The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Everyone had limited time and was busy escaping, so no one recognized him and he was not stopped much.

At the same time, through the noise along the way, he also learned that the rebels had surrounded the city, the court was in turmoil and unable to resist, and the entire inner city was in chaos. He instantly regretted not leaving earlier because he wanted to flatter the prime minister's mansion and send his cousin off to marry.

He knew very well that he could not reveal his identity, because at this time, everyone's rationality was as fragile as a spider's thread, and he could not confront them head-on.

So he kept a low profile all the way, his body huddled low, and he even stripped off a set of tattered clothes from a corpse lying on the side of the road and put them on the outermost. Fortunately, he was thin due to illness, so he was able to put on another piece of clothing after putting on several pieces.

Qiwu had to admire his actions.

If she hadn't been watching him closely, he might have escaped. However, she wouldn't let him get away so easily.

She followed the master, controlling her spiritual energy to blow the wind, blowing his scattered hair aside, revealing his entire face.

Qiwu shouted in a false voice,

"Look, it's the master, he must have something good on him!"

The originally chaotic crowd stopped and turned to look at him.

The uncle felt cold all over instantly.

The crowd rushed forward like hungry wolves.

Uncle, swallowed his saliva and stepped back.

He suddenly saw the smoke and dust on the street.

Eyes light up,

"I am going to serve the king. The power of the Prime Minister's Mansion has not fallen yet. If you follow me to the Prime Minister's Mansion, you will have a chance to survive."

The crowd was obviously hesitant. The capital was in such a mess, maybe they could only survive if they followed a powerful force.

Some people have already started to compliment the old master, and some have even placed the chairs they snatched in front of him, respectfully inviting him to sit down.

Uncle heaved a sigh of relief and was about to sit down.

"No, if he really had confidence, he wouldn't dress like this. He is lying."

Someone in the crowd raised an objection.

The old man raised his buttocks which had not yet been seated, but seeing the crowd surrounding him, he could only sit down again.

"My cousin has married into the Prime Minister's residence. Whoever goes with me will be taken care of by the Prime Minister's residence."

"Then you could just openly gather people to protect you and go to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Why do you have to sneak away? There is chaos outside and it is easy to get into danger if you act alone.

So you have no confidence that you can be taken care of by the Prime Minister's Mansion. He is deceiving everyone."

Some people in the crowd began to question Uncle.

Some of the slaves outside began to flee after hearing these words.

Some of the servants in the inner circle were trying to hold down the uncle who was sitting on the chair.

Qiwu glanced at the crowd a few more times.

Talented people can actually break away from the herd mentality.

This is either due to his extraordinary observation skills, or he has a grudge against the uncle.

Qiwu also followed suit and used onomatopoeia to echo and incite.

"The master is carrying a big box on his back, it must be gold~"

The uncle was obviously a little flustered, but he pretended to be calm.

No, as long as he can save his life, the new forces will occupy the capital and will most likely appease the nobles. As long as he can save his life, he can make money again.

"I'll give you everything,"

He quickly took off his clothes one by one and threw them into the crowd, and quickly broke free from the crowd's pursuit by taking off his outer clothes.

When the bundle containing the big box was thrown out, the crowd was excited.

He was afraid that someone would come after him, so he took off all his clothes except his underwear.

Then, while everyone was scrambling for it, he quickly left the crowd.

Unable to get out through the main gate, he went through the corner gate.

At the corner door, a young maid was blocking the door with a kitchen knife in her hand.

She saw the master running towards her in a middle-length coat, and squinted her eyes to identify him carefully.

"I finally got you, old dog!"

"I knew you couldn't get out through the main gate, so you would definitely go this way."

The old man, who was running out of breath and suffering from a long illness, could not avoid the maid holding a kitchen knife.

The maid slashed his waist with a knife.

But he still has some fighting skills after all.

He used his wit to throw the maid away,

No entanglement with the maid,

He quickly covered the wound on his waist and abdomen and ran away. He knew that many people hated him and he could not waste time and had to escape from here quickly.

As long as he leaves the mansion, he can find those small houses in secret and wait for the opportunity.

In, in, just two or three steps away. The excitement of seeing hope made him forget the pain of the knife wound on his body.

But outside the corner gate, a one-handed servant boy, holding a manure fork, rushed straight towards him.

The longer the weapon, the stronger it is. The dung fork was very long, and when it swept across, the entire exit of the corner gate was cut off.

Behind them was a maid chasing after him with a knife.

He had nowhere to hide and was hit on the knee by the manure fork.

The maid holding the kitchen knife behind him has already chased out.

"Hahaha, luckily, I'm not the only one who wants you dead. My brother was driving the carriage and encountered a passerby who didn't follow the etiquette. He reined in his horse and frightened you.

You pretend to be generous and forgive passers-by in front of others,

When he came back, he beat my brother with fifty sticks, his skin was torn and his flesh was exposed. My brother died that night.

And you are praised for your generous behavior on the street.

Hahahaha, it's simply because we are slaves and our lives are worthless.

Now, your life is worthless.

You look like a scared dog, and you seem to be no different from an ordinary person. It turns out you are afraid of death too."

The boy holding the manure fork came over and said, "Sister, I want his hand.

When I was trimming the horse's hooves, Zhuifeng neighed and struggled. He thought I had hurt his horse, so he cut off my hand."

The maid was quite generous and gave her place to the boy servant, who allowed him to chop as he pleased.

The servant boy had no weapon in his hand, so he could only hold the manure fork to pierce his hand and use a not-so-sharp dagger to cut the master's hand.

Uncle screamed and pulled out his half-cut hand.

I don't know where I got the strength from, I rolled over and shook off the two men, covered in blood, stumbling and trying to continue to escape.

Live, live, live to have a future,

The blood loss made his eyes go black.

He suddenly saw a person standing in front of him.

His second wife, Qiwu,

Under these circumstances, he would not be so naive as to think that Qiwu was here to save him.

But he still wanted to struggle.

"Madam, please save me and bandage my wound."

Unexpectedly, Qiwu came over with a smile and sprinkled powder on his wound.

"Prince~Oh, no, Lord, how did you get so badly injured?"

He quickly covered his wound to avoid getting the powder on him, but Qiwu had sprinkled a lot of it, so a lot of it still got on his hands.

"What kind of medicine is this!

I'm so badly injured, how can you still laugh? "

The master appears to be powerful but is actually weak. He maintains his usual attitude and he bets that Qiwu doesn't know what he has done secretly.

"The scum who drugged me is dying, shouldn't I be happy?

How is it, Master? How does it feel to be killed by someone you normally regard as an ant? "

Qi Wu looked at the embarrassed uncle with a smile.

The uncle was in a panic. He felt that the wound that was stained with Qiwu's medicine powder had begun to itch violently.