smiled and pressed her little head down, pushing it to one side, laughing and saying: "Let's go, young master is treating you to something delicious."

  The little girl's heart was like several cats scratching, she pounded her chest and stamped her feet, grabbing her head, and hurriedly asked: "Young master, what's going on?"

  Wei Zhu smiled to himself, walked up to a robust woman selling sugar gourds, picked one out and handed it to the little girl following behind him, saying "Pay for it." After that, he bit into a sugar gourd with a smile and continued walking forward.

  The little girl looked at Wei Xiao's back and wrinkled her small nose, looking at the robust woman with a smile on her face. She muttered to herself while taking out five coins: "Still saying I'll be treated to good food..." After finishing speaking, she took out two more coins and quickly followed behind.

  The little girl's small mouth was delicate and rosy, her two small hands each grasping a stalk, as she walked along, tossing out the pits with a "puff puff" sound, looking quite adorable.

  Normally, Wei Xiao would eat two and then give the rest to Xiang Qiang, but this time he ate with relish. After Xiang Qiang finished one stick and saw that Young Master was still eating, her big eyes lit up, and she leaned in again with a smile: "Young Master, you haven't told me about your happy event yet?"

  Wei Zhuo finished the last one, picked his teeth and looked at a shop of Chen's family in the distance: "Later you go over there, take a look around first, pick the best and most expensive ones to buy."

  The little girl didn't know what the young master was buying fabric for, her big eyes blinked, and she immediately burst out laughing with a mischievous grin, her little head nodding repeatedly as if she had thought of something delightful.

  The little girl quickly solved the remaining one, lowered her head and spat it out, and was about to rush to Chen's shop. Wei Xiao suddenly pulled her back and hid in the crowd.

  Xiao Ya's eyes widened slightly as she was about to ask a question, but Wei Xiao placed his finger on his lips and made a soft "shh" sound.

  Xiao Yatou understood the meaning, and nodded blankly, following Wei Zao's gaze to look back, just in time to see two people entering the Chen family's shop. One of them looked somewhat familiar, but for a moment, she couldn't remember who it was.

  Wei Zhuo's hands were clasped behind his back, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

  "This brother." Suddenly, a white-faced scholar-like man suddenly appeared in front of Wei Zhao, raising his head with one hand holding a fan and the other hand pinching his fingers, then changing his expression, "Ha" he said to Wei Zhao, "Brother, you are elegant and refined, like a jade tree in the wind, handsome and charming, with a dignified appearance, elegant and refined, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, talented and refined, with both talent and looks, I can tell at a glance that you are not an ordinary person!"

  The white-faced scholar finished speaking, slapped his folding fan, and looked at Wei Zhao with a serious face.

  Wei Zhuang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and looked at him. Regardless of whether he wanted to have his fortune told or not, seeing him say those completely illogical words so smoothly couldn't be laughed off, especially since he was in a good mood today.

  Wei Zhuo smiled faintly and said to him, "Oh, a few days ago, a fortune teller on East Street told me that my forehead was dark and my eyebrows were ominous. At first glance, he knew that I was not in good luck and had many difficulties in my life. Today must be a great disaster. I gave him thirty cents, and he dispelled the curse for me. I wonder if this master can see that I still have other calamities?"

  The little girl heard it and hid behind Wei Zhuo's back, covering her mouth secretly.

  That scholar with a pale face listened, snapped open his fan and took a glance at Wei Zuo, then nodded and said: "The fortune teller from East Street? I just came from that direction, how come I didn't see him? His calculations are quite accurate. Brother, can you introduce me to him?"

  Wei Zhuo smiled faintly, his eyes leisurely examining him. This white-faced man had bright eyes and a firm brow, every move exuding confident self-assurance as if he held wisdom in the palm of his hand.

  Wei Zhuo looked around in a circle, and with a faint smile as if he had thought of something, said "Alright, brother, if you have time, I can lead the way now."

  That white-faced scholar's hand, which was gently shaking the folding fan, paused for a moment before snapping it shut with a "pa" sound. He smiled at Wei Xiao and said: "Brother, there's no need to try to deceive me; there isn't any fortune teller on East Street. I stopped you only because I want to play another game of chess with you!"

  Wei Xiao looked at him lightly, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

  That white-faced scholar fan waved hastily twice, staring at Wei Zuo and said: "Brother, you still don't believe me, I have no other hobbies, but I love playing chess, especially when I meet someone who is to my liking, I must play a game."

  Wei Xiao chuckled and said in a low voice: "Brother, you know me? And even deliberately waited for me here?"

  That white-faced bookworm suddenly walked to the back of Wei Zhao, leaned against his back and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if you tell your brother, I am Bai Wuchang, also known as 'three steps one calculation'. Today, I met you and suddenly felt itchy, wanting to have a hand-to-hand conversation with you. Can you give me some face?"

  Wei Zhao looked at a nearby wine house, then turned his head to glance at the bustling Chen family shop, and smiled faintly: "Brother's words suddenly reminded me of my neighbor Li, the madman. Every time he met me, he would say something like that, and also claim that he was once a master who had killed people all over the world, wanting to take me as his apprentice."

  The little girl suddenly covered her small mouth tightly, and her small face turned bright red.

  The white-faced scholar leaned on Wei Xiao's shoulder and suddenly shook, bumping into Wei Xiao, who stood up with a somewhat awkward expression, fanning himself wildly behind Wei Xiao's back.

  Suddenly, the white-faced scholar let out a loud cry and walked up to Wei Zhao, his expression solemn as he said: "As long as you can beat me in one game, I'll give you something!"

  Wei Xiao's expression remained calm as he looked at the pale-faced scholar in front of him and said, "What is it that you want to give me?"

  That white-faced scholar unfolded his fan again, and suddenly became elegant and refined, with an air of elegance that was hard to describe emanating from him.

  He took two steps forward, shaking his head and saying: "Something that many people can't get even if they break their heads."

  Wei Zhao watched the figure walking out of Chen's shop, his eyes flashing with a cold intent. Only when the figure disappeared around the corner did he turn his head and smile softly, saying "Oh? Then let's hear what that gentleman has to say."

  That white-faced scholar suddenly approached Wei Jia's ear and whispered a sentence, then immediately retreated, looking at Wei Zhao with a confident face.

  "Alright, deal!" Wei Xiao didn't hesitate and immediately responded with a loud voice, striding towards the wine house not far away.

  The white-faced scholar was taken aback, looking at the back of Wei Xiao, his eyebrows slightly raised, and then smiled, following him step by step.

  "Interesting."