Song Yizhi, who was gray-faced and somewhat tattered, was too conspicuous walking on the bustling street.
But she didn't care.
At this time, Song Yizhi was holding a communication talisman to report to his mother that she was safe.
Hearing Song Yizhi's brisk and cheerful voice, Song Luo felt at ease.
"As long as you have nothing to do, practice hard." Song Luo warned.
Song Yizhi responded obediently.
Putting away the communication talisman, Song Yizhi raised his hand and wiped his face, undoubtedly wiping ashes.
I have to go back to the inn quickly to tidy up, and then consolidate my cultivation.
Thinking like this, Song Yizhi quickened her pace, but she was stopped before she took a few steps.
"Hey, you little beggar, raise your head and let me see you." Zhang Yang's arrogant voice sounded.
Song Yizhi looked up and saw a girl wearing a peony-colored dress standing a few steps away, looking at her arrogantly. Behind her were several maids and two guards.
"Little beggar?" Song Yizhi raised his finger and pointed at himself, with confusion in his voice, "Are you talking about me?"
Although she was a little embarrassed, she wasn't treated like a little beggar, right?
"Who else could it be if it wasn't you?" When the girl saw Song Yizhi's face, jealousy suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Dust can't hide her flawless porcelain skin, delicate facial features, bright eyes, and such a downcast appearance can't damage her grace.
The girl raised her chin and said in a condescending manner, "Hey, little beggar, if you kneel down and kowtow to me twice, I will reward you with some money."
Song Yizhi glanced at the girl lightly and prepared to go back around them.
What should you do if you encounter a mentally disturbed person on the road?
Take a detour!
Seeing that Song Yizhi was ignoring her, the girl yelled angrily, "Little beggar, stop here!"
Song Yizhi turned a deaf ear to it.
The girl raised her hand and signaled the two guards behind her to come forward and take action.
The guard strode up and started to attack Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi seemed to have eyes on the back of her head. She moved away and turned to look at the girl. Her tone was extremely calm, "I'm not a beggar, I don't need your pity."
"I said you are who you are!" the girl said arrogantly, "You'd better figure out where you are now! This is our Jiang family's territory!"
Jiang family?
Song Yizhi raised his head and glanced at the girl, but he didn't feel surprised.
"So?" Song Yizhi raised his hands and then felt that there was something wrong with him.
When you have this time, you should go back to take a shower and sleep instead of talking to such people here.
Thinking of this, Song Yizhi turned around and left without waiting for the girl's answer.
The girl took action directly. She took out the long silk and hit Song Yizhi, "You stop for me, young lady!"
Song Yizhi tilted his head, then raised his hand to hold Chang Ling, and then pulled hard.
The girl was dragged and staggered two steps, and the long silk in her hand was also pulled away by Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi threw Chang Ling on the ground and said calmly, "I'm warning you, don't force me."
"You are just a person who was expelled from your family, how dare you talk to me like this?!" The girl was angry, and then she attacked Song Yizhi relentlessly.
Naturally, the girl could see that some of Song Yizhi's tattered clothes were valuable, but seeing her in such a mess, she wondered if she had been expelled from the family.
In addition, the girl was scolded by her elders and was out for a walk in a bad mood. By chance, Song Yizhi bumped into her, so the girl thought of humiliating Song Yizhi to vent her anger.
Before Song Yizhi could fight back, a folding fan came through the air and knocked the girl away.
Song Yizhi looked back, his eyes changed slightly, his calm eyes made waves, and then became calm.
A man in a crimson robe came slowly, holding a folding fan in his hand with gorgeous peach blossoms on it.
The man walked to Song Yizhi step by step. When he saw her embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but smile. He opened the folding fan to cover the raised corners of his lips, "Were you expelled by the Changqiu Sect?"
It’s rare to see this person looking so embarrassed. It’s really... nice to see!
Song Yizhi shook his head, "No."
When an old friend appeared, Song Yizhi's blocked memories came flooding back, making her feel a little unspeakable.
The girl who was knocked away by a fan was hurriedly helped up by several maids.
"Send your name to me! I'm going to kill you!" the girl's angry voice sounded.
The man seemed to have heard something interesting. He raised his eyebrows and said, "My surname is Yanling, and my single name is Yu."
Yan Lingyu?!
The young master of the Yanling family?!
The girl looked at the man in front of her who was wearing a crimson robe and holding a fan. Her face instantly turned pale. She took a few steps back. Without the support of her maid, she might have lost her balance.
Song Yizhi looked at the man next to him with a bit of surprise.
How did he suddenly become the young master of the Yanling family?
Yan Lingyu turned to look at Song Yizhi, and curved the corners of his mouth, giving her a tacit expression.
Song Yizhi wiped his face to spread the dust on his face evenly.
Yan Lingyu looked at Song Yizhi, who looked like a little cat, and took out a handkerchief and handed it over.
Song Yizhi took it and lowered his head to wipe the dust.
Yan Lingyu raised his hand, so that the guards around him did not need to take action, "Go to the Jiang family to send a message."
"Yes." The attendant responded, turned and left.
The girl's face instantly turned pale.
Yan Lingyu turned around and looked at the extremely embarrassed Song Yizhi, and said, "Do you have a place to stay? Do you want to go to my place?"
Song Yizhi shook his head, "I have to go back. Bei Xianyue and the others should be very worried about me."
Yan Lingyu closed the fan and took two steps to the side, "I'll send you there."
The next second, Song Yizhi's dusty hand wiped the air.
Yan Lingyu tapped Song Yizhi's arm with his fan, "I'm warning you, don't mess with me."
"Oh." Song Yizhi responded perfunctorily, and quickly raised his hand to wipe the dust on his fan.
Yan Lingyu looked at the particularly obvious gray on the fan bone and squinted his eyes.
Sooner or later she will be beaten!
Several confidants behind Yan Lingyu widened their eyes when they saw Song Yizhi's bold move.
It is obvious to all that the young master treasures this folding fan, and the young master is a bit of a germophobe. This girl Song is really... not afraid of death.
Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows with a provocative expression.
That's like saying you have the ability to hit me!
Yan Lingyu was too lazy to pay attention to Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi was making trouble for Yan Lingyu as he walked to the inn, "Hey, aren't you, are you angry now?"
"Don't you know? I'm the youngest." Yan Lingyu showed a gloomy expression.
Song Yizhi rolled his eyes speechlessly, "I know, I've heard of your old man's name, oh, I'm so scared!"
Yan Lingyu hated the cold.
"Yan Lingyu, may I treat you to a meal?" Song Yizhi said.
Yan Lingyu nodded, and then said, "Go back and clean up first."
Song Yizhi nodded.
The two of them walked towards the inn one after the other. After just a few steps, a car and a BMW drove up from behind.
Song Yizhi and Yan Lingyu stepped aside.
Watching the carriage pass by, Song Yizhi narrowed his eyes.
There is a Lan family logo on the carriage, but I don't know who is coming.
I hope it's Lord Lan Min, after all, he has enough power and ambition.
Lan Minjun in the carriage slightly lifted the curtain and looked at Song Yizhi and Yan Lingyu on the roadside through the gap. As the carriage moved forward, the two figures stepped back.
Lan Minjun squinted his eyes, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth deepened a bit.