On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yan Ruyu felt confused. Before she could ask, Huo Changhe was so fast that the person disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The abbot asked in a low voice: "Is this incense burned or applied, or what?"

"Anything is fine. For your convenience, any method will work."

The abbot smiled happily: "That's great."

As he was talking, he lowered his head and saw a ball of stuff rolling past.

He was startled: "Oh, I'll go, what is it?"

Beibei, who was standing not far away, also saw this thing and came over to take a look.

The furry ball rubbed against Yan Ruyu's skirt.

Yan Ruyu picked it up and looked at it...familiar yet strange.

The little fur dumpling's originally snow-white fur was now dyed into patches of yellow, like a big orange.

The abbot recognized it after looking at it for a long time and couldn't help laughing: "Isn't this... isn't this a big fat orange? Oh my God, why is it like this?"

Yan Ruyu couldn't laugh or cry, remembering that Huo Changhe only took yellow flowers and was sneaky, so that was it!

The little fur ball was very dissatisfied with the abbot's teasing. He opened his mouth to show his little fangs and spread his teeth and claws to scare him.

The abbot smiled even more happily when he saw its ferocious expression.

"Big fat orange...haha, so funny."

The little hair ball rubbed his head against Yan Ruyu's neck in grievance.

Yan Ruyu said helplessly: "Okay, instead of calling me Big Fat Orange, I'll call you Orange Seat."

The abbot gradually stopped laughing: "Juzuo? This name is domineering, much better than Xiao Hei."

After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh. Yan Ruyu glared at him, and he dragged Beibei and ran away.

They didn't stay in the house for too long. After lunch, they asked Beibei to disguise themselves, slipped out through the back door, and met up with Uncle Gan'er and the others.

"Brother Gan, how are you?" the abbot asked.

Uncle Gan'er pointed at the bamboo pole: "That's where I saw it last time. That's where it came out. Wait, don't worry, it'll be done as soon as it gets dark."

The abbot took out a paper bag and stuffed it into him: "I brought it for you."

Uncle Gan'er smiled brightly and touched his face: "Oh, Brother Biao, I've spent so much money on you. I've become fatter these days."

The abbot patted his chest: "What does this mean? That's right. Anyone who follows me will have meat to eat."

The beggars were very happy, but no, they had a good year this year, all because of the loss of Biao, Brother Biao.

"When this is done, I will treat my brothers to wine and meat!"

Several beggars cheered in low voices, their eyes as wide as bells, staring at a house opposite.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the lights in the house were also turned on. Dagur drank a pot of wine and threw the wine pot irritably.

Su Langtai was wiping his scimitar and looked at him: "Why are you so crazy?"

Dagur stood up: "I'm going out."

"Where are you going? When we came, he warned us not to go out casually."

"I can't fucking hold it in anymore. What's the point of being in this house every day?"

"We're not here for fun, we have other things to do, don't you understand?"

Surangtai sheathed his sword and said with a serious face: "Don't look for trouble."

Dagur sneered: "Don't train me, I'm not afraid of you."

After he said that, he turned around and walked out.

Su Langtai also stood up suddenly: "Stop! It doesn't matter if you go out to cause trouble, don't hurt others. If something big happens, can you afford it?"

Dagel hesitated for a moment and then said: "What trouble can I cause? It's just that I go out to find a woman. It's not like I don't change my clothes, go to some people, and pay them when I'm done. What trouble can happen? Besides, I'm going to Wouldn't it be okay if you go back for a while?"

"If I stay here all day long, something big will happen!"

He snorted: "How about you go out and find some women for me."

Su Langtai ignored his unreasonable request with a sullen face.

Dagur turned around and went back to the house, changed into Chinese clothes, put on a hat, and went out.

Su Langtai cursed in a low voice: "You're a worthless person who will die sooner or later on a woman!"

When Dagur went out, he didn't ride a horse or use a car, he just walked.

The more it was like this, the smaller the target would be and would not attract anyone's attention. Moreover, he chose to walk in a dark place.

He thought that no one was paying attention and that he was hiding well, but in fact, he was stared at from the moment he went out.

Uncle Gan'er pointed: "Did you see that? That's that guy. It was him who came out last time. I've seen the portrait you gave me. It's an exaggeration to say it's ten points, but it's at least nine points."

The abbot raised his eyebrows: "That's right, just look for it and follow him."

Uncle Gan'er made a gesture, and the beggars dispersed and no longer gathered in one place. Some were on this side of the road and some at the intersection.

There were a few beggars on the road, but they didn't attract anyone's attention at all.

The abbot was also dressed as a beggar at this time, as were Beibei and Fengxiao. The three of them all followed Dagel from different directions with the spices given by Yan Ruyu in their arms.

Dagur stopped at the intersection, glanced around, and pulled his hat down again.

Two more intersections later, there was a brothel. He had visited it once before and it was still unforgettable.

Women from the Central Plains are just different, their skin is tender and smooth.

The more he thought about it, the more difficult it became, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

As we were almost there, we could vaguely see the lights of the brothel and hear the chatter and laughter floating over.

Dagur's heart was pounding. When he was about to cross the last intersection, for some reason, he bumped into an old beggar head-on with a pole in his hand. He fell and rolled, and the pole also tripped him.

Staggering on his feet, Dagur almost pulled out the short knife from his arms, and his eyes were fixed on the old beggar like a hawk.

Uncle Gan'er was half lying on the ground, groaning, as if he was seriously injured.

A little beggar next to him ran over to help him: "Uncle, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I was walking too fast and didn't pay attention," the old beggar hissed and glanced at Dagur, "I bumped into the noble man, it's really rude."

Seeing what he said, Dagel didn't mean to blackmail him. He took back the hand holding the handle of the knife and turned to leave.

The abbot came up from behind him, pointed his fingers at the back of his neck and flicked him.

"Hey, what's going on? Didn't it break?"

The abbot did not face Dagur, but passed him, with his back facing him.

Dagur felt a chill on his neck, but he didn't care. Prairie people were not afraid of wind and snow, let alone this.

The abbot could also see that this guy was big and his skills were not bad. Even if they were bundled together, they would be no match for him.

Silver Ingot, the most skilled among them, was in the dark. The abbot just made a gesture to prevent Silver Ingot from showing up.

This man was alert and could tell if he had any skills. They were all dressed up as ordinary beggars. If they had no skills, this man would not be suspicious.

But silver ingots are different. If they are seen out, they will fall short.

Fortunately, the abbot was more thoughtful. Dagur glanced at them and confirmed that they were incompetent, and then left quickly and went straight to the brothel.

The abbot looked at his back and thought, this is half the story.