Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 13

"Hahahaha..." The man in white burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha..." Then the three men burst into laughter.

"Huh? You seemed quite wealthy just now? I clearly saw you give that beggar some silver!" the man in white asked persistently, his handsome eyes filled with a smile.

"That was given to me by a customer just now." Saying this in public was extremely hurtful to her self-esteem. She was always the one giving tips, but now she was accepting a tip from someone else.

"You're still asking customers for tips?!"

"I didn't want it! They gave it to me!" Wei Zijun explained in frustration, but immediately regretted it. Why did she even bother explaining? She didn't understand why she had to explain to him.

"With so little money, you still have to give it away everywhere. Oh dear!" the man in white said, feigning a sigh.

"You...don't you have any compassion at all? And you even have to make sarcastic remarks!" I'm so angry I could explode! Why does she have to be so poor!

Wei Zijun glared at the man in white with annoyance, only to see his handsome eyes, which were unusually bright because of his smile, staring intently at her.

"Would you like to hear a song, sir?" a timid female voice asked from behind.

[Volume 1, Deer City Chapter: Chapter 12 The Origin (Part 3)]

Wei Zijun turned around and saw a girl in red standing there holding a pipa, with an old man playing the erhu beside her. The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, large eyes, and a delicate nose. She was beautiful, but her face was pale, perhaps due to frequent exposure to the wind and sun and some malnutrition. The old man was even more emaciated, so thin that it was heartbreaking.

"Alright, sing any song you like." The man in white elegantly raised his hand in greeting.

The young girl tuned her strings and sang:

Laughing at the east wind, shattering the broken dream.

Red candles warm the tent, a gentle breeze carries the scent of flowers.

A hangover, thin clothes caught a slight chill.

My longing for you is sent to a lone wild goose across the ends of the earth.

Laughing in the east wind, gathering the remnants of her beauty.

The painted screen is languidly red and mutedly green.

The jade toad taps on the window as the night rain falls.

Who will listen to the zither strings playing softly?

Laughing at the east wind, accompanying my remaining life.

Don't be heartless when spring is saddened by wind and rain.

Flowers fluttered down from the sky.

The old wings beyond the clouds kept chirping.

...

Just as they were singing, four guests came up. They were all dressed as samurai in short jackets and each carried a weapon.

The leader was quite handsome, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that one of his eyes was crossed.

Wei Zijun quickly went up to greet them.

"Hey? This kid's not bad looking. His skin is smoother than any of those women's. Why don't you just come back with me? Ha~~~ Ha~~~~" The leader said, slapping Wei Zijun's face.

Upon seeing this, the white-clad man's handsome face darkened, and his fingers twitched slightly as he touched his chopsticks. However, the black-clad man beside him grabbed his hand.

Wei Zijun was filled with shame and indignation, but she was also worried about causing trouble for the innkeeper, so she had to suppress her anger. "Sir, as the saying goes, a gentleman uses words, not fists. This is a restaurant, and those who come here are fortunate to have good food. Why don't you order a few dishes?"

"Heh heh he told me to use my mouth." The squinting man glanced at his companions, who were all leering. Then he turned to Wei Zijun, leering, "You told me to use my mouth? I'll show you! Heh he ...

"Sixth Brother—" Wei Zijun called out unhappily. "Hurry up and serve the guest."

"Yes," came the reply from below, who had already climbed the stairs.

"The guests want to order a few dishes, so please serve them first. I still have other guests here." She didn't want to face those people anymore, and she wasn't sure if she could hold back from saying anything later.

"I don't need him! I'll have you serve me!" the man said, resorting to his shameless behavior.

"Waiter! Why aren't you here serving us? You've disappeared in the blink of an eye!" the white-robed man said in a deep voice.

Wei Zijun gave him a grateful glance.

"Why are you calling him! Let him deal with it himself. It's much more interesting for us to watch the show," the man in black grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing this, the man in white ignored him, elegantly blew on the tea leaves, and lowered his head to take a sip of tea.

The squinty-eyed man glanced over and, seeing that the group looked quite distinguished, decided not to cause trouble and gave up.

The girl who was singing had finished her song, and the man in white gave her a reward before waving them away.

The girl reached the doorway but was stopped by the slanted-eyed man: "Young lady—come and sing a song."

The old man hesitated for a moment, and the girl went to meet him.

"What kind of music would you like to hear, sir?" the young girl asked.

"Of course, I want to hear love songs."