There's something wrong with the general.

Before I fell into a coma last night, I was still thinking about finding a few guards, but I didn't expect that they would bring me a pillow when I fell asleep.

Wen Yuxi is a person who can't sit still. He changed his clothes and prepared to go out.

Of course, when I was taking the clothes, I happened to see the exquisite sachet that was the beginning of the assassination attempt yesterday.

Somehow, I suddenly felt like laughing. A murder was caused by a sachet.

"What's your name? Come with me now."

The same handsome young man replied, "My Lord, my name is Tiehan."

"Okay, let's go."

Wen Yuxi walked out of the door, took two steps, turned around and saw four people following him. He couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Buddy, we are just shopping, not going to fight. Is it necessary to make such a big fuss?

"Tiehan follows, the others stay."

Wen Yuxi acted like the most dissolute playboy in the capital and gave the order.

Tie Han didn't hesitate at all and said to the three people behind him, "You guys wait in the Marquis' Mansion. I will accompany the Marquis out."

Wen Yuxi felt relieved, this was pretty good.

Although he didn't want to bring any guards with him, if he encountered thieves, he would not be able to deal with them. Tie Han was the leader among them and his kung fu should be very good. With him following him, he didn't have to worry.

Chang'an City was still as bustling as usual.

But my mood today is different from the past.

"Selling candied haws, sweet and crispy candied haws. If they're not sweet, I won't charge you."

"Fortune telling, just one penny, predict good and bad luck, marriage, and future."

"I'm selling rice cakes. They're delicious, soft, sticky, and springy. Come buy some and try them. Sir, you can buy some and try them."

Wen Yuxi took a few steps back, a look of resistance on his face.

He won't eat anything sweet because it makes his teeth hurt.

He walked away quickly.

After a while, he walked a long way, but the aroma of glutinous rice was still lingering in his nose, which was really annoying.

Wen Yuxi glanced back and handed Tiehan a hundred coins: "I suddenly want to eat again, go buy me some rice cakes."

Tiehan looked at him in surprise. Didn't he dislike eating it? Why did he buy it? Could it be prepared for the general?

"Okay, sir, wait a moment, I'll go buy it right away."

"Yeah, go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

Wen Yuxi patted his shoulder with a smile and stood still.

I don’t know what he imagined, but since he is willing to buy it, that’s great.

The crowd was surging, and Wen Yuxi saw Tiehan looking back from time to time. Knowing that he was worried about him, he stood in the distance, waiting for him to look over, and then waved to him.

While Tiehan was talking to the man selling rice cakes, he hurriedly squeezed into the crowd and disappeared on the spot.

Wen Yuxi could imagine how helpless Tiehan was when he saw that he was gone, and he would never be able to lie to him again next time.

However, it was still more comfortable to stroll around by herself, so Wen Yuxi squeezed into a rouge shop.

He went up to the second floor with ease, walked a few dozen steps, and stopped in front of a room. He knocked three times quickly, and then knocked twice lightly.

At this moment, a female voice like the chirping of an oriole came from inside the door: "Who is it?"

Although he asked, before Wen Yuxi could respond, he heard a series of light footsteps.

With a creak, the door opened.

The woman in the room couldn't help but smile when she saw Wen Yuxi: "How come Mr. Wen has time to come to my place? Do you have a new rouge recipe?"

Wen Yuxi shook her head, but smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you this time. I came here today to trouble you with something. I hope you'll agree."

"Hey, you're quite cunning, kid. But you have to tell me what it is first. If I can do it, I will definitely help you."

"It's not a difficult thing. My brother is watching me closely and has sent people to follow me. It's hard to get rid of him. Why don't you help me with my face so that no one can recognize me?"

The woman smiled and said, "It's not that difficult. Come sit over here and I'll put makeup on you."

Wen Yuxi sat in front of the bronze mirror as he was told, letting the woman fiddle with his face.

I don’t know what the woman applied to him, but it felt cool and very comfortable.

Wen Yuxi squinted one eye and looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a little dazed for a moment. Although she had been in this world for several months, she still felt confused when she saw herself in ancient costume.

He blinked, and suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that the makeup on the woman's face was different from usual.

More gorgeousness, less simplicity and elegance.

"Sister, you look different today than usual, but is there any good news recently?"

The woman didn't stop moving, but smiled with her eyes curved: "You can see that?"

"Oh, I'm just guessing. Could there really be some happy news? Tell me quickly so I can share in the joy."

The woman stopped what she was doing, a hint of shyness appeared on her face: "I, I'm getting married."

"Oh, really, that's great. Where are you from? Where do you live? How many people are there in your family? What do you do for a living? Are you rich?"

Wen Yuxi was happy for her from the bottom of his heart that she could have a good home, but he had to be on guard against others. He had to help her out and asked a series of questions.

The woman told him everything: "He is very good to me. He is from Henan Province. He is the only one in his family. He is a scholar and currently lives in a hutong in the west of the city."

Uh, why does this sound so unreliable?

The standard configuration of Phoenix men.

Most men are heartless and ungrateful, while few are truly affectionate. Wen Yuxi couldn't bear to discourage the woman's enthusiasm, so she could only hint at it: "It's only been half a month since we last met, and you already have a crush on someone. What's so good about that man that you'd be willing to marry him? Why don't you give him up and consider me instead? Although my family is a little poor, it's more than enough to support you."

The woman heard this and said angrily, "Don't tease me, boy. A man like you is not someone I can reach."

"What are you talking about, sister? What's with the question of whether one can reach the same level as the other? We're friends, and friends don't say such things. Besides, there's no such thing as a hierarchy of people. We're all ordinary people, and we'll all be buried in the ground a hundred years from now. So, are there any differences in the quality of our bones?"

The woman said helplessly, "You are still too naive. I wish I could be as carefree as you, but unfortunately I can't do that."

"Let's not talk about these heavy words anymore. Sister, why don't you tell me how you knew him?"

"It's nothing, really. He was a scholar who set up a stall on the street, selling his own calligraphy and paintings to make a living. I'd occasionally run into him when I went to deliver rouge to his clients, and sometimes, when I came back, it would be dark and he still hadn't closed his stall. Every time I came back and saw him there, I felt at ease. Later, one time, I went to deliver rouge to Master Liu's concubine. I came back a little late, and it was dark, and some drunken rascals stopped me and teased me. I thought I was doomed, but he seemed to appear from nowhere, beat those guys up, saved me, and brought me back here. I never thought that a scholar like him could be so powerful."

I understand. It turns out he was a hero saving a beauty. No wonder he fell so quickly.

But do you really know everything about him? What if he is the one who brought those scoundrels here?

Don't blame him for always thinking the worst. In this era, it is difficult for women to make a living. If they can meet a good man, it will be a good story. If they meet a scumbag, they will be in a dilemma.

If there is a chance, I still have to test that person.