Heroine: I’m really not a green tea man

A month flies by.

Liang Xuanguo, Kyoto.

Here is the capital of Liang Xuanguo, the most prosperous capital under the feet of the goddess.

On this day, several uninvited guests came to the capital. Four of them were ordinary-looking and dressed in civilian clothes.

The four of them were He Yi, Sikong Huayu and Luo Yan's secret guards Luo Shiyi and Luo Shisan.

I don’t know if it’s because the Yanluo Sect is rich in beauties. Luo Shiyi and Luo Shisan are also top-notch beauties. Compared with modern times, there are really many beauties in this world.

Luo Shiyi is good at the art of disguise. He Yi's face was painted by Luo Shiyi. Among the three, only He Yi couldn't do this. He Yi's beautiful and fragrant face was painted by Luo Shisan.

He went straight from a stunning little fairy boy with a 100% turnaround rate to a farm boy that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

When the two came to an inn under the name of Yanluo Sect, Luo Shisan stepped forward and exchanged code words with the shopkeeper, who asked the waiter to prepare exclusive guest rooms for a few people.

The guest room is at the innermost part of the second floor. This is the guest room specially prepared by the Yanluo Sect for its own killers. Needless to say, there is no need to talk about the concealment and safety inside.

He Yi was in a separate room. He was a man after all. In Liang Xuanguo, men and women could not sit at the same table at the age of seven, otherwise it would be bad for the reputation of the man's family.

After He Yi settled down, Luo Shiyi and Luo Shisan had already gone to inquire about the news in advance.

"Protector Sikong, can I... go out for a walk?"

He Yi's eyes were full of expectation, and his tone was a bit anxious, fearing that Sikong Huayu would not agree.

Wouldn’t it be a waste to finally come to the capital and not have a good stroll around?

"Don't disturb me if you have nothing important to do."

Sikong Huayu's words came out from the room. She stared at He Yi expressionlessly. There was no warmth in her tone. Her voice was like ice, biting and cold.

"Yes, Lord Sikong, Jun Lian will be excused."

When He Yi heard Sikong Huayu's words, his expectant eyes dimmed instantly. He lowered his head, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

He respectfully excused himself, and when he finally left the room, he closed the door gently, as if he was afraid of disturbing Sikong Huayu.

He Yi returned to her room, and the lonely look on her face completely disappeared.

He took out his package from the cabinet in the room and counted his belongings.

A hundred taels of silver notes, a dozen taels of broken silver, and a few hairpins of good quality.

This is what he saved by (da) eating (chi) and frugally (da) using (he) in Yanluojiao Province. I have to say that he is really poor.

"Host, as long as you gather enough of Luo Yan's wool and make her like you, you will have money."

Xiaocha's voice sounded from He Yi's mind.

"I want to be an independent man! I will never take advantage of others!!"

He Yi said that he firmly refused to admit that he was a freeloader, even though men in this country are like this, caring for their wives and teaching their daughters.

"o(*￣︶￣*)ohehe."

If Xiaocha had eyes, maybe those eyes would be full of contempt.

A man's mouth, a liar.

"Xiaocha, who is the assassination mission given by Luo Yan?"

He Yi would ask Xiaocha because he was excluded by Sikong Huayu. He Yi, the little assassin, was not qualified to know about Luo Yan's mission to meet Sikong Huayu and others.

"Host, this mission is to assassinate Prime Minister Zuo's legitimate daughter, Chu Liuhong. Chu Liuhong is so beautiful, and she has ruined so many good women and men."

Xiaocha said angrily.

He Yi asked with some confusion: "The Yanluo Sect is not a killer organization? Why do you still do justice for heaven?"

"Oh, Chu Liuhong insulted Luo Yan and went against Luo Yan, so it can be regarded as doing justice for heaven, right?" Xiaocha Heyi answered the confusion in his heart.

......

The end of time in Beijing (2 p.m.)

The temperature was just right at this time, the streets were bustling with people, and bustling people were walking on both sides of the streets.

