After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

When Wen Chu was young, she watched her mother die in front of her eyes, and the palace maid who protected her was also cut into pieces in front of her. How could she refute it? How could she refute that she was not doomed to fail? It seemed that she could not refute it at all.

Old Man Wen often said that he was a blessed person, but she didn't know what kind of blessing a person like her had.

"Mr. Song, you must live a long life. You must be well, but please don't let me kill you."

Song Yusheng's throat was slightly choked, and he couldn't say anything. The strange feeling once again invaded his mind. He suppressed the strange feeling and said with a smile: "Then I will borrow the good words of the girl."

He quickly calmed himself down and took this opportunity to ask tentatively: "Excuse me for asking, did your parents also die a long time ago?"

Wen Chu didn't speak for a long time. Song Yusheng knew that his question was very offensive and wanted to apologize, but Wen Chu said first: "My mother died when I was young, and my father married another wife and didn't want me anymore. My grandfather who practiced Taoism couldn't stand it, so he took me with him."

When you meet people and say three points, you can't give up all your heart.

Even in such a situation, Wen Chu's words were only half true and half false.

What's more, this person came from Kyoto, so she had to be more careful.

Wen Chu didn't wait for Song Yusheng to say anything else, and turned around to light the lamp at the table. She took out a white gown from her quilt bag. This gown was the best clothes Wen Chu could buy within her means. One of these clothes was worth four or five of her clothes. Wen Chu held on to the idea that if she suffered, the God of Wealth would not suffer either, so she gritted her teeth and bought it.

The eldest son of Duke Dingguo's mansion is delicate and tender, and you can't abuse him or ask him to wear ragged clothes with you.

It will only take a few months at most if you grit your teeth. If you offer sacrifices to the God of Wealth during these months, you will have more money than you can spend in your lifetime.

Thinking of this, Wen Chu felt relieved.

Wear it, wear it. Besides, Song Yusheng looks good in it, and it’s pleasing to the eye just to look at him on weekdays.

She helped Song Yusheng put on his clothes. She had to admit that he was very handsome. Even wearing such a piece of clothing would attract people's attention. It was just a simple long gown, but he wore it in a very elegant way.

Wen Chu didn't know why he bought white clothes, but he felt that someone like Song Yusheng, who looked like a banished immortal, should wear white.

Song Yusheng thought he would wear the same coarse cloth clothes as Wen Chu, but he didn't expect that it was not the case. Even so, such clothes were very unbearable in Song Yusheng's eyes. His face was no different from usual, and he said with a smile: "Thank you for the clothes, young lady."

Seeing him like this, Wen Chu thought that he still liked her, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yusheng glanced at the wound on Wen Chu's forehead, which was still covered in blood. He asked in surprise, "Doesn't the wound on your forehead hurt, girl?"

If a woman in Kyoto was injured or had a broken skin, she would always cry. Even his sister was the same. If she was wronged, she would always cry and make a fuss. What's worse, the wound was on her face. There is no woman in the world who doesn't care about her face.

Even though Wen Chu was born in the countryside and could not be compared with people in Kyoto, she was still a woman after all.

He didn't feel sorry for Wen Chu, he was just a little curious.

When Wen Chu was fighting just now, she didn't know which thief hit her on the forehead with a board. She was in high spirits and didn't feel any pain, but now that she has calmed down, the pain comes at her in waves.

Perhaps she didn't expect Song Yusheng to ask this, but then she thought about her appearance and it would be abnormal if she didn't arouse curiosity.

She smiled and said nonchalantly, "Young Master has said that there is no need for anyone to listen to the groaning noises. Even if it hurts, there is really no need to scream."

If Father Wen was still alive, she could still cry because he loved her. But if it was Song Yusheng, forget it and swallow the pain.

A person who never cried out when she was in extreme pain must be crazy to cry out in pain in front of him. In the end, even if Song Yusheng comforted you with a few words out of courtesy or self-restraint, he would definitely dislike such behavior in his heart.

Song Yu was surprised. He quickly guessed what Wen Chu was thinking when he heard her words. He didn't expose her, but asked with concern, "But those people don't seem to let you go easily. What should I do if they come looking for you again next time?"

He looked at the woman who was taking off her Taoist robe. Although he expressed concern in his words, his eyes were full of indifference.

