Today happens to be the market, and there are many jugglers on the street.
Zhao Jin was not very interested, but the fourth prince and Princess Jingyi were obviously very interested, so he could only accompany them around.
Princess Jingyi pulled the fourth prince into a crowd again, with Zhao Jin and Ning Ce walking at the end.
Ning Ce smiled and said: "The eldest prince seems not interested."
"Well, it's okay." Zhao Jin said vaguely.
"These acrobatics are quite exciting."
Hearing this, Zhao Jin's voice dropped a degree, "It's all just to make a living."
Throughout the street, there are countless acrobatics, such as pill jumping, sword swallowing, rope walking, etc., which is dazzling.
In his previous life, Zhao Jin met a circus troupe and out of curiosity asked them how they practiced these acrobatics.
From then on, Zhao Jin lost interest in these acrobatics.
People watch the excitement and excitement, and the juggling troupe happily asks for rewards. How many people know the sadness behind it?
For example, swallowing a sword requires repeated training to allow your throat to adapt and to slow down vomiting before you can do it, otherwise you will get injured.
Ning Ce glanced at Zhao Jin in surprise.
Zhao Jin pushed through the crowd and walked in. As he approached, he heard Princess Jingyi's exclamation.
It turned out that they were performing a fire-breathing performance. The juggler held a torch and blew out a large flame from his mouth. From a close distance, he could clearly feel the scorching temperature.
Princess Jingyi grabbed the fourth prince's hand, her eyes shining brightly, "It's so awesome! I have never seen anyone who can breath fire!"
The fourth prince also stared intently.
They lived in the deep palace all year round. When had they seen such a thing? They were all extremely curious.
Zhao Jin crossed his arms and watched the juggler breathing fire with some boredom, when he was suddenly poked.
Looking down, she saw Princess Jingyi's little face raised slightly, "Hey, do you know how they did it? If you can tell me, I won't care about your palace."
Zhao Jin sneered and said nothing.
When Princess Jingyi heard this, she felt a little angry and said in a scolding tone, "What's wrong with you? Prince Liang's Mansion is so arrogant and slow to treat our brothers and sisters?!"
Ning Ce's heart tightened and he was about to smooth things over when Zhao Jin whispered: "I can tell you, but I can't say it loud enough for others to hear."
I wanted to yell at Zhao Jin for his request, but the words had already rolled down her throat. Princess Jingyi reacted and snorted coldly, "Okay! I'll see what you can say!"
"It's rosin powder. Rosin powder is flammable when exposed to fire. Now you have a package of rosin powder in your mouth, and then spray it out when it encounters the fire on the torch, and it burns instantly, causing a fire-breathing situation."
Zhao Jin deliberately lowered his voice so that the people around him would not hear it. He spread the word to ten, then to a hundred, spreading the word around, and then the juggler had to find another way to make a living.
"Powdered rosin?" Princess Jingyi was a little skeptical and didn't believe it, "I don't believe it!"
Zhao Jin was too lazy to pay attention to her. Then he thought about it and smiled, "How about we make a bet?"
"Okay! If what you said is wrong, then you have to kneel down and apologize to me!"
Zhao Jin nodded and asked, "What if I'm right?"
"Then I'll give you a thousand taels!"
"Deal!" Zhao Jin made a decisive decision, not giving Princess Jingyi a chance to regret.
Princess Jingyi bypassed the crowd and went to the back of the juggling troupe, in order to ask the other party.
The fourth prince felt helpless and said, "It's funny."
At this time, Zhao Jin was no longer impatient and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's fine. This is his true temperament."
Ning Ce secretly bumped into Zhao Jin to signal him not to go too far.
Looking sideways at Ning Ce, Zhao Jin reassured Ning Ce that he was measured.
After a while, Zhao Jin saw Princess Jingyi coming back a little frustrated.
"How about it?"
Princess Jingyi glared at him, took out a banknote from her arms and threw it to Zhao Jin with some dissatisfaction.
Zhao Jin stretched out his hand and accurately grabbed the banknote. After a brief glance, he saw that it was indeed a thousand tael banknote.
He didn't show any politeness to her and kept the banknote directly.
Ning Ce stood up and changed the subject, "Why don't you go shopping elsewhere?"
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Bachelor Ning." The fourth prince thanked him warmly.
But before the group of people had gone far, Princess Jingyi was suddenly hit by someone.
"Hey! Walking...are you okay!"
After the half-grown boy bumped into Princess Jingyi, he fell to the ground.
Seeing that the boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, Princess Jingyi, who wanted to scold him, changed her words instead.
The young man said nothing and shook his head. When the guard came forward to help him, he jumped up and ran away.
Zhao Jin saw Princess Jingyi looking worried and couldn't help but remind her.
"See if there's anything missing."
Princess Jingyi was stunned. She reached out and touched the money bag at her waist, but it was empty.
"My purse!" This is the first time Zhao Jin has seen this somewhat unruly and willful princess so anxious, "My mother-in-law embroidered it for me!"
The fourth prince frowned and immediately ordered the guards following him, "Hurry up and chase him!"
Princess Jingyi stamped her feet, "He turned out to be a thief. I was worried whether he was injured by the fall!"
"Don't worry, princess. Even if you don't get her back, Prince Liang's Mansion will send people to search the city." Ning Ce comforted her.
But unexpectedly, Princess Jingyi couldn't listen to Ning Ce's words at all and wanted to chase him.
Zhao Jin held him down and said, "Don't worry, just follow me slowly."
Then he followed the guard and chased the young man.
Princess Jingyi looked at Zhao Jin's back and was stunned.
Although the guards chased people one step ahead of Zhao Jin, Zhao Jin soon surpassed the group of guards.
He had excellent eyesight. Although there were many people in the market, he still focused on the young man accurately. He nimbly avoided the crowd and chased the young man through alleys.
The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer. Zhao Jin's eyes darkened a little, and he walked a few steps faster. He caught up with the young man, directly reached out to hold the young man's shoulder, pulled and pushed hard, and pushed the young man directly against the wall.
"Hand over the things." Zhao Jin didn't talk nonsense and got straight to the point.
The boy's face was pressed against the wall and he struggled a bit. Not only did he not move, but his face rubbed against the wall, causing a burst of pain.
"I don't know what you are talking about! I accidentally bumped into you just now, but it was me who fell!"
The young man was stubborn and refused to admit it.
Zhao Jin was not polite to him. He suppressed the person with one hand and searched him with the other. Without even searching twice, he pulled out a gorgeous money bag.
The light blue brocade is embroidered with exquisite flowers and birds, which are lifelike, and there are two small words in the corner, which are "Jingyi".
"What is this? Isn't it yours?" Zhao Jin asked, holding the lanyard of the money bag, waving it in front of the young man's eyes.
The young man has no way to quibble when he gains both the stolen goods and the stolen goods.
