Chapter 1569 Prince Ruyu 2
"What the hell is this weather? It's really bad luck. I shouldn't be taking this job today." The coachman cursed in a low voice, flicked his whip, and wanted to speed up and go back.
The rain is getting heavier and the sky is getting darker and darker. It was afternoon when I came out of the temple. It looked like dusk just now, but now it's like night.
"Handlebar style, the rain is too heavy, how about finding a place to shelter from the rain, and then leave when the rain is lighter?" Mr. Le said to the coachman aloud.
"When are we going to wait? It's really bad luck." The coachman replied dissatisfiedly, slowed down, and finally stopped by the side of the road.
"There's a pavilion in front, why don't we all hide there." Mr. Le poked his head out and saw that the coachman was completely soaked, suggested in a gentle voice.
"Then get out of the carriage quickly." The coachman wiped the rainwater from his face and urged Mr. Le and the two to get out of the carriage, "My horse is also in the rain, find a place to rest and let it hide too."
Hearing this, Xiaofeng felt upset again, the horse he co-owns is more expensive than the two of them? Xiao Fengzheng was about to say something, but Mr. Le had already jumped off the carriage, and Xiaofeng hurriedly followed behind with an umbrella. He and Le Gongzi supported each other and walked to the side of the road.
"My lord, why is this man like this?" Xiaofeng turned his head to see that the coachman was taking out the coir raincoat to cover the horse, feeling annoyed. Since you look down on them, don't take their money. After earning their money, the attitude is still so bad. It's just that my son has a bad temper and doesn't care about him.
"He relies on this horse to support his family, so he naturally regards the horse as more precious than us or even himself. Man, life is not easy." Mr. Le said softly.
Xiaofeng fell silent after hearing his son's last sentence. Although Young Master eats delicious food and wears rich clothes, he knows better than anyone how difficult it is under the glamorous appearance. Under the protection of the young master, he can live a relatively comfortable life without worrying about food and clothing, and he knows this better.
The rain was so heavy that it was about to connect the sky and the earth, and the sound of the rain in my ears was getting louder and louder. After walking seven or eight steps forward, I couldn't hear the voice of the coachman behind me, and I couldn't see the shadow of the coachman clearly when I turned my head.
"My lord, the pavilion! Let's go in and hide." Xiaofeng said happily, holding Mr. Le's hand, looking at the vague outline of the pavilion in front of him. His shoes and trousers were already wet from the rain. The rain in late autumn is indeed a bit cold.
"Yeah. Go in and hide. Go and see the coachman. He doesn't seem to have an umbrella. You can pick him up and come with him." After entering the pavilion, Mr. Le looked behind and said to Xiaofeng.
"He has such a bad attitude, why are you so nice to him? He has a coir raincoat and doesn't wear it for the horse, so who is to blame?" Xiaofeng muttered unhappily, but still turned to pick up the coachman with an umbrella up. The young master is so gentle and kind, how could he have the heart to go against the young master's wishes.
Mr. Le watched Xiaofeng's back entering the rain curtain, and smiled. This kid has always been a knife-mouthed and tofu-hearted child. I don't know how long I can protect this child... Mr. Le suddenly thought of this, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He turned around and walked to the other side of the pavilion, looking at the heavy rain in front of him, he sighed softly.
When Xiaofeng received the coachman stepping into the pavilion, Xiaofeng was still whining and complaining: "You took our money and you still have such a bad attitude, so our son still cares about you in case you get wet and let me pick you up. The young master also told me not to argue with you, saying that it is not easy for you to make a living. You keep saying that it is bad luck, and the weather will turn into such a ghost, we can't predict it, and we don't want to go out in such weather..."