Wen Chu's clothes were torn, so she had to get some needle and thread to mend the hole. She turned her back to Song Yusheng and searched for needle and thread in the cabinet, without seeing his expression. Wen Chu said in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, sir. They were injured by me, so they should be quiet for a while."

Wen Chu took off her large outer robe, and wore her usual shabby clothes. Her life was miserable, without her family, but she looked so good, so she must have experienced many such things before.

Wen Chu's words made Song Yusheng seem to be afraid of these people. It was no wonder that Wen Chu thought so. Perhaps in her eyes, Song Yusheng was just a weak and handsome young man. Facing so many hooligans, he would always feel a little nervous.

But she was wrong, Song Yusheng was not a kind-hearted person.

The world may only know that the prince of the Duke's Mansion is an outstanding writer, as white as jade and as handsome as sand, but what they don't know is that Song Yusheng's martial arts is even better than that of the Jinyiwei, otherwise he would not have been able to escape from the pursuit of those assassins.

Don't be afraid, sir.

How did this little Taoist priest tell that he was afraid?

Wen Chu is a person who always says things that are beyond his expectations.

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Wen Chu took good care of the injured prince, and about a month passed. After entering April, everything came back to life and the weather gradually warmed up. Wen Chu no longer went to the stall to tell fortunes every day. It was normal to go there three days out of five. If he had free time, he would go to Chunhui Hall to get new medicine and go to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables.

But even so, the stall hours are not fixed, but business is better than before.

Reputation is something she has earned herself. After Wen Chu had been fortune-telling in Baishan Town for a month, many people now call her "little Taoist priest". The talismans that she had been unable to sell before are now sold out.

When the thugs who had caused trouble before wanted to cause trouble again, the customers waiting in line to have their fortunes told to see their faces drove them away before Wen Chu could even open his mouth, and threatened that if they dared to cause trouble for the young Taoist priest again, they would be handed over to the authorities.

It was the tenth day of April and the weather was sunny. When Wen Chu returned home in the evening, he was going to Chengxiang Tower to get some food to take home.

Chengxianglou is the best restaurant in Baishan Town. The food tastes better than other places, but the price is naturally higher.

Wen Chu usually goes to the small restaurant to buy some food to take home, but today is the day that Old Man Wen picked her up and took her home, so Wen Chu regarded this day as her birthday.

When Old Man Wen picked up Wen Chu, it was a sunny day, the spring season with blooming flowers. Wen Chu, who had been in exile for several days, was hungry and cold, and had no clothes to wear. She hid and fled from Kyoto to Shanxi Provincial Administration, where she met Old Man Wen in the mountains.

At that time, Father Wen looked at Wen Chu and asked nothing, but just said: "Child, are you willing to follow me home?"

From then on, there was no Princess Huaihe Li Zhaoxi in the world anymore, there was just a pair of grandparents and grandchildren who depended on each other.

Since it’s my birthday, I have to treat myself to something good.

When Old Man Wen was alive, he knew that Wen Chu was greedy, so he would start saving money before the tenth day of April, waiting to take Wen Chu to Chengxiang Tower to eat something delicious on that day.

Old Man Wen was unwilling to tell fortunes for people, as he did not make money easily. On weekdays, selling talismans was definitely not enough to support his family, but some people would ask Old Man Wen to perform a ritual for a deceased soul who needed to be saved, or to check the Feng Shui of a new home, and would always think of asking Old Man Wen to come to their home.

In this way, during these six years, Wen Chu was finally brought up.

Chengxiang Tower is located in the center of the street. Now in the evening, when it is almost dark, the street is bustling with people coming and going. Wen Chu closed his stall early and walked slowly to Chengxiang Tower.

After entering Chengxiang Building, the waiter saw that the visitor was a young Taoist priest, and without saying much, he asked, "Sir, it is evening time now, and there are too many people. There is no room in the hall. How about going to the wing room?"

"No, I'll just get some food and put it in the lunch box. No need for a table or chair, I'll just wait here."

After saying that, Wen Chu handed the food box he was carrying to the waiter.

Wen Chu knew that Chengxianglou was very popular, but she didn't expect that there were no seats left. Fortunately, she didn't plan to eat here anyway. There was Song Yusheng at home, and she couldn't eat here alone. She ordered a few dishes and found a seat in the corner to wait.

(End of this chapter)