The fool prince: the world's number one concubine

Chapter 160 Three: Phoenix City Tour 3

The carriage drove forward for about half a day, and the sun quietly crept overhead. The three of them were a little sleepy and thirsty, so Wen Chuyao shouted: "Car driver, stop, let's rest for a while."

The coachman was used to being a eunuch. When he heard the coachman's name, Han Rongxuan couldn't react for a long time. He shook his head helplessly, and shouted to the outside of the carriage: "Coachman Deng, stop!"

Only then did Little Deng Zi react, and immediately came to a sudden stop. With a sound of "Woo", the carriage stopped suddenly, and the three of them fell ahead of each other and turned on their backs. Han Rongxuan jumped out of the carriage angrily and cursed: "Chef Deng, what are you doing?" What's going on?"

Little Dengzi immediately knelt down in fright, and stammered after speaking: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Qi, Huang, Huang..."

"Huang, you are tall!" Han Rongxuan shouted again: "If you dare to call me Huang, I will not deal with you. Remember, I am Master Longxuan, this is Mrs. Wen Yao, and this is Mrs. Wen Yao's younger sister, Linger. Now you recite it to me again."

That little Dengzi was so helpless that his soul was out of his body, he opened his mouth and looked at Han Rongxuan and said, "You are Mrs. Wenyao's younger sister..."

Wen Chuyao and Ling'er on the side almost burst into tears from laughter, Wen Chuyao said: "Come on, Master Long, don't embarrass him, he just isn't used to it for a while."

Han Rongxuan stomped his feet and scolded angrily: "How did Director Li choose the person? He asked him to find me a driver, but why did he find me a cold-humored one?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Chuyao and Ling'er laughed so hard that they leaned forward and back. The little Deng Zi knelt beside him with an embarrassed face, his legs went limp, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Ling'er walked over to help Xiao Dengzi up, and said softly: "Little Dengzi, I am Ling'er, the servant girl by your side. My master is very kind. Don't be afraid, relax a bit. This trip is for fun, so don't sweep the master away." How happy we are."

When Xiao Dengzi heard this, he finally relaxed a little bit, and gradually stood up, looking at Han Rongxuan foolishly, Han Rongxuan said: "Go, bring me some water and dry food for Young Master Long, what Madam and Miss want, ask yourself."

Little Dengzi immediately turned around and asked Wen Chuyao, "Madam, what would you like?"

Wen Chuyao smiled and said, "Give Linger and me some water, it's hot and we can't eat anything."

Little Deng Zi said again: "Cha."

Han Rongxuan almost spit all over the floor, the three of them couldn't take it anymore, and shouted in unison: "Idiot."

The little Deng Zi hurriedly ran to the back of the carriage to get dry food and water for everyone, and the three of them found a big tree and sat down against it, perhaps because the forest was relatively large and deep, and the birds in the forest were also special. There are many of them, one by one on the branches, not afraid of people at all, flapping their wings happily.

Han Rongxuan couldn't help but said to Xiao Dengzi angrily, "Look, even birds are bolder than you."

Little Dengzi didn't speak, but silently gnawed on the steamed buns.

Ling'er sat over and said to little Deng Zi, "Chef Deng, you really don't need to be so nervous."

Little Dengzi held back for a long time and finally said, "Well, I'm not nervous, I'm just choking on steamed buns."

Han Rongxuan laughed loudly, and shouted to Wen Chuyao: "Quick, madam, bring water to our coachman Deng."

Little Dengzi's face turned red, the three of them lost their sleepiness all of a sudden, and they couldn't help being amused by little Dengzi.

After eating to replenish her strength, Wen Chuyao still leaned on Han Rongxuan's shoulder to sleep for a while, Xiao Dengzi and Ling'er also squinted their eyes and rested. After about an hour or so, everyone went on the road again, and the weather was cooler than before. A little bit, and occasionally the majesty blows.

Xiao Dengzi finally let go a little and started joking with everyone. Everyone laughed and laughed along the way, and soon arrived in Fengcheng, Wen Chuyao's hometown.

The scenery of Fengcheng is indeed infinitely beautiful, the sky is blue and there is hardly a trace of cloud, the clothes of the common people are bright or bright colors, and there are stalls on the street to buy all kinds of small things, Wen Chuyao suddenly stopped at a picture In front of a stall selling paintings.

The small stall was a bit different from ordinary art stalls. The boy who sold the paintings seemed to be about ten years old, with a childish and delicate face, but the paintings around him exuded a magical aura. Seeing Wen Chuyao and Han Rongxuan passing by, The boy asked: "Boss, can you draw a picture for my sister?"

Han Rongxuan was overjoyed and asked, "How do you know I'm the boss?"

The boy said embarrassingly: "My father taught it, and those who have maids and followers around are the bosses."

When Wen Chuyao heard the child's tone, she seemed to be completely ignorant of worldly affairs, but looking at his paintings again, it seemed that all of them were tied to the soul and essence. Whether it was the scenery or the characters, they all made people feel a strong vitality .

Wen Chuyao couldn't help asking: "Are you all these paintings?"

The boy nodded, and Han Rongxuan became interested, and asked, "Do you know what you drew?"

The boy's eyes seemed to change suddenly, and he said seriously: "A painter, how can he not know what he is painting, every painting here is drawn by me with my life."

When Wen Chuyao saw the boy's determined eyes, she suddenly felt that there was a huge energy hidden in this little life, and she couldn't help being moved.

But Han Rongxuan didn't seem to respond at all, but continued to ask jokingly: "Oh, then are all the things you draw infused with your own soul?"

The boy shook his head firmly and replied, "Of course."

Han Rongxuan immediately pointed to a painting, which showed a woman holding a peach blossom and sitting sadly under the moonlight. Han Rongxuan asked, "What is this woman's name?"

The boy was taken aback, and seemed to think for a while before finally saying, "She doesn't have a name."

Wen Chuyao was also stunned, and looked at Han Rongxuan with some puzzlement. Han Rongxuan smiled and said, "You didn't draw these paintings at all, right? Tell the truth, who painted them? Don't lie."

The boy lowered his head all of a sudden, his eyes filled with tears.

Wen Chuyao immediately persuaded: "Long Xuan, why bother, he is just a child."

Han Rongxuan turned his head and smiled strangely, but did not explain. Suddenly, a person came from a distance, laughing and walking towards this side. When Han Rongxuan saw that person, he also greeted him.

The man said loudly from a distance: "Who am I to blame my son? It turned out to be you bastard."

Wen Chuyao looked at the other party in surprise, and then at Han Rongxuan, feeling a little confused.

Han Rongxuan walked over, punched that person in the chest, and said, "I knew it was you when I saw this painting. How did you end up in Fengcheng?"

The man asked back: "I should be the one asking you this question. If you don't sit inside, what are you doing here?"

Han Rongxuan immediately brought her to Wen Chuyao, and said, "That's right, Chuyao's hometown is here, and I brought her here to relax."

The visitor said with a smile, "This is the woman who haunts you forever and ever. She really has a unique temperament, good vision, good vision."

Wen Chuyao smiled, not knowing how to answer.