The old thief picked up the carrot and knife, "I have a problem with carving?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head to carve.

Zhichun breathed a sigh of relief and immediately thought of what the old thief said.

This thought is not good... When I was in Ningxing, most of the guests had status. Men like to show off when they see a beautiful woman, and this is not limited by status. Some men mentioned Fang Wai.

Those who truly concentrate on practice will hardly touch the world of mortals and will almost practice asceticism.

Some of the outsiders who are wallowing in the mortal world are like going through tribulations, and finally achieve great enlightenment and achieve extraordinary things. But most of them are lost in the mortal world.

Seven emotions and six desires, fame and wealth are moving...

woman……

Zhichun shuddered and looked at the old thief with more gratitude in his eyes.

This old ghost doesn’t seem to be bad!

What is he doing?

Zhichun saw that the old thief was moving his knife like flying, and there was something extra on the carrot.

"alright."

The old thief put down the carrot and took out a pen and paper.

Grind the ink and start writing.

"Hey! Name!"

The old thief raised his head and asked.

Zhichun said subconsciously: "Call me Xia Zhichun!"

The old thief began to write.

What is he writing?

letter?

Zhichun wanted to see it, but was embarrassed.

After the old thief finished writing, he got some ink pads and came out.

What is this for?

Zhichun is puzzled.

The old thief took the carved carrot seal, dyed it with ink pad, and stamped it on the paper.

Picking up the paper and blowing on it a few times, the old thief said with satisfaction: "The craftsmanship is still there!"

He looked up, "Looking for a place to stay!"

Zhichun said: "Our roads are different. Those who travel against the direction will find the problem at a glance."

"Just follow."

The old thief got out of the car, sat on the shaft, and said, "Let's go!"

Later, he found a restaurant that was located in a busy place.

"get off!"

Zhichun got out of the car, followed the old thief in, and whispered behind him: "Be careful..."

"You two gentlemen!"

The guy welcomed me out warmly.

"One room, good quality." The old thief looked generous and generous.

The waiter glanced at Zhichun, who was wearing a t-shirt, and said, "Your Majesty, Lu Yin."

Zhichun's heart trembled.

Looking up, through the window, I saw the old thief taking out the piece of paper.

"Jia Ren."

"It's me."

"Xia Zhichun."

"My wife!"

The guy looked at Xia Zhichun a few more times.

"What are you looking at?" the old thief said dissatisfied.

"You are so lucky, sir." The waiter smiled apologetically.

Check in immediately.

"You...what you wrote before was Lu Yin? No, you forged it! This is a crime of beheading!"

Zhichun entered the room and leaned against the door, looking nervous.

"You don't need to worry about it."

"No need to worry about it? I will be beheaded when the time comes! Also, we should keep a low profile, but you asked for the best room. Isn't this eye-catching?"

"To be able to marry a beauty like you, do you think I should be a poor man?"

The old thief walked to the window, opened a crack and looked out.

yes!

Zhichun looked at the old thief and thought, this man turns out to be thoughtful and calm in his actions.

I underestimated him!

"You wait here."

The old thief went out quietly.

"you……"

Zhichun wanted to ask him where he was going, but felt that he had no position.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that the old thief came back.

"Eat it!"

The old thief came back with a lot of food.

He squatted beside him and ate, leaving the table to Zhichun.

Zhichun hesitated for a moment, "You can sit down and eat too!"

The old thief raised his head and said, "I'm used to squatting."

"Why?" Zhichun felt strange.

The old thief said casually: "Sitting while eating is disrespectful to noble people."

It turns out that he is the nobleman’s follower!

After eating, Zhichun was a little nervous.

"I'm laying the floor!"

The old thief brought enough bedding, and since the weather was hot, all he needed was something to cushion him on.

He lay down and soon his breathing became steady.

However, Zhichun didn't sleep much. He was worried that the old thief would attack him at night.

In the early morning, the old thief got up, and Zhichun, who was drowsy, was suddenly startled, "What are you going to do?"

"If I want to touch you, how dare you call for help? Stupid!"

The old thief went out to wash up.

yes!

Do I dare to call for help?

Zhichun felt relaxed and fell asleep immediately.

When I woke up again, there were two cakes and a bowl of soup on the table.

After eating the cake and drinking half a bowl of soup, Zhichun opened the window and the noise from outside rushed in.

The scene that was once so familiar seems strange now.

I don't know how much time passed, but someone knocked on the door outside.

The door opened and it was the old thief.

He came in with a bag on his back, "Follow me to the outside of the city tomorrow. Remember, you are my wife and my helper."

"Help with what?"
To be continued...