The sun was scorching in the sky and people were coming and going.

Liu Yunxiang stood in the sun, her head covered with sweat. She looked anxiously, for fear of missing everyone who passed by.

At this time, she saw a person walking from West Street. The man was thin and walked in circles. He was wearing a brocade robe, but the clothes were really wide and hung crookedly on his body.

His hair was disheveled, covering his face. When others saw him, they covered their noses to avoid him. Someone accidentally bumped into him and quickly patted his clothes, as if it was bad luck.

He had a bottle of wine in his hand, and now he raised his head to drink, revealing that face.

Liu Yunxiang recognized it at a glance, but it seemed like there were roots under his feet that he couldn't pull out.

I still remember that spring day, he was leaning in front of the Yuan Mansion, wearing black brocade clothes, with a beautiful face, phoenix eyes and a smile, twisting a peach blossom in his hand, looking suave and elegant.

Outside Zhenbeiguan, he broke through the rolling yellow sand with his iron horse and gold, and fought in all directions with a spear, which frightened the soldiers of Beijin. They were in high spirits at that time.

In the court, he strategized, manipulated people's hearts and conquered thousands of miles.

At that time, Yan Mu was shining, making everyone amazed and jealous, but the man who walked over had a dull expression, and his eyes were unmarked, and he was like a man in a dry well.

His face was ashen, and a scar on the left side of his face had obviously faded away, but now it pierced people's eyes. It didn't look fierce, but just ugly.

He drank too much, and his feet were not in good condition. He staggered as he walked, tripped over the floor tiles, and fell forward two steps. He didn't care and continued to muddle along.

He came closer, step by step...

Liu Yunxiang felt his throat was dry. He was a few steps away and wanted to call him, but he opened his mouth but no sound came out.

But when he passed her, his dull eyes didn't waver at all. He passed by her, and he didn't turn his head to look at her. As he passed by, Liu Yunxiang could only smell the strong smell of alcohol.

"Yan... Yan Mu..." She called him softly, her voice trembling.

Liu Yunxiang turned around hurriedly and saw him continuing to walk, as if he hadn't heard him.

She was about to catch up, when a young man dressed as a young man took a step ahead of her, grabbed Yan Mu's shoulders, and pushed hard, and Yan Mu fell to the ground as if his bones were falling apart.

"You drunkard really deserves a beating. You owe so much money to our wine shop. We won't lend you wine on credit, but you dare to steal it!"

With that said, the guy went up and kicked him.

"You must pay back the money today, otherwise I will send you to the government!"

He directly reached for Yan Mu's wallet, but when he took it out, it was empty. He couldn't help but hit him in the face in anger.

"You're such a poor and dirty ghost, why do you think you are the Seventh Prince of Da Rong? Damn it, even my dog ​​is not as cowardly as you!"

People on the street gathered around and said with good intentions: "He is really the seventh prince of Darong. His identity is true, but his virtue is really eye-opening for us Beijin people!"

"You are a noble man who is worth a lot of money, but he is worse than a beggar on the street!"

"Brother, he must not be able to pay for your drinks. Why don't you just discount his other leg? No one will care about him anyway."

And Yan Mu was lying on the ground, holding up the wine jug to drink. He just poured it out while he was lying on the ground, and the lid of the jug fell off and splashed on his face. He hurriedly stretched out his tongue to lick it, but he didn't lick much, so he shook it again

The wine jug is gone.

Seeing him like this, others laughed at him.

"Hey, idiot, there's still some on the ground, hurry up and lick it!"

"Hurry up, or it'll be gone!"

"This is wine, your lifeblood!"

Yan Mu stood up amidst the cheers, stumbled forward, and grabbed the one who laughed the most.

"Hey, this fool is angry!" The man was still laughing.

Yan Mu's face was still expressionless, but he raised his fist, but before he could swing it, the man kicked him out. He was like a puddle of mud, and he was knocked directly to the ground.

"What a loser, you want to hit someone!"

Seeing that he couldn't get his drink money back, the bartender shouted that he wanted to arrest Yan Mu and take him to the government. At this time, a man rushed over and blocked Yan Mu.

"Brother, please do a good job and tolerate us for two more days, and I will pay back the wine money!"

"I will tolerate you for two days? I will tolerate you for two years. How can you, a stinky beggar, return the favor?"

"Yes, yes, yes, two years..."

"You motherfucker, you're looking for a beating, right?"

The man hit the beggar in the face with his fist, but the beggar still smiled and said: "It's useless if you beat us both to death, you might as well give us a few days of grace, right?"

"Hey, you are being a rogue, aren't you? This is not Da Rong, and we in Beijin will not tolerate you!"

The guy was young and strong, and he went up to fight, but then a silver coin was thrown in front of him.

He turned around and saw a beautiful-looking woman. Although she was plainly dressed, her features were cold and arrogant, making people dare not look down upon her.

"Madam, what do you mean?"

"How much money does he owe your family?"

"Uh, one hundred and twenty six taels."

Liu Yunxiang's eyes were sharp, "You go to the East Street South Red Building to check out."

"You want to pay off his debt?"

"No?"

Guy Yile said, "Of course I can't ask for it!"

He looked at the ingot of silver on the ground again, "Is this silver also used to pay off the debt?"

"Want it?" Liu Yunxiang raised his eyebrows.

The waiter's face showed joy, "Of course I wanted to."

"Kneel down and pick it up."

"ah?"

"No?"

Many of the onlookers shouted: "He won't, but we are willing! Not to mention kneeling down, just kowtow three times!"

Liu Yunxiang snorted coldly, then took out his purse from his arms and grabbed a handful of broken silver, "Kneel down and pick up what you want."

She then threw it away and the money fell all over the floor.

The onlookers and the waiter all knelt down to pick it up and grab it. You pushed me and I pushed you. They all gathered around Yan Mu and knelt in front of him.

After these people got the money, they dispersed in a hurry.

After the beggar was shocked, he kept beating his chest and said, "Oh, how much money is this? You just throw it away like this. I, a beggar, can't save even one tael in a year."

Liu Yunxiang didn't look at him, but looked at Yan Mu.

He stood up with his arms and looked around blankly. When his eyes passed her, he didn't stop and then staggered away.

"How did he become like this?"

The beggar looked at Yan Mu's walking back and sighed: "Before coming to Beijin, Shangguan Xu gave him a bottle of poison. The poison damaged his internal organs, and he only had one breath to survive until Jin'an.

He was sent to the palace again. In order to avenge his son, the Northern Jin Emperor broke one of his legs. When he was sent out, he was already dying. Fortunately, he met Chongming and worked hard for three months before he was saved.

When he came back, his martial arts skills were all gone, his muscles and veins were damaged, and his body was just so useless."

Liu Yunxiang's eyes couldn't help but turn red as he listened.

"In the battle between Beijin and Dayong, he killed countless soldiers of Beijin, and everyone in Beijin hated him. By sending him in, Dayong was equivalent to relieving Beijin's hatred, and everyone could step on him. What's even more terrifying

Yes, he has no desire to survive, and he is so drunk all day long, like a zombie."

Liu Yunxiang shed tears and watched the figure disappear at the end of the street.
Chapter completed!