Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

After settling on the inn, Xing Chen turned around and ran towards the street.

The weather was hot, so he replaced his curtain with a layer of white gauze. It looked hazy from the outside, and he looked like he was floating in the air when he ran.

Wen Luo left a group of people behind and hurriedly chased after them.

The street was very busy, with the sounds of vendors everywhere. Xing Chen came to a stall selling candy figures and asked the owner to draw a tiger for him.

After the painting was finished, Wen Luo gave the money and walked forward while biting the tiger in his hand and eating it.

He had already walked past a grocery stall when he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Wen Luo asked.

Xingchen stepped back.

There were several paintings of very fine art displayed next to the grocery stall.

Seeing Xing Chen lowering his head to look at the painting, the grocery stall owner came over and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Sir, you have good taste. There is no one else in this town who can paint as good as mine. Are you planning to buy one?"

Xing Chen stared at the signatures on the paintings.

"sometimes"

When Xiao Shen left, the only thing he took away was this man's painting. Xing Chen never saw this signature again in the palace later.

"Did you draw these paintings?" Xing Chen asked.

"It's not me. I'm clumsy and don't have the skills to do it. Sir, which one do you like?"

Xing Chen looked towards the river bank not far away and remembered the painting that Xiao Shen took away. The painting showed the mighty river rushing under the sun.

Seeing that Xing Chen did not answer him, Wen Luo squeezed Xing Chen's wrist with some concern.

Xing Chen turned his head and whispered in his ear: "Maybe you met an old friend."

Although Wen Luo didn't know who the so-called old friend was, he immediately understood what he meant.

So I said directly to the stall owner: "I want all the paintings you have, but these few are not enough. I want to pay a deposit and buy a few more, is that ok?"

This was a big buyer, and the stall owner said excitedly: "Sure, of course, when do you want it?"

Wen Luo asked the price and took out some silver from his sleeve and handed it over.

"My young master and I just happened to pass by here while we were out for fun. We will only stay here for one night and leave tomorrow morning. I want to order six more paintings. Can you finish them in time?"

"Six?" The stall owner looked troubled. "Six may not be easy."

"How about this," Wen Luo stretched out his hand and handed over a few more taels of silver, "I'll pay the deposit for six paintings first, and I'll take as many paintings as you can."

"Okay, okay, sir, I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow morning. Don't worry, I've been setting up a stall here for more than ten years, and I will never lie to you."

"Okay, I'll come pick up the painting tomorrow morning."

After Wen Luo finished speaking, he and Xing Chen turned around and continued walking forward.

They walked around and watched the stall owners quickly pack up their stalls from a distance. They greeted the stalls on both sides with a smile, then hurriedly drove their donkey carts back home.

The two men followed the donkey cart from a distance and arrived at a small village halfway up the mountain by the river.

The stall owner stopped the donkey cart at the door of the house and shouted into the house. A woman in an apron came out.

The stall owner spoke a few words to her excitedly, took out the silver in his arms and showed it to the woman. The woman took the silver, and the two of them hurried up the mountain.

Judging from the situation, they should be husband and wife.

Xing Chen and Wen Luo looked at each other and continued to follow them.

It was not until they reached the top of the mountain that the couple stopped in front of a square courtyard surrounded by a fence.

The woman shouted into the yard, and then a thin figure walked out of the west room, walked to the fence and opened the door.

She was a young woman with a hint of sadness between her brows, an elegant temperament and a pretty face.

Wen Luo turned his gaze to Xing Chen, "Baby, you didn't say that the old friend was a woman."

Xing Chen patted his shoulder and comforted him: "I like men, don't be jealous."

Wen Luo: “…”

The couple handed the silver to the girl and excitedly told her that someone had bought a painting. The beautiful girl took the silver and wanted to bow to the two men, but the woman quickly helped her up.

She turned around and said something to her husband, then waved her hand to let her husband go home, and followed the woman into the house.

"Your Majesty, can you now tell us about the background of this old friend?" Wen Luo asked.

"Not in a hurry."

Xing Chen watched the stall owner walk away, then pulled Wen Luo to the yard and knocked on the door.

The woman came out to open the door, holding a small baby in her arms.

"Why are you back......"

She originally thought that it was her husband who had returned, so when she saw that it was two strangers, she stopped talking in the middle of her words.

"...Who are you?" she asked vigilantly while standing at the door.

Xing Chen looked at the baby in her arms.

The woman in the room may have heard her question and came out in a hurry.

She was stunned when she saw Wen Luo outside the fence, then she hurried over to open the door and bent down to greet Wen Luo.

"Your Majesty is a thousand years old."

Wen Luo was not surprised that she recognized him. Xing Chen said that he was an old acquaintance, so he probably had been in the palace before, so it was not surprising that she recognized him.

"No need to be polite."

The woman stood up and looked at Xing Chen nervously again.

As they got closer, the veil could not cover her figure and her face was also vague. She just took a look, then took a step back and knelt on the ground.

Xing Chen raised his hand and helped her up, "I don't know my brother's wife's name yet."

The woman replied softly, "I am Lu Youshi."

Xing Chen asked: "Did my brother tell you about us?"

"Yes."

"Where is he now?"

Two lines of tears rolled down Lu Youshi's lowered eyes. She wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, turned around and took the child from the woman.

"Sister Hong, don't worry, this is Heng'er's uncle. I'll take them to meet Heng'er's father."

"Then I'll help you clean up those drawing papers in the house."

"Thank you, Sister Hong."

Lu Youshi held the child in her arms, went out, gestured to Xing Chen, and led them to the east side of the house.

Not long after walking, Xing Chen saw the lonely grave on the edge of the cliff.

There was a tombstone in front of the grave. There was no name on it, only six words.

Xing Chen could tell that these were words carved by Xiao Shen himself.

"Gathering together at the right time will bring you no regrets in the years ahead."

Xingchen stood in front of the tombstone, looking up at the river rolling towards the horizon, and did not speak for a long time.

Time will come to an end, so just have no regrets.