The weather is nice today, the air is fresh and the sun is warm.
Two sturdy bay-red horses pulled an elegant carriage, walking leisurely on the forest path.
Outside the carriage, the driver shook his horse whip and hummed a pleasant tune.
In the car, bursts of joyful laughter could be heard from time to time.
"Miss, pinch me quickly."
"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about, silly girl?"
"Miss, I feel like I'm dreaming now. Please pinch me to make me believe this is reality."
"All right."
Feng Shuwan reached out and pinched Xiaoyu's round face, "Are you sure this is reality?"
"Well...I believe it, I believe it." Xiaoyu responded vaguely.
Feng Shuwan laughed and let go of her hand, turning to look at Wei Zhuang opposite.
Wei Zhuang spoke less since he got on the carriage. He spent most of the time looking out the window, not knowing whether he was thinking or just relaxing.
"Zhuang?" Feng Shuwan called him softly.
Wei Zhuang came to his senses when he heard this title and joked with a smile: "This title sounds much more intimate."
Feng Shuwan's cheeks turned slightly red when she heard this, and she glanced at him complainingly.
This trip was considered a private visit incognito. Wei Zhuang didn't want to be recognized, so naturally he couldn't call him by his real name.
So Wei Zhuang suggested that Feng Shuwan be called "Zhuang" directly, which sounded friendly and natural. Recalling that in modern times, friends around him also called him this.
"What do you want me to do?" Wei Zhuang asked her.
Feng Shuwan shook her head, "I just saw that you were silent, so I called you. What's on your mind?"
It turns out she was worried about me.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhuang gently held Feng Shuwan's little hand and reassured her with a gentle smile.
As for my worries...
He does care about some things.
For example, what Master Zhang said a month ago - to get rid of the energy of death and leave the place of death quickly.
To be honest, most of the reason why he arranged this trip was to have fun among the people, but a small part of the reason was because of the influence of Master Zhang.
Therefore, after Wei Zhuang got in the car, he would inevitably associate his journey with his life and death.
Of course, he didn't have much hope for his miserable life. According to past experience, he might end up having a fart one day. He just hoped that he could enjoy more of the fun of life before that moment came.
Thinking of these, Wei Zhuang patted Feng Shuwan's hand and said, "I was just thinking about trivial things. You don't have to worry about me. Our only mission this time is to have fun. We can be happy as long as we want."
Feng Shuwan nodded expectantly after hearing this.
At this moment.
"Uu——"
The coachman gave a hurried command to stop the carriage. Fortunately, the speed of the carriage was not very fast, and the three people in the carriage only swayed slightly.
Then I heard the coachman curse: "Where is the beggar from? He is lying on the road and dying!"
Wei Zhuang frowned and opened the small door of the carriage. When the coachman saw Wei Zhuang coming out, he immediately smiled brightly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I frightened you."
Wei Zhuang waved his hand and asked, "What happened?"
"Hey!" The coachman pointed to the road ahead, "A little beggar was walking unsteadily. He suddenly fell in the middle of the road just now and almost died under my carriage!"
Wei Zhuang stuck his head out and took a look, and sure enough he saw a man in tattered clothes lying on the ground, motionless and not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
"Sir, please get back in the car. Let's go around and avoid some bad luck." The coachman said.
Wei Zhuang glanced at him and got out of the car.
As a highly educated new-style emperor, there is no reason to ignore the fate of his own people.
He walked over to the man and knelt down to take a closer look.
Only then did he realize that the person lying on his stomach was a young man. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a childish look on his face.
The young man had messy hair, his clothes were in tatters, and his exposed skin was dirty. It would not be an exaggeration to call him a little beggar.
The only weird thing is that there is a medium-sized wooden box hanging on the boy's back.
Wei Zhuang stretched out his fingers to explore the boy's breath.
Still breathing, people are still alive.
When Wei Zhuang was thinking about how to rescue him, he heard the young man making a weak voice, "Steamed buns...water..."
Good guy, it turns out he fainted from hunger.
"Car driver, bring some water and dry food."
The coachman reluctantly brought a water bag and a big cake. Wei Zhuang took the water bag and slowly poured the water between the young man's lips.
When the water touched the boy's lips, it was like rain on dry land, and the boy's originally lifeless face suddenly became a little more alive.
After a few seconds, he responded, opening his mouth and slowly sucking. After another minute, the boy changed from sucking to greedily taking.
After a while the boy opened his eyes.
Wei Zhuang was afraid that he would choke, so he stopped filling the water. "Can you sit up? It's easy to choke when you drink water while lying down."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man sat up like a spring, his eyes fixed on the water bag and pie in Wei Zhuang's hand.
The corner of Wei Zhuang's mouth twitched, "I'll give you water to drink, but you can break this big cake into small pieces and eat it, you know?"
The boy didn't speak, just nodded wildly.
However, after he took the water and pie, Wei Zhuang's words were forgotten. The young man bit off most of the pancake in one bite, then raised his neck and poured the water from the water bag into his mouth.
Sure enough, the young man choked immediately. Just when Wei Zhuang wanted to save him, he punched himself twice in the chest and swallowed hard with his face turned purple...
Then, he swallowed it.
Wei Zhuang was stunned. It was the first time that he used horror to describe a person eating.
Wouldn't it be possible to encounter a starving ghost in broad daylight?
The driver was also amazed, gave a thumbs up and said: "Well done, man, I have gained a lot of experience seeing this kind of food in my life!"
The coachman asked again: "Where are you from?"
The young man said nothing and concentrated on chewing the pie.
"Hey, isn't this a mute?" The coachman looked at Wei Zhuang and asked, "Sir, what do you think we will do next..."
Wei Zhuang frowned and looked at the devouring boy.
It seems that this child is indeed mute, and there may be some problems with his head. It is really dangerous to leave him in the wilderness like this, and he may be picked off by a wolf.
Wei Zhuang gritted his teeth at the thought of these things, "Oh, let's take him with us. At least we can place him in a town, which will be safer."
"This..." The driver looked at the dirty boy with some reluctance.
Wei Zhuang threw out a little silver and said, "Help him into the car."
"Okay!" The coachman agreed happily.
He lowered his head and grabbed the boy's torn collar, and said happily: "Get in the car and eat again, man!"
