Chapter Forty-Four: The Beggar

  Delighted and listless, waiting at the palace gate, but half a time passed, Han Changrui was nowhere to be seen. An hour passed, still no movement, two hours passed, the sky was already filled with twinkling starlight, Gaoxing's Wuzang Temple had lodged a serious protest, but the closed palace gate still showed no signs of opening.

  "It's been so long and not even a message, is that Gao Wei having an affair with Han Changlian?" Gao Xing thought to himself, feeling a chill in his heart. But when it came to the carefree Tianzi Gao Wei, even if something abnormal happened, it would be considered normal.

  "High waist, thin skin and tender meat, handsome appearance, Han Changyuan should like it!" He was excited to rub his belly, which was crying out loud, while secretly ridiculing Gao Wei and Han Changyuan.

  "Damn it, whether you guys are gay or not, when I become successful one day, I'll make sure those with special fetishes have a good time with you. I heard that Gao Wei likes group sex, and I'll definitely fulfill your wish in the future. Hmph, if it weren't for your troublemaking, would I have gone to so much trouble? Ah, damn it, I'm starving!"

  Perhaps heaven heard the happy complaints, and the huge palace gate creaked open with a loud noise. Han Changyuan's figure finally appeared in front of Gaoxing. Gaoxing was so excited that tears almost fell down.

  "Your Highness." He hastily stepped forward a few steps and bowed.

  Han Changyuan nodded slightly, his expression calm and collected, but Liu's sharp senses still detected a hint of excitement that he was trying hard to conceal.

  "His Excellency is pleased, but after a busy day of official duties, he is extremely tired and has already retired for the night. Therefore, you will not be summoned to see him now. As it's getting late, you can go back and rest first, and wait calmly for His Excellency's summons." Han Changyuan's attitude improved slightly.

  "Yes, that's all. I'll take my leave!" The excitement on his face dissipated, replaced by a look of loss. He bowed to Han Changyuan and led his twenty guards away.

  Han Changyuan saw the change on Gaoxing's face, a cold smile flashed across his face, and he looked at Gaoxing's shoulder with concern: "Gaoxing Xianzhong, I don't know if you have a place to settle down. If not, you can follow me back to the mansion to rest for a few days. Escorting me on the way, you must be very tired."

  "I have a place to live under my own name, thank you for your kindness, Your Highness." He said with a happy and grateful smile.

  "Oh, that's good. This trip has been exhausting, so I'll head back now. You can go ahead and do what you need to." Han Changyuan finished speaking, then got into his carriage and headed towards his own estate.

  Watching Han Changyuan's departing carriage, his delighted eyes narrowed again, a cold glint in his eyes, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was warm and compassionate.

  "Han Feng Han Changyuan, you should have taken all the credit for yourself! No matter what, if I didn't want to lose my hard-won family, this opportunity wouldn't be here yet. You can wait, one day I'll make you kneel at my feet and beg for mercy!"

  "Go." He let out a long sigh of relief, happily expelling all the gloom and stagnation in his chest, and regained his usual calmness and composure.

  After finishing, Gaoxing happily took big strides forward, with the twenty guards closely following behind him, forming a semicircle that subtly protected Gaoxing. Each of them had a steady demeanor, quick movements, and sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.

  He was delighted to have found a larger inn, and after having dinner with his attendants, he quietly settled down.

  The next morning, he woke up early from his meditation and ordered the guards to stay quietly at the inn. He then went out onto the streets by himself.

  I happily bought a few buns from the roadside and wandered along the road while eating. Although Ye City is the political, cultural and economic center of Northern Qi, it also seems to be bustling with prosperity. However, there are not many smiles on the faces of the people in the city.

  The streets were already bustling with activity, and the townspeople had begun to hurry about their daily lives. Gao Xing blended in with the crowd, walking slowly. His white robes fluttered as he moved among the throngs of people, most of whom wore tattered clothes, had weathered faces, and looked exhausted - a stark contrast to his own refined appearance.

  His clothes were as white as snow, the fabric wasn't extremely luxurious but was of high quality. Adding to that his demeanor was not common, one glance and you could tell he wasn't born in an ordinary family, the pedestrians passing by him couldn't help but subconsciously give way.

  To be honest, for the past three months, Gao Xing had been busy non-stop and hadn't taken a good rest yet. At this moment, due to being forced into idleness, he suddenly felt a little lost.

  "Let's find a place to live first and settle down before we talk about anything else." He smiled bitterly, feeling isolated was always unpleasant, the long-forgotten sense of loneliness surged up again.

  "Get out of here, you beggar! You're really unlucky, coming here so early in the morning and not letting people do business, affecting customers' appetite!"

  Delighted to stop in his tracks, he looked around and saw that about 10 meters in front of him, a small second person with a look of disgust on his face was pushing a dirty beggar out of the restaurant.

  "Little brother, just be kind to me, I haven't eaten anything for two days." The beggar's face was dark and his age couldn't be discerned, his hair was disheveled, his body was emaciated, and his voice was full of pleading.

  "Less nonsense! Hurry up and get out!" The shopkeeper, with a look of impatience, pinched his nose with one hand and pushed the beggar out the door with the other.

  "Little brother, please, have a heart. I have an 80-year-old mother at home and weak wife and children to care for. Consider it as accumulating virtue for your ancestors, beggar that I will never forget your kindness!" The beggar bowed his head, holding a broken bowl in his dirty hands, pleading bitterly, with tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, washing away a small part of the dirt on his face.

  Delighted, can't help but laugh, how did this beggar use this sentence of "Wan Jin You" (a Chinese idiom meaning something is extremely valuable), it's really powerful.

  "Pah! With your filthy appearance, can you have a wife? I'll count to three, if you don't disappear, I won't be polite!" The young servant looked at the beggar with disdain, feeling contemptuous in his heart. His own handsome face hadn't even found a girlfriend yet, but this beggar already had a wife - it was simply laughable.

  "Just be good, these days, who doesn't have a hard time?" The beggar's voice was choked with sobs, he wiped his nose with his hand, and then grasped the waiter's clothes tightly again. The waiter's originally clean clothes now had an extra small stain, which looked particularly eye-catching.

  "Damn it, stinky beggar! My clothes!" The little servant looked at his clean clothes that had been dirtied by the beggar and felt a surge of great anger. He lifted one foot and kicked the beggar. This set of clothes was given by the master, not only as work attire but also as his newest and cleanest suit, yet it was dirtied by this shameless beggar, which was really unbearable.

  "Ah!" The beggar shouted and hastily retreated a step back, just in time to avoid the kick from Xiao Er.

  "Don't run, I'll beat you to death!" The shopkeeper's attack missed its mark, and in his anger, he grabbed the towel from his shoulder and chased after the beggar.

  However, the beggar's hands and feet were very agile. The little servant shouted and scolded repeatedly, until he was panting with exhaustion, but still couldn't touch a single corner of the beggar's clothes.

  "Damn it, stinky beggar! If I see you begging in the store again, I'll definitely break your legs!" The shopkeeper shouted loudly, his eyes red with anger, staring at the beggar five meters away.

  "Oh dear, little brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get your clothes dirty. Why don't you take them off and I'll help you wash them!" The beggar looked apologetic, but his eyes were darting back and forth nonstop.

  "Get out! Get out!" The shopkeeper looked at the beggar's hands, which were covered in dirt and stains. The fire in his eyes grew stronger. If I give you this clothes, I'm afraid it will never come back, not to mention whether you can wash it clean or not.

  The corners of his mouth floated with a hint of a smile, thinking to himself: interesting, this little beggar is actually a practitioner's son, could he be the offspring of the Beggar Clan?