Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 308

"Brother Ming, you really don't want to leave?"

The three children hiding in the dark heard these words.

This was said by the man standing next to Pei Feiming, and his tone seemed a little sad.

Pei Feiming said: "I... the Second Young Master treats me with all his sincerity..."

"What do you mean by sincere?" The man seemed a little anxious and said sharply, "Other people may not know that kind of person, but you don't know it? He's just coveting your beauty, it's a temporary novelty. When he finds someone better and more beautiful, who will still remember who you are? If you refuse to leave now, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

After saying this, Pei Feiming was silent for a long time. The man was also silent for a while, and then his voice softened again: "Brother Ming, come with me. We have made money anyway. If you don't want to sing anymore, then we won't sing anymore, and I don't want the troupe anymore. Let's go sightseeing together, and when we are old, find a quiet and elegant place to build a thatched cottage and spend the rest of our lives. Wouldn't it be nice to no longer worry about money?"

"Boss, you should just...go on your own."

"Brother Ming..." the class leader asked dejectedly but stubbornly, "Why don't you want to leave? Are you reluctant to give up this wealth?"

"Huh?" Pei Feiming seemed surprised. He took a half step back and looked him up and down, sneering as if he was meeting him for the first time. "Huang Yuquan, don't you feel guilty when you say that? If I were greedy for wealth and status, you wouldn't have had a chance to succeed me. Could it be that the Second Young Master is the first wealthy person I've met?"

"He's certainly not, but he's the prince of the palace after all, much stronger than before. Brother Ming, you don't have to hide it anymore. You might as well tell me clearly and tell me to give up," Huang Yuquan said with a sad smile, "If you're not after money, then maybe it's for the person? What could you possibly like about such an ordinary-looking idiot?"

After hearing this, the three children looked at each other with a bit of disbelief in their eyes.

If they guessed correctly, that plain-looking idiot should be... the second son of Prince Jia's Mansion, right?

Just start scolding like that?

Regardless of whether it is true or not, this is too harsh to say. What's more, the Yuquan Troupe depends on the Prince Jia's Mansion for their livelihood. In the past, they only sang songs. Since Pei Feiming became the favorite of the Second Young Master, they don't have to do any work. If the masters don't listen to operas much, they are just supporting them in vain.

We treat them very well. Even if they don't feel grateful, they shouldn't pick up the bowl to eat and then curse when they put it down, right?

No wonder Candou stood so far away. There were obviously servants around, but they were still holding lanterns themselves. They must have been talking about private matters and were afraid of being overheard.

They were briefly shocked and pricked up their ears again.

It's been quiet over there for a long time.

Pei Feiming: "If you think so, there's no point in saying more. I won't leave anyway."

"You!" No one argued with him, but Huang Yuquan became even angrier. "Okay, okay, I'm blind and I misjudged you! But don't forget, your indenture is still in my hands. Tell me, if I offer a sky-high price, will your Second Young Master still want you?"

He threw his head back and laughed.

The fireworks in the distance lit up half the sky. The child saw it with his sharp eyes and a big crystal tear flowed from the corner of his eye. He suddenly felt it was incredible.

What is that? Another way to drool? It can't be tears, right?

He threatens people, and he is right?

The child scratched her head in confusion, then looked at her godfather, who was lowering his head and seemed a little sad.

But this time he did not remain silent for too long. When his crazy laughter gradually died down, he suddenly hit Huang Yuquan's chin with an uppercut and manually closed his open mouth. He took two steps back and sat down on the ground inadvertently, sitting on a protruding round stone. He jumped up again, whimpering with one hand covering his chin and screaming with the other hand covering half of his buttocks.

"Damn it, are you laughing at your dad? It's so noisy!"

The handsome uncle Feiming then cursed slowly, explained the reason for hitting him, and rubbed his ears. It was obvious that he was very annoyed.

At that instant, the child's ability was activated, so fast that she almost thought it was an illusion.

But no...

[A qualified stepping stone, even if you stand by and watch your loved ones being bullied, should at least offer something for them to use as a weapon, right? Power is a great thing, and you should know how to share it.]

The child had a bad feeling, but she didn't feel like she was missing anything.

I guess it's just like Waiya and the others. The child's ability not only protects them, but also gives her strength and... enthusiasm for people.

But Waiya and the others didn't lose anything because of this, and neither would she...

It's just possible that... I'll be suppressed by him.

The child felt a little unwell when he thought of his own abilities.

Her abilities meant she was bound to be weaker than those closest to her, but that wasn't too far-fetched, was it? Her strength had been accumulated over time, so even if she shared it, it wouldn't allow anyone to surpass her.

She frowned and thought.

Pei Feiming was also a little surprised. As an opera singer, he must have some strength, otherwise he would not be able to lift those things, let alone take care of others. When Huang Yuquan was bedridden in Xiacheng, he had to rely on himself for everything.

The children are sensible, but he is reluctant to ask them to do heavy work.

Later, when they grew up a little, he became a little lazy, but he was not too weak. He estimated that this punch would at least hurt him for a long time, but who knew that this one would directly knock his jaw off.

Is he really that angry? Is he so angry that he becomes very strong?

Pei Feiming was puzzled, but his expression remained calm. He raised his eyebrows, not even looking at Huang Yuquan, and said loudly: "Fava Bean, let's go!"

After saying this, he walked away arrogantly with the lamp in his hand.

It's fallen, so what can you do?

Does he dare to complain?

Even though Huang's words and deeds seemed to show that he didn't care about money and just wanted to run away with him, he was actually very attentive to those young masters back then.

Later in the palace, wasn't he the first one to sing a song for the second young master? Unfortunately, he was not liked by the other master.

Now, it was nothing more than seeing what he was thinking after making a lot of money. Did he want to stay in the imperial capital, or what? He had great ambitions but little talent, so Pei Feiming didn't bother to ask in detail.

No matter what, if I really go with him, isn't it my own money that I'm spending?

He has spent a lot for his family and the troupe over the years. He has done very well and doesn't want any more.

He should also plan for himself.

Who cares whether the Second Young Master is reliable or not?

After all, he is still willing to spend real money now, right? Even if he is not willing to redeem it, can't Pei Feiming redeem himself?

What Huang Yuquan had in his hand was not really a personal contract, but a guarantee that he would sing for twenty years before leaving the troupe.

But his fame wasn't based on his singing, it was based on his looks. Every year he stayed would make him worth less. He was determined to do this losing business and was determined to offer a price that no one could afford. Pei Feiming wasn't afraid of him. Even if his voice was poisoned and his face was scratched, he wouldn't sing a single word. He wanted to see who Huang could rely on to make a fortune...

Thinking of this, Pei Feiming couldn't help but sigh in his heart, sighing for his blindness.

So confusing.

Seeing him pretending to be a human being these years, I really treated him as a human being. Even if I felt something was wrong occasionally, I tolerated it for the sake of the children in the troupe. Who knew that he was actually a heartless person, worse than pigs and dogs.