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The two of them were stunned at the same time.

Song Chuyi was surprised that Wen Renshu's hands were so big!

Wen Renshu was stunned by this warm touch.

There was a touch of warmth hidden in the moist soil, as if it was not his imagination.

"Brother Wenren, your hands are so big."

The little man's voice rang in Wen Renshu's ears.

Wen Renshu came back to his senses and responded in a low voice, "Yeah."

"Then can you make a little clay figurine?" Song Chuyi asked again.

Wen Renshu shook his head, "No."

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up, "I can, I can!"

He raised his little hand, "You learn from me!"

He chuckled and said, "I can make all kinds of little clay figurines."

As if he had found a place where he was better than Wen Renshu, Song Chuyi actually taught him step by step how to make a clay figurine.

But he was so small that Wen Renshu had to concentrate all his attention to see the movements under the little man's fingers.

The little clay figurine made by the little man is also very small, about the same size as an ant passing by. You can't spot it unless you look carefully.

The little clay figurine made by Wen Renshu is much larger and will attract attention wherever it is placed.

Song Chu first looked at the large, delicate and smooth clay figurine made by Wen Renshu, and then looked at the small, slender clay figurine he made.

The long eyelashes trembled twice quickly, and the eye sockets seemed a little red. .

He fell into the flowers and disappeared.

Wen Renshu calmly looked at the emptiness in front of him.

He carefully picked up the little clay figurine that the little man had made, stood up and walked to the swing that was floating gently in the wind, and put the little clay figurine on it.

The little clay figurine is swinging like a little man, but not as lively as a little man.

The only big clay figure was placed by Wen Renshu next to the teapot. The soil was still a little wet, and some soil splashed on his robe.

Wen Renshu didn't notice it.

The voice of a maid came from outside, and the Prime Minister came to visit.

Wen Renshu took a look at the flowers and saw that there was no little person among the colorful flowers.

He turned around and left the yard.

Song Chuyi quietly poked his head out and poked the petals in front of his eyes.

"Why is he so powerful?"

He let out a small sigh, "You can even make clay figures better than me, damn it!"

After muttering a few words, he flapped his little wings and flew to the side of the big clay figurine made by Wen Renshu.

He poked it with his little finger.

"You look so handsome." He praised, "As handsome as your master."

Naturally, the big clay man would not respond to him.

Song Chuyi didn't feel bored either, so he pulled the big clay figure and started talking to himself.

On the other side, Wen Renshu met the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister saluted him and handed him a name card with both hands.

"Master Imperial Master, there will be an oiran election tomorrow at Zuixiang Tower. Are you interested?"

Wen Renshu glanced at the name card and said, "Take it back."

The Prime Minister's expression was grim, "Master Imperial Master, this is just a small gesture."

"No need." Wen Renshu said in a cold voice, "I will not participate in party struggles. I hope the Prime Minister will respect himself."

He waved his long sleeves and said, "Send off guests."

The Prime Minister had already hit the wall countless times at Wen Renshu, and he had expected to hit the wall this time.

Anyway, if he hits a wall, his mortal enemy will hit a wall as well, and no one will get any favors from him.

The Prime Minister was about to leave when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw specks of mud on Wen Renshu's robe.

He was startled.

Why are there mud spots on Wen Renshu's body?

The prime minister was keenly aware that this was a good opportunity to seize Wen Renshu.

After a hasty farewell, he summoned his confidants.

"Is there anything unusual about the Imperial Master these days?"

Confidants reported: "No."

"Go and investigate carefully." The Prime Minister ordered.

The henchman left quickly.

In the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, shortly after the prime minister left, the general also came over.

Still handed over the invitation, inviting Wen Renshu to watch the Oiran Competition.

Wen Renshu also rejected the general.

After refusing, he told the maid that except for the emperor, there would be no guests these days, so he needed to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony seven days later.

The maid took the order and spread the news that the Imperial Master had not seen guests in the past few days.

But this news made the general suspicious. He thought of the few mud spots he saw in the Imperial Prefecture and became more and more confused.

So the same order as the prime minister was passed on.

In the courtyard of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, Wen Renshu sat on a stone chair under the osmanthus tree.

There is a pot of hot tea on the stone table, as well as a large clay figurine that is already slightly dry.

The little man stood next to the big clay figurine, keeping the same movements as it, as if imitating the big clay figurine.

From the time he came in until now, the little man has not spoken like before.

His mouth closed.

The courtyard was very quiet and lifeless.

Time passes bit by bit and the sun gradually sets.

Song Chuyi, who had been imitating the big clay figurine, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Brother Wenren." He suddenly said loudly, "Why don't you ask me what I'm doing?"

Wen Renshu's eyelashes quivered rapidly, and his breathing seemed to become chaotic at this moment.

But it soon returned to normal, as if the confusion at that moment was just an illusion.

After two seconds of silence, he slowly spoke.

"Imitating the big clay man."

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up, "Brother Wenren, you are so smart!"

"No wonder you didn't say anything. It turns out you guessed it."

Song Chu moved his little arms and legs.

"Brother Wenren, shall we have sweet-scented osmanthus cake tonight?"

"Yeah." Wen Renshu responded in a low voice.

He lowered his head and placed his left hand on the stone table.

The fingers are slender and straight, with distinct joints, and only the fingertips are glowing with a touch of rose pink.

The fingertips were very close to Song Chuyi's calf. As long as he got a little closer, he could touch the delicate and warm skin.

But he didn't move.

The fingertips trembled slightly and curled up slightly.

"Achu."

He suddenly called his name.

Song Chuyi's ears twitched and he raised his head to look at Wen Renshu.

"what's wrong?"

Wen Renshu shook his head, "Nothing."

His fingers were curled up and he didn't even have the courage to stretch them out.

After staying for a while, he got up and went to get dinner.

After enjoying dinner with the little man'er, Wen Renshu suddenly spoke.

"The sacrifice will be held in seven days."

Song Chuyi's ears twitched and he became interested.

Holding a small piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hands, he asked curiously, "What does a sacrifice look like?"

Wen Renshu poured a cup of hot tea and placed it next to the little man.

"It's very grand." His tone was calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger. "Ten boys and girls will be selected to receive the baptism of God."

Song Chuyi raised his head in surprise, "What does baptism mean?"

"Rain." Wen Renshu whispered, "It will rain in seven days."

“Baptism is rain.”

Song Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief, "It turns out it's raining. Are you just letting everyone get soaked in the rain together?"

"Ah."

Song Chuyi finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand and stood on tiptoe to take a sip of water, but saw that the teacup was tilted a little.

He can drink water without tiptoeing.