"How do you sell this hairpin, old man?"

A voice as clear as spring water sounded, causing the old woman in the stall to raise her head. What she saw was a man wearing a bamboo hat and veil asking questions at her stall. She smiled and responded: "This young man is interested in Which one?"

The man's green-white hand held a wooden hairpin carved with clivia. Under the sunlight, the man's exposed skin looked crystal clear, like mutton-fat jade.

The old woman is also a good person and a businessman who pursues profit. Seeing He Yi dressed in this way, she knew that he was an indispensable master, so she naturally had the idea of ​​​​taking advantage of him.

"Oh, Master, you have such a good eye. This wooden hairpin was carved by a famous carver in the capital. It is priceless!!"

Seeing that He Yi did not refute her words, the old woman was secretly happy, and the smile on her face became even brighter.

Seeing that He Yi didn't refute, she continued to introduce the subject with embarrassment: "Young Master, you have to take a good look at it. I spent a lot of money to get this wooden hairpin. I heard that I can give it to Young Master after I bring it with me." How about meeting the right girl?"

The old woman naturally understands the thoughts of these rich young men, isn't it just love and love?

Wang Cuihua used this method to sell countless hairpins like this.

"Master, please hurry up. This is the most precious thing in my stall. The price is not expensive, only fifty taels. If you can't buy it, you will suffer a loss and you won't be fooled. A few young masters came to my stall a few days ago. I'm not willing to give it up, if I weren't destined to the young master, I wouldn't bear the pain to part with you."

After hearing what the old woman said, He Yi couldn't help but sneer in her heart. The old woman regarded him as a young man in her boudoir who had never seen the world.

If he were an ordinary man, he wouldn't be fooled. Who should he be? The little prince of bargaining, the first method of bargaining, the enemy advances and we retreat.

"Oh, that's right. I see, that little man won't fight for love anymore. Thanks to the boss for his kindness, I won't buy it."

After saying that, He Yi put down the hairpin and strode forward without any hesitation, but silently reciting "one...two..." in his heart.

"Hey~ Young Master, don't leave! The price is negotiable. Don't you think so? This Young Master... Ouch..."

When Wang Cuihua saw He Yi was about to leave, she became anxious and hurried after him to block He Yi's way.

Wang Cuihua accidentally stepped on the gravel on the ground, stumbled and waved her hands in the air, and accidentally knocked He Yi's bamboo hat to the ground.

Chu Liuhong, who was by the window of Tianxiang Building, happened to catch this scene, and He Yi's handsome side face came into Chu Liuhong's eyes.

The contours of the face contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the skin is as clear as jade, and the eyes are moist, with a natural sense of weakness, which can arouse a woman's strong desire for protection.

"hiss……"

Chu Liuhong couldn't help but take a breath, this little man was just as handsome as his father.

More and more people were watching, gradually forming a circle, surrounding He Yi and Wang Cuihua.

Wang Cuihua actually started to slander He Yi, saying that He Yi had broken her precious heirloom wooden hairpin, and demanded compensation from He Yi.

Wang Cuihua's reluctance caused the onlookers to start pointing and making comments.

The corners of He Yi's eyes were already red, but he gritted his teeth and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

Seeing this formation, Chu Liuhong knew that it was time for her to take action. She stepped on the window edge of Tianxiang Tower and flew down.

"stop!"

Chu Liuhong shouted loudly.

When He Yi heard the sound, he knew in his heart that the fish was hooked. He immediately adjusted his emotions and raised his head towards the source of the sound with red eyes.

"There are one hundred taels of silver here. I bought your family heirloom wooden hairpin for this young master!"

Chu Liuhong took out a paper note worth one hundred taels from her arms and threw it to Wang Cuihua, who was asking He Yi to claim compensation.

"Oh, one hundred taels... Many thanks to this young lady."

Wang Cuihua held the silver note worth one hundred taels in her hand and suddenly smiled.