"What are you going to do? I am the son of the minister of the Ministry of War, and you still won't get out of the way!" Zhang Chan yelled like crazy. After hearing this, several people behind him felt emboldened and began to identify themselves.
The long-term workers of these restaurants were initially shocked and confused, but when they looked at the threatening look in the shopkeeper's eyes, they became hardened again.
"That's enough!" Yang Xingzhi interrupted the shouting of Zhang Chan and others, and then turned to Wei Zhuang with a sullen face and said: "Brother, keep a line in your work so that we can meet each other in the future. You and I are both in the imperial capital, and it will not be good for anyone if everything goes wrong. "
Wei Zhuang ignored him and just waved to the long-term workers surrounding him. Seeing this, a group of long-term workers carried leftovers and surrounded Yang Xingzhi and others more closely.
Yang Xingzhi gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Let's eat!" After that, Yang Xingzhi took the lead and walked to the private room to the east.
He walked slowly, as if waiting for something.
"Stop!" Wei Zhuang stopped him.
Hearing this, Yang Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party was indeed frightened by his words.
A sinister look appeared in his eyes. As long as he could escape from here, he had plenty of ways to take revenge.
With this thought in his mind, Yang Xingzhi turned around and asked Wei Zhuang with a kind smile: "Brother, do you want to chat?"
Wei Zhuang pointed to the private room on the east side and said to him: "Sorry, Mr. Yang, the private room on the east side is now reserved by me, you can't go."
As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Yang Xingzhi's face froze.
"Also, I have reserved the private room on the south side. Now there is only the small private room on the left side on the west side. You guys can go there to eat."
After saying that, more than twenty long-term workers pushed and pushed Yang Xingzhi and others into the small private room where Wei Zhuang used to be.
The small private room could only accommodate four people, so the five Yang Xingzhi were squeezed in by the long-term workers. Then the Changgong removed the teapot and cups that Wei Zhuang had used on the table, and put the leftovers of Yang Xingzhi and others on the table.
Looking at the piled up leftovers, Yang Xingzhi's face turned pale.
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It was almost afternoon when Wei Zhuang and the other three left Zuixian Tower.
At this time, Changping Street was still crowded.
Xiaoyu rubbed her belly with satisfaction, with a happy expression on her face.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the crowd on the street suddenly became restless and ran forward one after another.
"Why are you so anxious to move forward? Could it be that another horse is frightened?" Xiaoyu asked doubtfully.
Feng Shuwan frowned as she listened. Apparently she was still frightened by what happened in the morning, so she looked behind the crowd, but found no sign of the horses.
Wei Zhuang was also a little curious. He grabbed a passerby who was rushing forward and asked, "Little brother, is something happening ahead?"
The passerby looked Wei Zhuang up and down and said curiously: "Your accent sounds like you are from the Imperial Capital. How come you don't even know about it, Master Zhang?"
"Master Zhang?"
"Yes, Master Zhang, who is known as the Living God, is right in front!"
As a highly educated person, Wei Zhuang lost interest when he heard the words "living gods". He is not a very firm atheist, but he has never believed in these "masters" that people call him.
However, considering the limitations of ancient times, people here still believe in these things.
As expected, both Xiaoyu and Feng Shuwan showed curious expressions.
"Miss, let's go and have a look, and then ask the master to do the math for the lady." Xiaoyu whispered in Feng Shuwan's ear.
Feng Shuwan asked her: "What can I do?"
"Miss, you can count it as a marriage!"
"You're talking nonsense again. I'm already married, so what's the point of marriage?"
"Hehe, aren't you always worried that the emperor will have concubines? Then let the master calculate how many concubines the emperor will have in the future."
After hearing this, Feng Shuwan's face froze, and then she blushed and glared at her: "What's the point? It's his business to have a few concubines, and I can't control him."
Xiaoyu chuckled at this. Feng Shuwan was so angry that she was about to pinch her, but suddenly she turned her eyes and smiled, "I think you, little girl, want to calculate your marriage, huh, you must want to calculate it for yourself but are shy, so you persuaded me to go." "
"I, I didn't!" Xiaoyu's face turned red with embarrassment.
The two whispered for a while, and finally Feng Shuwan asked Wei Zhuang: "How about we also go and see the excitement?"
Although Wei Zhuang had no interest in the master, he was still happy to accompany his wife shopping.
The three of them followed the crowd to a slightly wider open space. When they looked inside, they saw an old man sitting in the center, listening to what a woman with a sad face was saying.
From the comments of people around him, we knew that this old man was Master Zhang.
Wei Zhuang was a little surprised to see the legendary Master Zhang. Because the old man was wearing a Taoist robe, his beard and hair were all white but his face was ruddy, and his whole face was full of energy without any hint of twilight.
He looks a bit like an outsider, Wei Zhuang thought to himself.
Let's listen to what he said to the woman.
In the center of the crowd, the woman said with a sad face and a bit of anger, "Master Zhang, my son reads some miscellaneous books at home every day and thinks about all kinds of strange skills. I just said a few words to him, and he left home. You ran away, tell me how in the world there are such unfilial children!"
When the people around him heard this, they all accused this woman's son of being a worthless and unfilial son.
But Master Zhang smiled and said: "Haha, since he is an unfilial son, let him go as long as he leaves. What does it mean for you to come to my place again?"
The woman's expression was a bit unnatural when she heard this, "They say raising a son to provide for old age. Although he is an unfilial son, I still want to know his whereabouts."
"Hahaha..." Master Zhang laughed a few times, stroked his beard and said, "You are obviously worried about your son's safety, but you still have to make up a reason to raise a son to protect him in old age."
When the woman heard this, she couldn't hold back any longer, and her tears flowed down. She cried and asked: "Master, although he doesn't want to make progress, he was brought up by me. I hope the master can tell me that he is here now." Where is it?"
The woman's words also reminded Wei Zhuang of his childhood.
He also ran away from home after being scolded by his mother for not studying hard. He hid in the green belt of the community at night, and then watched his parents crying and looking for him most of the night.
At that time, I just felt relieved to see my parents anxious, but when I thought about it later, I wanted to slap myself twice.
"What a pitiful parent." Master Zhang sighed, then waved his hand to the woman: "Go back."
The woman was stunned, and then she heard the master say again: "Your son has gone to seek wealth and honor, and he will come back soon."
"Really, Master?" The woman was happy at first, and then asked again worriedly.
Master Zhang did not speak, but smiled and waved. The woman cried with joy and bowed to him three times.
The people around also clapped and were happy for the woman. Even Feng Shuwan and Xiaoyu were moved by the atmosphere and looked very interested.
Wei Zhuang was the only one in the crowd who frowned.
