Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Que Yu turned around and prepared to leave, but the appearance of a name made him stop.

A local citizen in the capital sighed:

"Miss Chu is a good person, and Mr. Meng who provided disaster relief in Pingyang City is also a good person. It really is true that 'birds of a feather flock together.'"

The person next to him seemed to be confused about the situation and asked curiously:

"What do you mean people are divided into groups? Could it be that Mr. Meng and Miss Chu are still related?"

Local people: "You are from another place, right? Everyone in Beijing knows that Mr. Meng Wenjin and Miss Chu have been engaged since childhood, and even the wedding date has been set."

"One of them is the only son of the Yong'an Marquisate, and the other is the youngest daughter of the Dali Temple Minister. They are a perfect match. They grew up together as childhood sweethearts. They are talented and beautiful. They are truly an enviable couple."

Although the outsider had never seen Meng Wenjin, after hearing his introduction, he couldn't help but say with envy:

"Mr. Meng is so lucky. He is the only son of the Yong'an Marquisate and will definitely inherit the title in the future. He is also so favored by the emperor, and his future wife is kind and beautiful. Others can't envy him."

A few people discussed and chatted for a few more sentences, and then dispersed, each minding their own business.

Que Yu stood there, his eyes flickering.

"Meng Wenjin."

He repeated the name, and his dark pupils became darker.

"How can you live so well?"

He couldn't help but clench his fists, and the silver coins Chu Xiaoyun handed to him pressed closer to his skin with increasing force. The sharp edges were stuck in his palms, almost oozing blood.

Because of this name, Que Yu brought back the image of Chu Xiaoyun, who had been forgotten.

Every moment he had spent with Chu Xiaoyun was carefully pondered in his mind.

Indeed, this Miss Chu is good in everything. In addition to what the people say, she is also smart and clever, better than many people in the world.

Such a good person...

A hint of determination flashed across Que Yu's eyes, and he said silently:

"It turns out she's his fiancée."

As long as it was a person or thing belonging to Meng Wenjin, he wanted to take it away.

He still has a good relationship with Miss Chu, right? Then he wants to make her his own.

Que Yu looked at the marks left on his palm by the broken silver and smiled silently.

He put the change into his hidden sleeve and was about to leave when a beggar holding a broken bowl on the ground called him.

"Hey, you are a refugee who escaped from Pingyang City, right?"

Que Yu heard that he had something else to say, so he nodded and whispered:

"Ah."

The beggar showed a look of pity on his face, as if he had experienced the same thing before and was rarely kind.

"Me too. Seeing you fainted under the noble carriage, I guess you didn't eat well or sleep well these days."

"Since we are from the same place, let me recommend a place to you. It's not in a good location, but it's better than the open air."

Que Yu showed an unfamiliar expression of gratitude and took out the pastries that Chu Xiaoyun gave him.

"Thank you. Miss Chu just gave me some cakes to fill my stomach. I'll give you half."

"Just cakes?"

The beggar seemed a little unconvinced. He stretched his head to look, but when he saw Que Yu's strange expression, he immediately lowered his head.

"Forget it, forget it. Just eat this little food by yourself. I'll tell you the location, just follow this path, and then..."

The beggar told him the way and left, saying that he had something else to do.

Que Yu looked at his hurriedly leaving back and without saying anything, followed the address he gave to the temporary residence.

This is a dilapidated temple that can barely provide shelter from wind and rain. There is not even a bed to sleep on. A few handfuls of hay would make an excellent mattress.

Even in such an environment, there are quite a lot of people crowded inside.

Most of the people were ragged, thin, and had pale faces.

Looking at it this way, I don't think there is anything wrong with it at all.

But once you get inside, you'll find something is wrong.

Five or six tall men gathered in the best position in the ruined temple.

Among them was a fat and strong man with a ruddy complexion, who looked nothing like the other beggars or vagrants.

While others were still gnawing on steamed buns that had become hard after who knows how many days, they were still smelling the aroma of meat.

However, apart from food and drink, their belongings were very similar to those of everyone else, and their clothes were also patched.

Apart from having a better face, he was almost indistinguishable from the crowd of refugees.

Hearing the footsteps of someone coming in, several people raised their heads and several pairs of eyes stared at Que Yu from head to toe.

His chest, which was slightly bulging with the pastries, was looked at carefully by them several times, as if they wanted to see through his clothes to see what good things he had hidden.

Que Yu pretended not to see anything and deliberately took a detour to a remote corner.

As soon as I sat down on the ground, a large shadow suddenly appeared in front of me.

He looked up and saw the strong leader and his men coming towards him.

They squeezed into this small corner, trapping Que Yu inside. Under the heavy shadows, the sturdy man in the lead spoke in a deep voice:

"Hey, kid, I heard that you fell under Miss Chu's carriage today. What did you get? Take it out and let me see it."

Que Yu moved his fingers slightly.

It happened not long ago, but they knew everything about it.

It seems that this is the root cause of the disappearance of refugees in recent days.

Que Yu lowered his eyes and took out the cake wrapped in a handkerchief. His voice was very low, making him look cowardly and easy to bully:

"Just some cakes, nothing else."

"Just cakes?"

The leading burly man snatched the handkerchief, opened it and looked at it several times, but couldn't see anything else.

He also asked people to search Que Yu's body to see if he had hidden anything.

Que Yu was dressed in rags, with no place to hide anything.

No matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any silver or treasure.

After the emperor commended an official who generously donated money to the refugees, those dignitaries became very generous in order to show their "kindness".

He and his brothers made a fortune after just a few deals.

Why did something go wrong today?

The leader was already very angry because he thought that the fat sheep had turned out to be chicken ribs that were tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.

Seeing the cakes in the handkerchief being crushed to pieces, he pushed him hard in anger and cursed:

"You're useless. You can mess up a good pastry into such a mess."

"Don't you know what's going on? You're wasting food. Brothers, teach him a lesson."

As they spoke, they gathered together and started punching and kicking Que Yu.

After beating the man to the ground and making him unable to move for a long time, he finally let out a sigh of relief, waved his hand and left with his brothers.

Before leaving, the leader took the handkerchief with him.

Que Yu, who was lying on the ground, had disheveled hair that covered the corners of his mouth that was bleeding and his bloodthirsty eyes.

There was a hole in the roof above his head, and the moonlight that came through made Que Yu's dark eyes very bright, which made him look even more eerie.