Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

After listening to Yuzhu's words, He Sheng frowned unconsciously, "Why is this happening?"

Cui Yu stammered, "Maybe because Master Ji is an outsider, he doesn't take it seriously."

He Sheng couldn't understand. How could she know that He Ziming only said that sentence in front of her that day, and later forgot to inform Butler Zhao. Later, he never went to see him again because he was busy. Naturally, the servants thought he was unimportant and ignored him.

"Then you should hurry up and urge Butler Zhao." He Sheng was discouraged. This was a villain. If he hated her family because of this, they would be doomed.

The next morning, He Sheng ran to Ji Zeheng's yard. She wanted to see his condition in person and then ask Butler Zhao to do something quickly.

When He Sheng came in, Ji Zeheng was in a daze in the yard. It had just snowed and the weather was very cold. He sat on a stone bench in thin clothes, his hands and face red from the cold.

"Ji Zeheng? What are you doing sitting in the yard?"

Ji Zeheng looked over and asked, "Who are you?"

"He Sheng, I am the third child in my family. Do you still remember me?" He Sheng looked inquiring. They had only met once and he wondered if he still remembered him.

"Remember." Ji Zeheng nodded. It turned out that she was the Third Miss, and she was the one who sent someone to deliver the pastries last night.

Hearing him say that he remembered He Sheng, He Sheng smiled. That’s great, at least he remembered it.

"You haven't answered why I'm sitting in the yard yet?"

"I like it." Ji Zeheng said and stopped talking.

He Sheng tried to understand, but couldn't, so she gave up and turned away, "Let's go find Butler Zhao."

With He Sheng's urging, Ji Zeheng quickly got a servant to take care of his daily life. The room was completely cleaned and a charcoal brazier was lit.

Ji Zeheng's clothes were also changed. All his thin clothes were taken off, and the newly bought cotton-padded clothes were fit and warm.

He Sheng looked at Ji Zeheng, who had been washed and changed into new clothes, and wanted to start a conversation. He rolled his eyes and asked, "Where are you from?"

Ji Zeheng knew that everything he had now was thanks to her, and even though he didn't really want to get along with children, he still patiently talked to her.

"Yingzhou."

He Sheng thought about it and found that he didn't know where Yingzhou was. He muttered, "I don't know where it is."

Ji Zeheng explained, "It's in the south of the capital."

“Does it snow where you are?” It sounds like the South.

"will not."

"Oh, no wonder you're sitting in the yard, the snow really does look nice."

Ji Zeheng's expression suddenly became strange. Did the Third Miss think that he was sitting in the yard admiring the snow?

He Sheng quickly changed the topic, "What is it like over there? Can you tell me about it? I have never been out of Beijing."

Ji Zeheng had no choice but to stop reminding her of his invisible thoughts and start telling her a story.

His life experience was neither exciting nor interesting, but he had read storybooks, and the Third Miss had never left the capital, so whatever he said was true, and he could make up anything.

Ji Zeheng has a talent for storytelling. He can tell a clichéd story about a scholar who is favored by a princess in high school, forced to abandon his original wife, and then fights hard, and finally the three of them live happily together, with twists and turns.

He Sheng could guess where the story was going, but he couldn't help but want to hear him continue.

The wind blowing in from outside disturbed He Sheng's mood, and she excitedly took Ji Zeheng's hand and walked into his room.

Ji Zeheng was so frightened by her sudden action that he remained silent.

"Go on, I want to hear it all."

He tilted his head, "Where did Third Miss take me?"

"In your house, the charcoal pot is burning, the house is warm, hurry up and tell me, then what?"

Ji Zeheng paused to recall where he was talking about, and then continued to tell her.

He Sheng was still not satisfied after listening to it. Of course, it was not because of this loser story, but because he liked the rhythm and voice of Ji Zeheng's storytelling.

"You will definitely make a fortune as a storyteller in the future." He Sheng affirmed.

Ji Zeheng suddenly laughed out loud, "Thank you for your good words, young lady. I was planning to do just that, and a blind man being a storyteller is perfect for me."

"No, that's not what I meant. It's because you tell the story well. Don't get me wrong. I don't look down on you. On the contrary, you are amazing for being able to tell a story to this extent."

Ji Zeheng found her interesting, and he saw "sincerity" in her, but she grew up in this aristocratic family. Her second sister had the same traits as his third sister, and her younger brother, the young master, was not immune either. But she was different.

Ji Zeheng paused. That’s right, she was very well protected by her parents, and he was very envious.

Seeing that he was silent, He Sheng continued, "But I don't like this story, it's too bad. If you don't want to tell the story about your life, then forget it. If you want to make up a story, then make up a good one for me. Forget about this self-imagination story of a cheap man. If you hadn't told it well, I would have run away long ago."

Ji Zeheng found it even more amusing, "How did Third Miss know this was made up?"

"I'm just new to the world, not stupid. Ji Zeheng, don't think I'm stupid and I believe whatever others say."

Ji Zeheng pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll make up a new one for you."

Ji Zeheng is too old, and there seems to be a sense of disconnection between him and his age. Listening to the way he speaks, He Sheng always forgets that he is only eight years old.

Here girls reach marriage age at 14, and boys reach manhood age at 16. Even by this standard, he is still too old.

"Have you read a lot of books before?" He Sheng asked curiously. She couldn't think of anything else that could have taught someone like him.

"Well... guess so." Ji Zeheng smiled. His mother had a lot of books, many, many books. When the place didn't provide them with food, they had to rely on selling those books to buy food.

Ji Zeheng would sometimes feel it was a pity that the book was sold before he had even read it, so he would rush to finish reading it before it was sold, swallowing it whole. He did not understand many parts of the book, so it could not be considered that he had finished reading it, he had only flipped through it.

He didn't want to elaborate, so He Sheng poked his arm and asked, "Can you write?"

"I know a little bit... But now, Miss, please don't make fun of me."

"So what's the character for 'heng' in your name?"

"It's the horizontal jade on the jade pendant." Ji Zeheng thought for a moment and added, "A gentleman is like Heng, and his feathered robe shines."

"Your parents should love you very much."

It’s a good implication, as if it was carefully selected.

"My mother loves me, but my father doesn't." Ji Zeheng corrected, "But these are meaningless. What story do you want to hear? I'll make it up for you now."

"Is it okay to have something to do with cultivating immortals? I want to hear stories about immortals slaying demons and monsters."

He Sheng folded his arms on the table and rested his head on them. "Tell me, if I cultivate immortality, can I live longer?"

He Sheng was just asking casually. The answer to this question was no. She would still die. She would definitely die.

Ji Zeheng, on the other hand, looked serious and nodded solemnly, "I definitely will."