Chapter 433

"Yes."

The coachman said, "go and stay outside. Don't you see that there are so many people in here? You're so dirty that you don't rub other people. "

At first, there were more than a dozen people sheltering from the wind and rain. There were several men with swords on their waists, and a middle-aged man in his fifties. He was accompanied by a young couple and a one-year-old child in his arms, along with seven or eight guards and two maids.

Several swordsmen sat in the right corner of the dilapidated house, as if they were in a group. In the corner of the room a little closer to the right was the prince in royal clothes. On the left, where there was better shelter from the wind, the middle-aged man and others were sitting.

It said big or not, said small is not small, although looking at no position, but accommodate her such a person still have.

However, when her eyes passed by these people without trace, her eyes slightly stopped, and then looked carefully again. Her heart moved and wanted to leave! This person has arrived here, it seems a little late to leave now.

With a sigh in her heart, she did not show her face. She held a bamboo hat in one hand and said, "I'll stay by the door to avoid the wind and rain. I won't meet anyone else."

"But I don't like you. I don't want you to come in for shelter. What do you say?" The man in royal clothes said leisurely, with a look of dandy.

The swordsmen on one side were none of their business. They just sat watching the play, but the middle-aged man on the other side frowned and looked at the man in royal clothes.

The young couple with the baby also looked at each other. The woman patted the child on the back, looked at the middle-aged man, and whispered, "father, why don't you ask that little master to come here and have a rest?"

The middle-aged man looked at the woman, his eyebrows relaxed, his face showed a smile, and nodded his head slightly. Then he looked at the little monk who was stopped and said, "little master, come here and have a rest! If you make room for a little bit, you can still sit down. "

On hearing this, Tang Ning's eyebrows and eyes bent. He put the hat between his hands and gave them a Buddhist salute: "Amitabha, thank you very much."

The coachman saw that those people actually asked the monk to have a rest. He didn't dare to stop him for a while. He looked back at his young master, and felt a little uneasy.

Tang Ning stepped in and murmured to himself: "if your clothes are dirty, just wash them. If you have a heart, you can't wash them."

Hearing this, all the people in the broken house looked at the dirty little monk, but the man in royal clothes was ugly and his fists were tight, but he was afraid of the middle-aged man and so on, and he put down the idea of finding trouble for the little monk.

"Little master, sit here! There's not much wind in here The middle-aged man waved to let downing sit next to him.

Donning stopped for a moment and said, "thank you very much, but my coat and shirt are wet and splashed with mud. I'd better sit by the door."

Smell speech, the middle-aged man low smile: "ha ha, no harm, little master said it? If your clothes are dirty, just wash them. Your clothes are all wet. I don't think you have any burden. If you don't mind, I'll ask someone to change it for you, so as not to get sick and cold. "