The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

As soon as these words were spoken, the huge Lan Kwai Fong suddenly fell silent and quiet as death.

[Oh, I thought we would have something interesting to watch if we followed He Shiyi out.]

[Tsk~~ It's just a trick, what are these two people trying to be so noble about? ? ]

[Tsk tsk tsk, if you ask me, how could the ancient people be so stupid? They made money and gained face, but they had to say this, and it was on someone else's territory. Did the Northern Di people think they were not dying fast enough? ? ]

[Hahahaha, the one in front, how come you don't know they didn't do it on purpose? ? You can shout at the feet of the Emperor of Tianying with the identity of a Beidi person, do you really think they are here to make money? ? ]

[Fuck, listening to your analysis is really better than analyzing it all. ]

Zhao Mianmian:

【…】

Zhao Mianmian didn't care about the origins and purposes of the Beidi artists at all.

In her opinion, even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Even if the Northern Di people want to cause trouble, their target will definitely be the powerful and royal family in the capital of Tianying.

Not to mention that she was a three-year-old orphan, even if he was the legitimate son of a wealthy family like He Shiyi, he would probably not be considered by the other party.

So Zhao Mianmian stood quietly behind He Shiyi, waiting patiently for her little cousin to finish watching the fun and then secretly take her home.

Unfortunately, the audience in the live broadcast room were not so obedient. Not only did they watch the fun, but they also kept arguing with each other, making people dizzy.

Zhao Mianmian had no choice but to raise her fingers and rub her temples.

[Do you understand what "a country is about to fall, how can you have a safe home" means? Do you understand what "the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of every man" means? ! Even if the anchor is playing it safe now, maybe one day the dynasty she is in will be destroyed by someone, and then she will become a slave of a conquered country, and you will be happy, right! ]

???

Zhao Mianmian twisted her neck to shake out the dirt in her head.

[It's so funny, she even brought up the "rise and fall of the world". She's just an anchor with an empty brain. What do you expect from her? Is she going to sit on the stage and cry? ? I'm afraid she won't even know how she died. ]

That's it.

Zhao Mianmian blinked and nodded vigorously at the air.

However, before she finished clicking, a sharp gaze pierced through the air and shot down at the top of her head.

"!!!"

The hairs on Zhao Mianmian's body immediately stood up, and she subconsciously raised her head to look for the source of the gaze.

But at this moment, in front of her was a sea of ​​buttocks, and diagonally above her was the closed door of a wing room in Lan Kwai Fong. How could there be any weird "others" who would have nothing better to do than stare at a little kid?

However, the gaze followed her like a shadow, and after a few breaths it became colder and fiercer, and finally seemed to be fixed on Zhao Mianmian, making her feel very uncomfortable and dare not move at all.

Zhao Mianmian twisted and turned, causing the public screen in the live broadcast room to sway as well. Finally, someone noticed her abnormality and asked on the public screen:

[Anchor, what's wrong with you? Is your butt itchy? ? ]

[Fuck, what do you mean by itchy butt? What kind of lewd words are these? ! The anchor is only three years old, three years old, three years old! ! Can you guys stop being so vulgar! ]

[It means something literal, but people with a true heart see everything as dirty. 】

[Ahem, alright, alright, stop talking, I really can't bear to watch this. But host, what are you looking for? ]

[What else can I look for? See if there are any Xuanlin Guards around~ Haven't you seen that rat always looks around before crossing the street? The host is now exactly like that rat crossing the street. ]

[Hahaha, you are such a fucking “rat crossing the street”, you guys are probably trying to piss off the anchor to death. ]

Zhao Mianmian: [……]

Zhao Mianmian didn't want to pay any attention to the barrage. She twisted her neck, looked left and right, then raised her head and looked at the top of her head.

Of course there was no one above her head, but when she raised her head back and pointed her nose at the sky, she saw two familiar figures.

The two men were standing on the third floor behind her. One of them was leaning on the railing, staring at the Beidi artists downstairs with interest. He turned his head from time to time and talked to the people around him. He didn't seem to notice Zhao Mianmian's existence.

The other person stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent, seemingly listening to the previous person, but his eyes went straight through the crowd and fell on Zhao Mianmian's...nostrils without any hesitation!

Zhao Mianmian didn't recognize the person staring at him, but the person standing next to him and pointing at the stage was very familiar to him.

It turned out to be Xie Chen, the same Xie Chen who had saved her life outside Xuchuan before.

This is something Zhao Mianmian never wants to see again in her life...

Xuanlin Guard, thank you very much.

**

When Zhao Mianmian saw the Xuanlin Guards, his mind felt dizzy.

She didn't expect that the fence-sitters in her live broadcast room would have such a bad mouth. Whatever she said would come true, and she was so angry that she wanted to find a hole to hide.

Following the principle of hiding if you can't afford to offend, Zhao Mianmian ignored the gaze falling on her and quickly turned her neck back, ready to pull He Shiyi away.

But when she turned her neck back to pull He Shiyi, the young man from the He family, who was originally standing in front of her, had already rushed to the stage in a hurry! !

"What are these floating cloud hands and floating cloud feet? They are just some tricks to fool people. If you can't figure it out, then you Beidi people are useless. Do you really think that Tianying is the same as you Beidi people, a frog in the well?"

"Come over here, I will meet you!"

As he spoke, He Shiyi had already taken out twenty taels of silver and put it on the table with an arrogant look, which was met with cheers from all around.

Zhao Mianmian rolled her eyes and was so angry that she didn't want to talk.

When she met Xie Chen, she didn't even have time to hide, but He Shiyi, on the other hand, seemed to think she wasn't dying fast enough and walked right under his nose.

However, He Shiyi was already standing on the ring, and Zhao Mianmian couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. She simply hid behind and hid in a corner where Xie Chen couldn't see her.

"This is the young master of the He family, named He Shiyi. His eldest brother is He Shiqian, who was appointed as the Junior Supervisor of the Ministry of Personnel and went to the Northwest Camp last year."

Xie Chen saw He Shiyi coming on stage and explained beside Xiao Haizhou.

"Northwest Camp? Isn't Northwest Camp Liang Yuanjing's territory?" Xiao Haizhou withdrew his gaze from Zhao Mianmian inconspicuously, narrowed his eyes, and spoke calmly.

"That's right! I don't know if He Zhaoxian and He Jianxing are really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. At this time, they still dare to send people to the Prince of Ning. Aren't they afraid of bringing disaster to his He family?"

"With all the power and wealth, there are always people who want to gamble their lives. He Zhaoxian and his family are not the only ones who can't think straight. Let Xu Shu keep an eye on the northwest, and for the rest, just follow the procedures."

Xiao Haizhou's voice was flat, but Xie Chen couldn't help but feel nervous. He quickly gathered his strength and said one word respectfully:

"Yes."