My Lord, please respect yourself. I am the wife of a marquis.

Xishui Town is the first town entering the Huaiyang fiefdom. A small stream flows down from the mountain and runs through the entire town, hence the name Xishui Town.

This stream is also the boundary line of the Huaiyang King's fiefdom. Although the two sides of the stream are adjacent to each other, their styles are very different, so this town is also called Shuangshui Town.

The two places are separated by a river but have different climates. Bamboo boats and small boats meander along the stream. There are arcades selling goods on both sides of the stream. You can take a boat or walk around the arcades. It is really lively.

A small black-sailed boat crossed the arch bridge connecting the two places and stopped beside a three-story hexagonal building with flying eaves and pleasant copper bells hanging on it.

Su Muxi looked up, but unfortunately the curtains were heavy and she could only see a hazy outline.

Today, her skirt has been changed to a local style. The delicate goose yellow is matched with a light green shawl, and the embroidered shoes inlaid with pearls are faintly visible along the hem of the skirt.

"Be careful, madam."

As he went ashore, a corner of the thin silk curtain was blown up by the wind, and was then carefully held down by the person beside him.

Su Muxi chuckled softly, her voice pleasant, as if she was praising the man's careful care.

All the tourists passing by felt regretful, as they were just a little bit away from seeing the owner of this wonderful sound.

Although the man next to her is also handsome, people are always attracted by her mystery.

There are very few people like this in the small town. They are so eager to admire her that there is bound to be a lot of discussion and attention.

"Please, please, please!"

On the crowded shore, no one noticed a man lying on the ground, grabbing the hem of Su Muxi's skirt.

The man was disheveled and crawling forward with his hands supporting his body. One leg was supported behind his body, unable to move. The other side had no leg at all, and the corner of his trousers was folded up and hung around his waist.

He turned out to be a beggar with a broken leg.

"Please, please, give me something to eat!"

"Isn't this Feng Quezi? How did he become like this?"

"I heard that he was beaten by his own son. He thought that he couldn't work and just ate, so he came up with this idea. With a broken leg and a disabled leg, he looks so pitiful. There must be a kind lady who will give him a reward."

"This is too miserable! Not only was he beaten and disabled, but he was also forced to beg for money."

"Oh my God! This is absolutely unscrupulous!"

A fellow villager who knew the situation sighed, "At first the neighbors all gave him aid, but in the end all the money was used by his son for drinking and entertainment."

Someone interrupted, "Who else can give it?"

"Of course no one gave it to him, so Feng Da threw Feng Kuizi to the river bank. There are rich people here, so there are always some who are not happy about it, and of course there are also some who think it is unlucky."

There was a lot of discussion around, and everyone was obviously focused here, wanting to see what this fairy-like figure would do.

Su Muxi looked down and didn't move. However, the person next to her was more nervous than her. He took the purse from his arms, threw it on the ground, and took her away from the shore.

The voice gradually died down, and Su Muxi followed his footsteps and entered the hexagonal building, which turned out to be an inn.

Her eyes darkened for a moment, then suddenly became clear, and the man took off the veil for her.

This inn is much more luxurious than the official inn. Outside the window is the river bank we just came from.

Su Muxi wanted to sit on the low couch by the window, but after taking two steps, she was stopped.

The little girl raised her chin and motioned for her to sit back.

Su Muxi sneered and sat back at the round table.

The man waved his hand, asking the little girl to leave first, and then handed over the poured teacup. "What are you laughing at?"

"Mr. Xiao, you have great skills." Su Muxi answered the question irrelevantly. While answering, she reached out and touched his cheek, as if they were really a couple.