All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

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A child's tender voice rang through the crowd, and a little beggar in tattered clothes bumped into Bu Ji and fell to the ground.

Bu Ji helped him stand up, brushed the dust off his body, and asked.

"Whose child are you and why are you alone on the street?"

The little beggar shook his head, looking disheveled, and habitually stretched out his hand to beg from Bu Ji.

"Female Bodhisattva, please be kind. I haven't eaten for three days."

Bu Ji frowned and took out his purse without thinking.

The rouge seller was protective of her own rouge and powder, and reminded her out of kindness.

"Girl, don't be fooled by this little beggar. He begs on the street all day long and makes as much as I do from this stall."

Bu Ji stopped taking out the silver, looked at the dirty little beggar in front of him and asked.

"Is what he said true?"

Although the child's hair was loose and half of his face was covered, it was not difficult to tell his age, about fourteen or fifteen years old. At such a young age, he had actually started the "business" of begging on the street.

The little beggar's eyes rolled around, he quickly reached out and grabbed her purse, then ran towards the crowd.

It's hard to chase him when there are so many people, so he usually uses this method to escape.

Before Bu Ji could react, the little beggar who had stolen her purse had disappeared, and she prepared to chase him.

But the owner of the rouge shop stopped him.

"How dare you, a little girl, chase them? They might be dividing the loot right now. If you chase them, you will get yourself into trouble."

"The government office is at the east end of this street. Go there to find the official."

"The officials know where this guy usually lives. If we go there, we will definitely catch him."

Bu Ji was worried and said repeatedly.

"I still have to report to the authorities. It's too late. I have to hurry back to the palace, back...home."

She let the secret slip, but luckily the boss didn't hear it and didn't ask any further questions.

She had lost her purse and was penniless, so she could not afford to buy rouge from the stall and went straight to Donghuamen.

The boss selling rouge looked at her back, and when he saw her walking away, he exchanged glances with the boss selling pork at the stall next to him. Both of them narrowed their eyes and revealed a cunning expression.

Go back to the palace. What the girl just said was clearly going back to the palace, not going home.

At first glance, it was obvious that she was a little palace maid who had gone out of the palace to make purchases under the orders of her master.

She was so beautiful, with that little face and body. He had never seen such a thin waist and such a perky butt. He didn't know what it felt like to touch.

Her skin is like peeled egg white, white, delicate and smooth. She is truly a beauty on earth, even more irresistible than the courtesan in Zuiyue Tower.

Palace maids are much better than unmarried ladies. Even if they are bullied, they dare not report to the authorities, for fear that their masters will find out, they will lose their jobs and bring trouble to their families.

Today he finally caught a little palace maid that satisfied his needs.

As soon as Bu Ji left, the two men packed up their stalls and quickly followed him.

From Dongjiao to Donghuamen, one has to pass through a wasteland with a mass grave. Few people come and go, and it is considered government territory.

The two discussed it and decided that this was the right place.

If the palace maid disobeyed and resisted angrily, he would pick up a meat-chopping knife and kill her, then throw her into a mass grave nearby, and no one would look for her specifically.

As Bu Ji was walking, she felt someone following her. She lowered her eyes and looked behind her. The sun was shining brightly and there were two figures on the ground.

They look like two big and strong men.

These two men had followed her from the street all the way to this wasteland. They must have had ulterior motives.

She didn't dare look back, let alone run, for fear of alerting the enemy.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from the haystack in front, and not only her, but also the two men behind her were startled.

This is a mass grave. So many people died and their bodies were dumped nearby. The slightest disturbance would be scary enough.

"elder sister!"

A child shouted and his short body crawled out from the haystack.

Bu Ji recognized him immediately. He was the little beggar who had just robbed her purse on the street.

"Why are you here?"

The little beggar ran up to her, handed her the purse with both hands, and said seriously.

"I'm here to return your purse, with all the silver in it."

Bu Ji took the purse, opened it and saw that not a single cent was missing. He returned the money intact.

The little beggar lowered his head and said embarrassedly.

"I was holding the money bag, but before I could divide the loot, I met a young man. He asked the blacksmith to take me in as an apprentice. Before I left, he asked me to return all the money I had robbed, and to live a clean life in the future, and to be a good man who stood tall and proud in the Chu and Jin countries."

"I will never do such a thing again. Please don't send me to the government."

Bu Ji patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"It's okay. It's a great help to know your mistakes and then improve them."

"It's good enough that you can listen to this young man."

The little beggar felt that she was a living Bodhisattva and didn't know how to repay her, so he said.

"Sister, where are you going? I know all the roads in this area and I can definitely show you the way."

He begged in the eastern suburbs every day and had developed the ability to find his way. Take this wasteland in front of him for example. Eight out of ten people would get lost if they came in, but he wouldn't. He had his own unique way of finding his way.

Before Bu Ji could wave his hand to refuse, he was pulled to a tree and pointed at two scratches on the trunk.

"Look, this is the mark I made with my homemade knife."

No wonder the young man asked him to learn from the blacksmith. He can forge daggers by himself at such a young age, and he does it quite well. He is truly a genius.

"It's inconvenient to take you with me to where I'm going. You should go back first."

"If I come again next time, I will visit you in the blacksmith shop."

The little beggar nodded and just as he turned around, he saw two men coming towards him. They were holding meat-chopping knives in their hands and had their faces covered with cloth, like bandits blocking the road.

"Sister, sister!"

He called for help in panic. Bu Ji turned around and leaned against the big tree, facing the two men who had been following her.

She remained calm and spoke to the little beggar beside her.

"You go first, they are coming for me."

"No, how can I run away by myself and leave you here alone."

Unexpectedly, this little beggar is quite brave and took out a small knife from his arms. The handle is made of wood and the blade is made of iron. The workmanship is rough, but it is extremely sharp.

"Sister, don't be afraid. We also have knives."

The two men opposite laughed arrogantly and spoke one after another.

"I hate the thing in your hand when I pick my teeth, can it be considered a knife?"

"Little beggar, you have nothing to do here, get out of here, we only want this woman."