Chapter 433 Making Things Difficult for Master Tang

"Yes."

The coachman responded, stepped forward to the door of the broken house, and blocked the little monk who was about to step in: "Go, go, stay outside, don't you see so many people inside? Dirty, so as not to rub other people dirty."

There were more than a dozen people sheltering from the wind and rain in the broken house, a few men with swords around their waists, and a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a young couple and a one-year-old in his arms. , accompanied by seven or eight guards and two maids.

A few men with swords were sitting in the right corner of the broken house. They seemed to be in a group. In the corner to the right, the young man in brocade was sitting. On the left, where the wind was better, was sitting in the middle. Years of men first class.

It said that it was not big or not, and that it was not too small. Although it seemed that there was no place, there was still room for a person like her.

It's just that when her eyes swept over the people inside without a trace, her eyes paused, and then she took a closer look, her heart moved slightly, and she wanted to leave! This person has already arrived here, and it seems a little late to leave now.

She sighed in her heart, but the expression on her face was not obvious. She held a bucket hat in one hand and said, "I'll stay here by the door to take shelter from the wind and rain, and I won't run into other people."

"But sir, I don't like you, and I don't want you to come in to take shelter from the wind and rain. What do you say?" The brocade-clothed man said leisurely, with the domineering look of a playboy.

The few men with swords on the side had nothing to do with them and were just sitting and watching the play, but the middle-aged man on the other side frowned and glanced at the man in brocade.

The young couple holding the child also looked at each other, the woman patted the child's back while looking at the middle-aged man, and said softly, "Father, why don't you invite that little master to come and rest here? !"

The middle-aged man glanced at the woman, his brows loosened, a smile appeared on his face, he nodded slightly, and then looked at the little monk who was being stopped, and said, "Little master, come over and rest here! Make a seat and you can still sit down."

Hearing the words, Tangning's brows and eyes twitched. She put the bucket hat between her folded hands and gave them a Buddhist salute, "Amitabha, thank you so much."

Seeing that those people actually asked the monk to rest, he didn't dare to stop him for a while, and looked back at his son, feeling a little uneasy.

Tangning stepped inside and muttered as if she was talking to herself, "If your clothes are dirty, just wash them. If your heart is broken, you won't be able to wash them."

Hearing this, everyone in the shabby house had different expressions, all of them looked at the dirty and wet little monk, but the man in the brocade heard it, but his face was ugly, his fists were clenched, but he was afraid of it. The middle-aged man and others endured the thought of trying to trouble the little monk.

"Little Master, sit here! There's no wind at the back here." The middle-aged man waved his hand and asked Tangning to sit next to him.

Tangning paused for a while and said, "Thank you so much, Lord, it's just that my clothes were all wet, and I was splashed with muddy water. It's messy. I'll just sit by the door."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled softly: "Hehe, it's okay, didn't the little master say it? If your clothes are dirty, just wash them. Your clothes are all wet. I don't think you have any baggage. If you don't dislike it , I'll have someone bring you a piece of clothes to put on so you don't catch a cold and get sick."