The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

Mu Qingqing thought: This play is not bad, it seems to have been rehearsed in advance. The person behind the scenes probably knows me very well. There are many people who know that I am stupid, rich, and stupid as a pig. But there are very few people who know that I like to do good things without leaving my name. They can be counted on one hand.

Mu Qingqing silently wondered in her heart who this person who was familiar with her might be...

So she cooperated well and stepped forward to hold down the greasy hand of the bun shop owner, and said in a heroic manner: "Stop it! It's just a few buns! Is it necessary to beat him up like this?! How many buns did he take from you? How much is the total amount? I will pay for it."

The boss chuckled a few times, revealing his yellow teeth. He wiped his greasy hands on his apron a few times and said, "Not much, just one or two taels of silver."

"You're lying!" The boy who was lying on the ground jumped up and loudly accused the owner of the bun shop, "Including yesterday's, I only took four buns. A total of eight cents. Where did you get one or two taels of silver? You're blackmailing me!"

The boss of the bun shop suddenly had a gloomy face. He pointed at the little boy and cursed, "You little bastard, I said one tael of silver and it's one tael of silver. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up!"

After that, he smiled flatteringly at Mu Qingqing: "Young lady, you are a child and don't understand the market. The money for yesterday's buns plus the interest plus the money for today's buns is one tael of silver. I also gave you a 20% discount..."

Mu Qingqing motioned for Chunxiang to pay, while questioning herself: Do I look so naive? A bun costs two cents, and one tael of silver can buy five hundred buns.

But before he caught the fish, he couldn't let this foolish and rich persona fall, so he said to the boss generously: "Yes, yes, you are right. It's just one or two taels of silver! Then can I take this little guy away?"

Mu Qingqing said, pointing at the little boy in front of her.

"No problem, no problem. You can take it away." The boss kept bending and smiling as he spoke to Mu Qingqing.

The greasy hand pushed the little boy and glared at him fiercely, revealing a little red rope on the hand for the little boy to see.

Seeing the boss's blatant threat to the little boy, "Do you think I'm blind?" Mu Qingqing felt like a thousand horses were flying through her mind.

But in order to fit in with her own stupid character, Mu Qingqing really can only pretend to be blind.

In my heart, I was cursing at the boss of the bun shop: You bastard, you better not get into trouble with me in the future, or I will let you know why the flowers are so red! !

The little boy's eyes were red, and he tried to control his tears from flowing.

He knelt down in front of Mu Qingqing with a thud, "Please, kindhearted young lady, save my mother. My mother is lying in bed and is dying..."

Maybe he was talking about something sad, the little boy who was pretending to be strong burst into tears.

Mu Qingqing pretended to be moved by him, and walked up to him and asked gently: "Little friend, don't cry. If there is anything you can't solve, tell me, I will help you."

The prerequisite is that you have a conscience. If you don’t have a conscience, even if you want to save people, but you betray others, it is unforgivable!

So, you only have one chance, it depends on whether you can seize it!

The little boy wiped his face with his dirty sleeve and asked nervously and cautiously: "Big sister, will you really help me?"

Mu Qingqing said in an affirmative tone: "Of course, now you can tell me the details, right? Let me see how I can help you."

The little boy glanced at the owner of the steamed bun shop, nervously clutched the hem of his clothes, hesitated for a long time, and said to Mu Qingqing in a stammering voice: "Big sister, can you come to my house to see my mother? She is dying. I don't have money to hire a doctor for her... wuwuwu..."

"Then where do you live?" Mu Qingqing asked softly.

The little boy rubbed his messy hair, his face flushed, and said embarrassedly, "It's the second to last house in Lane 8, South Street."

After saying that, he lowered his dirty little head in shame.

According to the distribution of Shengjing City, most of the people living on South Street were poor. From what the little boy was wearing, it was clear that their lives were not very good. Even very bad.

Mu Qingqing grabbed the little boy's dirty little hand, threw away the blackened bun in his hand, and told Chunxiang to pack ten big buns again.

Then he led the little boy towards the Prime Minister's carriage.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a few sturdy men dressed as thugs wandering not far away, their eyes glancing over here from time to time.

Mu Qingqing was really worried about the owners of these people: Given their IQ, is it appropriate for them to do such bad things as robbing and looting?

Very suitable! Mu Qingqing slyly lit a candle for the masters of these idiots in her heart.

After Chunxiang got on the carriage with the hot buns, Mu Qingqing told the driver to drive to South Street.

In the carriage, the little boy nervously played with his right hand with his left hand and looked at Mu Qingqing with uneasiness.

When Mu Qingqing looked over, she lowered her head uneasily again.

"Here, fill your stomach first."

The little boy looked at the plump white meat bun in front of him and swallowed.

He looked at Mu Qingqing with red and swollen eyes, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Mu Qingqing passed the meat bun to him again and said with a smile: "Eat it. You will have the strength to work after eating it. Don't worry, there are some left for your mother."

The little boy cried out "Wow", and then immediately covered his lips with his palms, sobbing silently.

I really want to tell the beautiful sister in front of me not to go home with me. There are bad guys waiting to catch her at home.

But thinking of the red string in the bun shop owner's hand, he couldn't speak: That was his sister, the only relative in this world. Her life and death was in his hands...

He took the bun, which tasted like wax, chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

He looked forward with a determined look: "Big sister is right. You can only work when you are full! I have to save my sister's life, but I can't kill my big sister. I will sacrifice my own life to save my big sister's life."

The carriage was speeding along the broad bluestone road. After a while, the road became increasingly broken and narrow. At one-third of the South Street, the carriage from the Prime Minister's Mansion could not get in because its carriage was too wide.

The four horses neighed in unison, raised their hind legs and stopped.

Mu Qingqing opened the carriage curtain, looked outside, and said to the little boy, "The road here is too narrow, the carriage can't go through, let's go down and walk over."

Mu Qingqing took the little boy's hand and walked forward.

The little boy's hand in his palm loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again. After several times, when he was almost at the end of South Street, he finally whispered to Mu Qingqing: "Be careful later."

After saying that, he carefully looked around, then held Mu Qingqing's hand as if nothing had happened: "Big sister, the one with the willow tree in front of the courtyard is my home. My mother is waiting for me to save her at home."

As he spoke, he circled his little hand around Mu Qingqing's palm a few times.

You little brat, luckily you still have some conscience. You knew to remind me at the last minute. I'll help you later if I can. Mu Qingqing thought to herself.

He didn't know that just because of his small action, he won himself a last chance to survive and also gave him the opportunity to become Mu Qingqing's right-hand man in the future.