Wang Xiaodao is indeed Wang Xiaodao. Even without the fishy taste, he can still make some delicious and exquisite side dishes.
Wen Ranran ate grass seriously like a rabbit, and suddenly she understood Xia Lishuang's fasting behavior when she first met him.
After all, the thoughts and actions of the Yingying Yanyan who surrounded Xia Lishuang at that time were basically the same as Xia Liming's treatment of him.
After a beautiful meal, Wen Ranran rarely went out and decided to go around the city.
The folk customs in Jinguan City are simple, and the streets are full of enthusiasm. There are aunts selling wontons hawking along the street, and there are also girls selling bamboo baskets, singing loud and spicy tunes.
Except for the dilapidated houses in the city, the bustling level is almost the same as in the capital city.
While Wen Ranran was taking a walk, she didn't forget to buy some spicy tofu skin skewers.
Turning around a busy street, I suddenly saw a group of people surrounding it, and there was a faint noise.
Wen Ranran went up to watch the excitement, but heard a burst of crying.
"Please! Please, Master Ji! Let me go! We are just here to sell vegetables and we don't mean to offend Master Ji!"
"Oh oh oh daddy, help me!!"
What followed was a voice that made me want to be beaten.
"Stop talking nonsense! It's your good fortune that the young master has taken a liking to you today. If you take care of me tomorrow, I will welcome you in as my concubine in the seventeenth room!"
Wen Ranran's eyelids jumped, surprised by the arrogance of the voice, and then heard the old man's name just now.
Master Ji? The Ji family that has declined rapidly in a few years?
No wonder that when the emperor demoted and reduced his rank one after another, Ji didn't even dare to fart.
The author fled all the way to the southwest and got close to the big tree of King Shu!
Wen Ranran was so angry that she took Jiang Tang directly, pushed aside the crowd and walked in.
"stop!"
As she got closer, Wen Ranran saw that the young master who had just spoken was wearing a dark green robe with gold trim. He was stupid and looked like a bastard.
On the side, a pretty little girl who looked about 13 or 14 years old was grabbed by the evil servant behind her and was about to be taken away.
There was an old man lying on the ground, his face was covered with blood after being beaten, and he was begging on the ground.
Let’s not talk about other things. Even Wen Yuwan, at her most domineering moment, didn’t talk about beating people in the street or robbing good wives and men, right?
The public security in Jincheng has reached this level of chaos?
The young master surnamed Ji was stunned for a moment when he heard this shout. When he saw Wen Ranran, his eyes widened and his eyes changed again and again, revealing a hint of salivation.
But looking at Wen Ranran's well-dressed clothes, her arrogant attitude just now has become somewhat restrained, and she looks like a second-generation ancestor who bullies the weak and fears the strong.
The news behind him spread to Jiangtang, and he quickly used his little brain to help Wen Ranran determine the identity of the person opposite.
"Princess, this man's name is Ji Da, and he is the son of Duke Ji. That Duke Ji was the younger brother of Queen Ji. The one in front of you is the youngest son of Duke Ji!"
Wen Ranran raised her eyebrows slightly.
Ji Guogong? This title was originally given by the emperor when Ji and the empress were canonized.
But following Ji He's mysterious death that year, no one dared to mention the name of Duke Ji.
At this time, this old guy actually dares to come and take advantage of these ten thousand things? He is really thick-skinned.
Wen Ranran took a deep breath and spoke politely.
"Is it inappropriate for the young master to rob a common girl in the street like this?"
In fact, she didn't want to be really polite, but to teach someone a lesson, she had to make a deep impression on them.
The man was stunned, looked at Wen Ranran, his eyes widened, and after being reminded by someone around him, he managed to regain his composure, straightened his collar, and assumed a posture that he thought was elegant.