The general is easy to bully

Shen Xingfeng smiled maliciously at him.

"Weidang Bangdang" three or two gold bars fell from the waist of the third child on the table.

Shen Xingfeng didn't look at the green face of the third child, and said to the old bustard, "Is it enough to ask Miss Chuchu to show her face?"

The old bustard looked at the gold bar and first smiled, then smiled and was a little troubled, with a troubled look on his face: "Of course the money is enough, but Miss Chuchu is Mrs. Hou..."

The Huahongliu Pavilion in this area still has to rely on the officials to do business, let alone such a big man as Ning Yuanhou.

The old bustard looked at the gold bar, and then at Ning Yuanhou, his face almost crooked.

Shen Xingfeng seemed displeased, and said with a light smile, "What's the matter, does the Yanhong Pavilion look down on us beggars?"

The old bustard looked down at Xiao Qihan, "Master Hou, look..."

Xiao Qihan slightly raised the folding fan in his hand, and said in a faint voice, "Please go ahead."

The old bustard was overjoyed: "Then I would like to thank Master Hou for giving up my love. Master Hou, there are still many girls in our Yanhong Pavilion. Look, I will give..."

Xiao Qihan let go of the person in his arms, and slowly got up, "No need, I will come back another day." After finishing speaking, the person had blown towards the door like a gust of wind.

He stopped beside Shen Xingfeng's table, and glanced lightly with his lowered eyes.

Shen Xingfeng didn't seem to see him, and got up and ran towards Miss Chuchu.

Xiao Qihan frowned slightly, but without any expression, he directly stepped out of Yanhong Pavilion.

Minglan came out from nowhere, glanced cautiously at the Yanhong Pavilion, hesitated: "Master Hou, I need my subordinates to put him..."

"No need." Xiao Qihan lightly rubbed the icy fan bone with his fingertips, and actually sighed softly: "He has such a temper since he was a child, let him go."

Ming Lan nodded and said "yes" softly.

"Where's Long Che?"

Ming Lan replied: "According to your instructions, I have been protecting Mr. Shen in secret. Mr. Wang in the Green Bamboo Hall died. The new Mr. Bai who took over originally wanted to force Mr. Shen to pick up the guests. Long Che originally wanted to snatch him out. I don’t know what’s going on, but a beggar actually redeemed the young master.”

Xiao Qihan narrowed his eyes halfway: "A beggar..."

Ming Lan lowered her voice: "Master Hou, do you want your subordinates to investigate..."

"No need." Xiao Qihan directly interrupted Minglan's words.

Ming Lan was puzzled: "Master Hou, this is it?"

Xiao Qihan pursed his lips and remained silent.

The gold bar on the beggar's body was imprinted with the pattern of a silver fox, which may not be recognized by ordinary people, but Xiao Qihan knew it.

That is the family crest of Prince Yinsu of the Great Qi Kingdom.

This prince is the younger brother of the current emperor, and has a high status. Emperor Wanhe has been on the throne for three years and has undergone countless reforms, among which this prince is behind the scenes.

According to legend, this person is extremely wealthy, licentious and violent, and any man or woman he falls in love with, no matter who they are, will immediately snatch them back to the palace.

Xiao Qihan's eyes couldn't help being cold.

The identity of that beggar is probably not simple.

"Tell Long Che to be more careful, and report back immediately if an unknown person approaches."

Minglan responded, and seemed a little unwilling: "Master Hou, you are really not afraid, Mr. Xingfeng and the woman...will you spend the night?" Xiao Qihan took a breath.

afraid?

He is afraid of too many things.

I don't have time to care about that much anymore.

Since it was Shen Xingfeng's revenge and punishment, he accepted it honestly.

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Xingfeng and the third child came out of Yanhong Pavilion.

The third child poked Shen Xingfeng's head with his finger, "You are chatting, I have never seen anything more prodigal than you."

Shen Xingfeng rolled his eyes at him, "Then you didn't do anything.

Shen Xingfeng was disdainful: "Then who saw Miss Chuchu, the eyeballs would pop out?"

The third child blushed and gritted his teeth: "Shen Xingfeng, pay me back!"

Shen Xingfeng slipped away like a gust of wind.

At noon, the two of them ate sugar porridge in the store.

The third child suddenly asked: "Xingfeng, where shall we go from now on?"

"Ok?"

The youngest looked troubled: "Although there are many people in the capital and it is convenient to ask for money, I don't want to stay here."

Shen Xingfeng nodded: "I don't want to either."

The third child's eyes lit up: "Then let's go to the south of the Yangtze River. I heard that the grass grows there and the warblers fly there, the warmth is like spring, and the girl is very beautiful!"

Shen Xingfeng lowered his head, and drank the remaining sugar porridge little by little.

The third child narrowed his eyes: "When we get there, we won't beg for food. We will buy a small yard, plant flowers and vegetables, catch fish in spring, and I will help people see a doctor."

Shen Xingfeng smiled: "Okay, let's go to Jiangnan."

It's not that he really likes Jiangnan, but that he has no one to rely on, no father or mother, and it doesn't matter where he goes.

The two discussed it and decided to leave for the south the next day.

The third child bought some new clothes and some dry food with the money on his body.

At dawn the next day, the two finally set off.

The way out of the city is to pass through the Green Bamboo Pavilion.

At this point, there are very few people on the road, but there are many people crowded at the entrance of the Green Bamboo Pavilion, noisy.

