Pick up a prince, eat it and wipe it up

Shen Zeqing swallowed back what he wanted to say, and took a meaningful look at Wuyou's hand pulling Meng Haoping's sleeve, and at the same time took a look at Meng Haoping's focused gaze.

Wuyou said where he was going, Meng Haoping didn't agree with anything, so he nodded directly, walked forward with Wuyou's strength, and adjusted his direction consciously, so that Wuyou could go more smoothly.

Shen Zeqing silently looked at the two people in front, and silently followed.

Wuyou followed the middle-aged man in front. They were going to his house. The man said that he did the wood carving himself. This small town knows that the wood carving business is not very good. After all, this thing is not a must-have item at home, and there is no one who buys woodcarving out of nowhere. This thing is also very cheap because of the easy-to-manufacture material.

Wuyou likes the woodcarving not because of the woodcarving itself, but because of the technique of the woodcarving.

The man's face is very old, but his eyes are clear and bright, his figure is slightly bent, his clothes are also torn in many places, and his overall condition is not good, but this man does not tremble at all when he looks at them. , just squatting quietly by the side with eyes lowered, not deliberately stepping forward to shout, nor turning around and walking away without taking the things he put out.

When Wuyou looked over, he was actually the first person he saw, and then the things placed in front of him. The man was just quietly fiddling with the wood carving in front of him, holding an unfinished wood carving in his hand. The Avalokitesvara statue, on the light-colored wood, the benevolent face of the Avalokitesvara can be vaguely seen, but the workmanship is very good.

"Young master, it's right here."

The man led them all to the entrance of a small alley, his house was the first house in this alley, the door was opened, and before Wuyou could see what was inside, he rushed out A three or four-year-old doll, the little doll is a little thin, so the eyes are extraordinarily large, the fluffy hair on the head is blah, and a small bun has been loosened , the clothes were covered with sawdust and dust, and I knew that the child was probably playing on the ground when the man didn't come back.

The child's steps towards his father came to a halt when he suddenly saw so many people.He was originally short-legged, but he stopped suddenly and felt a little unsteady, so he staggered and threw himself on the ground.

Worry-free eyes have been paying attention to this little guy who appeared suddenly, seeing that he is about to fall, but the shot is quick, he strode in from the side of the man, and grabbed the child's back collar with his hands, The child immediately froze in mid-air, wobbling around.

The man was a step behind Wuyou, his big hand stopped in mid-air, he raised his head slightly, not daring to look at Wuyou's face, but carefully set his eyes on Wuyou's lapel: "Thank you, my lord." The big hand bypassed Wuyou's hand, and carefully hugged his naughty son in his arms.

The man wasn't particularly tall, but he wasn't short for the kid.I was blinking and looking at the ground close at hand, but in an instant I was lifted a little higher, the tip of my nose was full of familiar smells, and the child blinked and regained consciousness in an instant.

Wuyou withdrew his hand, nodded his head slightly, turned his eyes and met the child's clear eyes, the child's little face, which was a little dusty, turned red when he saw it, and the little face turned red. She avoided Wuyou's gaze from the side, and leaned on the man's shoulder, laughing, her small white teeth sticking out.

Meng Haoping's face darkened, and he silently looked at his empty palms, feeling a bit stuffy, and silently moved closer to Wuyou's side, flicking his sleeves, making the man next to him involuntarily move aside. For the sake of it, Meng Haoping glanced at Wuyou with a guilty conscience, and then lowered his eyes.

Anyone could see Meng Haoping's little move clearly. The expressions on the faces of the guards couldn't hold back anymore. They felt that the son of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion whom he had come into contact with before was totally fake. Contact, now everything has come to naught, and they feel that they have been deceived.

The one in front of me is probably not a fake prince, is he?

The guards silently swallowed the complaints that came to their lips, and the man over there had already greeted everyone to enter the yard.The man's house is not big, it's not crowded if there are two men, one big and one small, but if all these people want to come in, it will be too crowded. The guards stood silently at the door, and didn't follow inside at all. It was crowded, and only two people were left to follow the young master into the yard, while the others stood guard at the door.

In the corner of the yard of the man's house, there were quite a few logs piled up, most of which were fresh. The house didn't look like a home, but a small workshop, with sawdust everywhere.The man seemed a little embarrassed, hurriedly wiped the table and chairs with a cloth pulled out from nowhere, and let Wuyou and the others sit down.

The child in his arms was held firmly, but from time to time he had to take a look at Wuyou, then turned his head sideways and smiled.

To be honest, if the child was not too young and his eyes were too clean, Meng Haoping would never let this little thing just look at his carefree, um, not casually look at him!Don't show it!

It's just that I don't know if the child is courageous or a bit naughty. He doesn't care about Meng Haoping's occasional stares at him. The sound is beautiful.

The most beautiful person the child has ever seen, he thinks it is his mother, but the mother is gone, and they don't want them anymore, so she is not the prettiest person he thinks.

The child sneered and shyly leaned back on his father's shoulders. The man seemed to have never heard what his stupid son said about him, um, he didn't hear anything, he didn't hear anything, and he hoped that the young man wouldn't hear it either.

He is a nobleman, if he really wants to say this, the nobleman will be angry.Didn't those noble people hate others talking about their appearance the most? He knows the rules, um, he knows.

"Young master, all the small things are in the room. You sit here and wait for a while, and the small ones will be brought here."

The man said he held his stupid son steady, and went into the house. After a while, the man came out again with a little helplessness on his face, holding a small basket in one hand, which contained the things he thought he was quite satisfied with. things, the other hand is still holding his child firmly.