Chapter 14: Well...you don't have to be so enthusiastic
"Your Majesty, your country's envoys have come to receive you. Shall we go?"
"Find an inn to stay in first."
"Yes." Li Keqing looked at Jiang Wuhua who was following him across the road. He hesitated for a while and asked, "Your Majesty, how should she deal with it?"
Looking in the direction of Li Keqing's eyes, he saw Jiang Wuhua standing opposite with disheveled hair, her clothes even more tattered than before. There were two people around her with sharp mouths and cheeks dripping with blood, who were touching her.
"go."
"Yes." After receiving Yelu Zihan's permission, Li Keqing immediately used Qing Kung Fu to leap to the opposite side, guarding Jiang Wuhua. Across the road, the only thing I could see was the two unconvinced market gangsters with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks.
They pointed fingers at Li Keqing, and after a while, Li Keqing's sword hilt knocked them to the ground, unable to get up. Jiang Wuhua timidly followed Li Keqing and checked into the inn with us.
Starting in the afternoon, Yelu Zihan and Li Keqing went out together, and then Jiang Wuhua changed her clothes and left. She didn't come back until the evening. I felt bored being alone, so I wandered around on the street.
The night in Youbenguo is very different from that in Qiyunguo. At this time, Qiyunguo is extremely quiet, but in Youbenguo, the lights are still bright, and there are no fewer vendors than in the daytime.
There are obvious differences between the clothes of Yu Benguo and Qi Yunguo. When I stood on the road, people could tell at a glance that I was not a local, and they kept bringing things in front of me to sell them.
At first, I was able to escape the clutches of these people. As I walked farther and farther, more and more people gathered, and I was densely surrounded.
Some of the people in front of me were holding golden hairpins, some were holding silk and satin, and some were holding rouge and gouache. They kept dangling in front of me, as if they were sure that I was a rich man.
The most exaggerated thing is that there is an aunt holding a chicken in one hand and a duck in the other hand, pointing their butts towards my face, and exhaling an unpleasant garlic breath from her thick lips.
"Girl, look at how fat this chicken's butt is. Buy one, or a duck."
I frowned, and the smell of shit coming from the chicken butt made my stomach churn.
"I do not want."
He took a step back, but bumped into people swarming up from behind. He was in a dilemma.
"Girl, my chickens are raised on the mountain every day. They are very fresh and sweet."
"Girl, my silk is made of sky silk. With your good looks, you will look great in a skirt."
"girl……"
"girl……"
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"Step aside."
My tone was obviously impatient, but the person in front of me seemed to be under a poisonous spell, and kept surrounding me, unwilling to give in any step.
I caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of my eye, and it just flashed by. Wasn't that... could I have seen it wrong?
I finally understood. It turns out that the voice next to my ear that kept asking me the name Yelu Zihan was not in a dream. It was just, is a relationship with a purpose too sad? Maybe, those who have experienced the fire scene
In that scene, her thoughts were no longer about the little girl who was upright and upright for a soldier.
Everything is worthy of sympathy, but it does not mean that I agree, especially if this rubbish method is used to hinder my footsteps, even if I had no intention of going shopping with Yelu Zihan.