The third child dragged Shen Xingfeng to watch the fun, only to find a man lying at the gate of the Green Bamboo Pavilion.

It's not Wen Jue.

At this moment, Wen Jue's clothes were half exposed, and his white and delicate shoulders were shining brightly. He seemed to be thrown out of the Green Bamboo Pavilion. He got up slowly and pulled down his clothes.

Now a large area of ​​skin around his neck was exposed, and it was covered with dense red marks. Those ordinary people who had no money to play with small restaurants looked at Wen Jue greedily, with dirty eyes.

Wen Jue not only didn't care, but seemed to enjoy the eyes of the people around him, and pulled down his clothes a few more points.

At the main entrance of the Green Bamboo Pavilion stood the leading clerk.

The clerk, who has always been famous for his elegance, was very angry at this moment, pointing at Wen Jue, his voice trembling: "Wen Jue, you are shameless, I have never had any holidays with you, and you actually set your mind on my guest head?"

Wen Jue covered his lips and smiled. Even though the former top card had a few scars across his face, his brows were still charming.

"Certificate, what do you say is so ugly, the guest, whoever snatches it, of course..." Wen Jue pointed his neck to the clerk, "Actually, that Boss Zhao is not very good. The kung fu is still bad, so I just keep going and rushing, you can bite it for me, I advise you to change it for your own good."

The clerk gritted his teeth, he couldn't argue with the sharp-tongued Wen Jue, so he turned to Mr. Turtle for justice.

Naturally, Mr. Gui would not wrong his cash cow for a disfigured small restaurant, not to mention that the people here have long endured enough warmth.

"Wen Jue, this is your contract of selling yourself. From now on, you will have nothing to do with our Qingzhu Pavilion."

——A thin contract of prostitution was thrown at Wen Jue's feet.

Everyone in the Green Bamboo Pavilion scattered and left.

After all the people had left, Wen Jue put away the smile on his face, bent down to pick up his deed of prostitution, and put it in his palm to look at it carefully.

A farmer whistled at him, "Hey, Mr. Wen, do you want to play with a tael of silver?"

Wen Jue turned around and smiled at him, "Okay, you pick the place and time, and I'll go if you give me the money."

Everyone around laughed "hahaha": "Mr. Wen is really cheap!"

Wen Jue didn't seem to be angry either, he poked the deed of sale into his sleeve, "But I'm not in the mood today, if I want to choose, I won't choose you, but choose him."

Wen Jue's fingers touched the third child's body.

The third child almost jumped up, "What do you choose me for?!"

Wen Jue walked around to the third child, "You have money, you have 1000 taels of gold."

The third child's face darkened, "I won't give it to you even if I throw it away! Stay away from me! There's a stench!"

The third child didn't want to deal with this kind of person, so he dragged Shen Xingfeng away.

Shen Xingfeng turned his head and glanced at Wen Jue. He lowered his head and walked slowly through the crowd, not knowing what his expression was.

After being disturbed by this incident, Lao San and Shen Xingfeng were a little hungry. Coincidentally, the morning market had already opened, and the two planned to eat something before going up. They found a bun shop and ordered two baskets of meat buns.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys are just at the age of growing their bodies, and their appetites are getting bigger and bigger.

Shen Xingfeng and the third child buried their heads and ate in full swing, and the two baskets of buns soon bottomed out.

When Shen Xingfeng was about to get the last bun, a person suddenly squeezed over and snatched the bun.

The third child jumped up, "Wen Jue, what are you doing?"

Wen Jue stuffed the bun into his mouth and ignored him.

"Give me back my bun!"

The third child rolled up his sleeves to fight Wen Jue.

Shen Xingfeng grabbed the third child, seeing Wen Jue gobbling it up, and remembering how he lived in the Green Bamboo House, he shook his head softly at the third child: "Forget it, they are all poor people."

After Wen Jue finished eating the buns, he wiped his mouth with his cuff, and then went to serve the third child the leftover porridge.

The third child pressed his bowl: "Do you want the leftovers from my meal?"

Wen Jue glanced at him and stopped talking.

Shen Xingfeng said, "Wen Jue, let me order another bowl for you."

How can you tell people to eat other people's leftover porridge.

The third child stared at Shen Xingfeng: "You will use my money to do good things."

Wen Jue seemed like he hadn't eaten for a few days. He lowered his head and only stuffed things into his mouth. When he lowered his head, the back of his neck was exposed. It was shocking to look at the white skin.

After Wen Jue drank a bowl of porridge, he seemed to come back to life.

"Where are you going? Take me with you."

The third child: "No! What else do you do besides eat and drink?"

Wen Jue winked at him, "I'll still sleep with you, you control me, I'll let you sleep."

Shen Xingfeng and the third child shook their heads one by one in fright.

The third child couldn't bear Wen Jue for a moment, so he took Shen Xingfeng to the entrance of the city after paying the bill.

At noon, the two finally arrived at a small town outside the city.

There is a gazebo and a small restaurant here.

For passers-by to rest and eat.

The third child and Shen Xingfeng went in to eat, Shen Xingfeng looked back subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw Wen Jue walking slowly, following them more than 30 meters away in pain.

The third child poohed twice, and said to the waiter in the store, "When that painful boy comes in later, you just drive him away."

After eating and drinking enough, Shen Xingfeng and the third child continued on their way.

Wen Jue squatted at the door of the restaurant. When he saw the two people coming out, he stood up slowly, patted his clothes, and followed up again.

The third child swears a dirty word: "The ghost of the goddamn soul is lingering!"