I want to be friends with the hero

Chapter 223 No One Can Be Trusted 1
It was a period of wars and wars, and the front lines were tight during the war. The people were displaced and had no fixed place to live.

The hero's name is Jian Jing, and he was born in a wealthy family, but his luck was bad, and the flames of war wiped out the wealth overnight.

The father is dead, and the concubine can't take care of herself. Who cares about him, the young master of the direct line.

When Shen Yun came, it was time to send charcoal in the snow.

Jian Jing was squatting in the corner, hungry and sleepy, her body was dirty, her face was covered with a layer of dust but her fair complexion was vaguely revealed, and she still had some valuable things on her body, but these were useless now.

Now you can find something of value in any dilapidated house, but the most scarce thing is food, and even the most sympathetic women turn a blind eye to the plight of others.

Shen Yun walked up to Jian Jing and sat down, stretched out his hand and poked Jian Jing's arm. The little boy was about twelve or thirteen years old. He had suffered a lot since he was a child, and now he lived on the street and experienced changes. His tears dried up and he was lifeless. .

"Here you are." Shen Yun broke off half of the steamed bun in his hand and gave it to Jian Jing.

Wars are no longer a one-day or two-day event. In this once rich and affluent place, it has been a long time since there has been a soft, abnormally white steamed bun. The eyes of the people around are like wolves at night, deep and greedy.

Carefully looked the little girl up and down, but found no place to hide anything. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the steamed bun in her hand, each pair of eyes was full of longing.

The sound of swallowing saliva was especially easy in the sudden silence.

Hunger can sometimes conquer everything.

Jian Jing was the closest. He grabbed the steamed buns and chewed them in big mouthfuls. Although the situation was not optimistic, the dignity and elegance of the young master was deeply rooted in his bones.

Shen Yun swallowed it without worrying that he would chew it without chewing it, and then turned around and focused on dealing with the big men who rushed up.

She touched her waist with her fingers, and then a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in his white and tender palm. The movement was so fast that no one could clearly see his movement.

She placed the sword on the side of the first person's neck, and a few strands of black hair floated down: "Whoever takes a step forward, I will take his life."

She is still young, she speaks softly, she is dressed in a pink Chinese dress with exquisite embroidery, she is not an ordinary girl at first glance.

And the sword she holds in her hand, as well as the speed and movement of her sword, can be seen to be a Lianjiazi with good skills.

People with martial arts skills either join the army and go to the front line, or choose a good tree to live in. The rest of Wancheng are old, weak, sick and powerless scholars, and their military strength is not high.

As soon as Shen Yun took out the sword, she really scared a few people. The person who was under her sword before was, he swallowed, the tingling sensation on his neck made him dare not take a breath, but he couldn't help but begged: "Girl, please forgive me."

White flour steamed buns are too tempting for a group of hungry people, and the half steamed bun in Shen Yun's hand became the focus of everyone's attention.

Jian Jing had already finished eating, and she was staring at the half of Shen Jun's hand. Shen Yun handed the steamed bun to Jian Jing, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the group of people behind them rushing up desperately, and temporarily changed direction and threw the steamed bun out.

She held Jian Jing's hand and ran for two or three streets without taking a breath, but Jian Jing was very tired.

Seeing that no one was chasing after her, Shen Yun pushed open the door beside her, but Jian Jing suddenly pulled her back: "Trespassing on private houses..."

Shen Yun knocked him on the head with his backhand: "What time is it, why are you still paying attention to these red tapes, besides, this is my home."

Jian Jing was taken aback by her intimacy, but he could feel her kindness. Since his father died, he has changed from the young master of the Jian family to a beggar in the streets. Adding insult to injury and sarcasm, he thought that he was used to the warmth and coldness of human relationships, but at this moment when he felt the warmth in her eyes, he unexpectedly felt a sore nose.

"Elder sister is the eldest lady of the Shen residence?"

Shen's house was originally one of the best merchants in Wancheng, but compared to Jian's house, it was more than a little bit inferior.

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and merchants are the last class. Regardless of the gold and silver mountains in the government, they are all doomed to be inferior to others. Of course, that is all in the past. Neither the Shen family nor the Jian family will exist anymore.

Jian Jing turned his head and looked at the pink and jade-carved little girl. Judging from her demeanor, she couldn't be a maid or a servant, so her identity was easy to reveal——

The only young lady of the Shen family, Shen Yun.

Mr. Shen was destined to have no children. He had a daughter at forty, named Shen Yun. He didn't like poetry and prose, and he was not good at female craftsmen.

Shen Yun smiled sweetly at him, then stretched out a devil's hand and grabbed his ear: "Who's my sister? I'm younger than you, okay?"

"How do you know that you are younger than me?" Jian Jing tilted her head, unable to break her hand, her face was full of anger.

"Jian Jing, recited poems at the age of three, wrote essays at the age of seven, became a scholar at the age of ten, and is now twelve, a well-known little child prodigy." Shen Yun let go of her hand and led the way, "You are very famous, haha."

Of course Jian Jing would not ask her how old she is out of anger, besides, it is impolite in itself.

He had nowhere else to go, so he was safe when he came, followed the little girl, and asked, "Why did you give me something to eat?"

Food is more precious than gold these days, most people hide it and choke, for fear of being seen and snatched away by others, but she took it out in public and shared half of it with him.

At this moment, he was probably being watched by someone, and he didn't know it yet.

"Of course I want to find a helper." Shen Yun had obviously thought of his words and said confidently, "I have food at home, but I am afraid that others will miss me. I know martial arts, and if one or two of those hungry wolves outside come to me, I can still I can deal with them, but if a group comes, I won’t be able to deal with them.”

"Although you can't lift your hands to your shoulders and resist, your little head is smart enough." When she said this, there was a look of disgust in her eyes, which was the deep-rooted prejudice of martial arts practitioners against nerds.

Jian Jing took a deep look at her, lowered his head, and no one knew his true thoughts.

After a long time, he quickened his pace to keep up with Shen Yun without saying a word.

She is lying.

Wancheng has been like this for at least ten days and half a month, and the refugees around have searched everywhere they can. If there is food in the Shen residence, it should be well hidden.

There was absolutely no need for her to find a helper. Even just in case, she had many choices, so why did she choose him.

But he didn't ask any more questions, and he got neither the truth nor any benefit.Timely silence may be the best choice.

Shen's mansion is worthy of being a wealthy businessman, not only the feng shui furnishings are extremely particular, but also extravagant. A lot of gold, silver and jewelry have been abducted by people, but there are still many remnants. Along the way, Jian Jing can't help but be speechless.

"What's so good about the action of not taking him alive or taking him dead? When the old man was alive, he couldn't reach the Jian family even if he jumped up. Are you afraid it's not a lie?" Shen Yun looked back at Jian Jing and said.

The little girl was pretty, and her pink color complemented her perfectly. She was about the same height as Jian Jing, and her face was invisible from her waist. Jian Jing didn't dare to provoke her, and he was a bit of a compromise.

(End of this chapter)