Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Yan Xining looked at her empty waist and smiled.

It's really interesting that her purse was actually stolen by someone.

At this time, the people chasing behind were panting and shouting: "Catch him, catch him, he is a little thief!"

But the man ran very fast, not only going to crowded places, but also keeping his hands busy. In just a short while, he stole several purses.

Very good, I haven’t seen such an arrogant person in a long time!

This is not fleeing, this is clearly a provocation, a provocation without fear.

Yan Xining calmly walked to the right.

Pei Ya's pace slowed down. Having more money sometimes affects speed.

He took the two largest and heaviest purses in each hand and weighed them with his left hand. They weighed at least twenty taels. No wonder they were so heavy. How could someone actually hang something so heavy around their waist?

He would be doing a disservice to his eyes if he didn't take it away.

I also weighed the one in my right hand, and it was equally heavy.

Although the rest were just some loose change, when added together they were still quite heavy, probably no less than twenty taels.

He shook off the people chasing him, ran into a small alley, leaned against the wall, and opened his purse. He had a feeling that there must be something else inside.

He poured the blue bamboo purse in his left hand onto the ground, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Banknote!

In addition to two silver ingots and some small change, there were actually silver notes, silver notes worth fifty taels each. Was he blind?

Even though he knew there was nothing wrong with his eyes, he still rubbed them hard.

That’s right! Four of them, fifty taels each!

More than two hundred taels of silver!

Make a fortune, make a fortune, make a fortune!

I never dreamed that I would catch such a fat sheep.

Pei Ya was grinning so hard that his teeth were showing.

The black one with an eagle embroidered on it on the right seems heavier.

He also poured it all out, gold, gold?

There were no banknotes in the purse, but there were two five-liang gold ingots, a dozen gold leaves, and some small change.

One tael of gold and ten taels of silver!

These two gold ingots alone are worth a hundred taels of silver, and those gold leaves add up to dozens of taels of silver.

He didn't even look at the other purses; he was completely enveloped by immense joy.

"I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich! I never thought that I, Pei Ya, would get rich one day. It seems that smoke is coming out of my ancestral graves! Hahaha, I'm rich, I'm rich!"

While muttering to himself in ecstasy, he collected the banknotes, put them back into his purse, put them against his chest, and protected them with his hands!

Now he is a man with five hundred taels of silver! He must hurry to a safe place.

He looked around vigilantly and walked through the alley without worrying about being chased.

But after running only two steps, he stopped in his tracks. Someone came from the entrance of the alley and blocked his way.

The eyes staring at him were like those of a hawk, directed at him.

He spun around quickly and started running, but after only a few steps, he was knocked over by a huge force and fell to the ground.

He rested his elbows on the ground.

Standing in front of him was a young man, about twenty years old, dressed in black clothes, with an angular face and sharp eyes. With every step he took, he felt a suffocating pressure.

The one who had kicked him back was about sixteen or seventeen, also incredibly good-looking. But he looked relaxed and walked slowly, as if he was strolling in his own backyard.

Pei Ya's eyes rolled around. The one in front was not easy to deal with, but the one behind him, even if he kicked him, it was because he was caught off guard.

He jumped up quickly and ran backwards.

This time he must find a gap and squeeze past him. As long as he escapes and leaves this alley, who can catch him?

Yan Xining laughed angrily.

He picks on the weak and only takes advantage of them. It seems that she is a weakling in that man's eyes.

Then why are you being so polite? Just kick me again!

Pei Ya felt that he was just a little bit short.

Thinking of the huge sum of money in his arms, he was determined to give it another try no matter what.

So, he stood up again, changed his angle, and rushed towards Yan Xining like an arrow.

Yan Xining kicked decisively!

After being kicked back four times, Pei Ya finally realized that this young man who looked leisurely and had no killing power was not someone to be trifled with.

Looking at the two people getting closer and closer, he was enveloped by oppressive and inescapable fear. He swallowed and tried hard to suppress the horror in his heart.

Others may not be able to see it, they only see him trying to escape again and again and being kicked back again and again, but only he himself knows that he has used almost all his strength in the past few times, and with his lightness skills and those tricky angles, it is not easy to kick back so accurately, so the young man in front of him is actually a master.

He is desperate!

But he still held his chest tightly, shouting fearlessly: "I don't have any money, but I have my life!"

Yan Xining was speechless. It was the first time she had seen someone who valued money over his life. Or did he think his life was safe and would not be lost?

The young man in black stepped forward and picked him up like a chicken. With a flick of his finger, his clothes ripped on his chest and money bags fell to the ground like rain. There were more than twenty of them.

The young man in black took the black one embroidered with an eagle head from the purses, weighed it to make sure the things inside were still there, put it away, glanced at Yan Xining, and turned away.

Pei Ya's wailing could be heard from behind: "My gold, my gold..."

Yan Xining also saw her bamboo purse and picked it up. The silver and banknotes were still there.

There were more than twenty left. Yan Xining looked at him with a bit of coldness in his eyes: "Have you ever thought that the purse you stole might be someone else's life-saving money!"

"What do you know? I only steal money from rich people. I don't steal from those poor people who have no money!" Pei Ya felt like two big pieces of his heart were dug out.

His gold and his banknotes are all gone, all gone!

He said fiercely: "Do you think I am like you, rich but without humanity?"

Yan Xining: “……!!”

"You stole someone's wallet, and you think you're right, right? I deserve to be stolen just because I have money. Is it inhumane to take back my own money?"

Pei Ya tilted his head to the side: "Hmph!"

Yan Xining took the twenty or so purses and said, "I wanted to leave some for you. Since you are so righteous, it is only natural for me to take it!"

Pei Ya was anxious and rushed over to hug his thighs: "You can't be so inhumane, I stole all those things with my own ability, why do you take them all?"

"Because I caught you with my own ability!" Yan Xi would rather not give in. She stretched out her legs and shook Pei Ya, who was just clinging to the corner of her clothes, and made him fall flat on the ground.

Then he turned around leisurely and left the alley.

Pei Ya's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, "Little white face, Master Rabbit, don't let me meet you again. Otherwise, I will steal from you every time I see you, and I won't be named Pei until I steal you to the point of bankruptcy!"

It’s so unlucky that I met these two tough guys today.

Pei Ya was so upset after his harsh words that he felt like crying. The five hundred taels he had earned were gone, and even his clothes were torn to shreds. He had been hit more than a dozen times, his buttocks were broken into eight pieces, and he even walked with a limp. Who had he offended?

Yan Xining threw the purses into the broken bowls of several beggars without leaving any trace.

The black-robed man had a pair of sharp eyes and a reserved aura. Although the two had only met once, it was easy to tell that the man was unfathomable.

It seems that this capital city is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

After returning to Prince An's Mansion, Yan Xining sent letters to the three shops, asking the shopkeepers to bring the account books to Prince An's Mansion for reconciliation!

The next day, when the three shopkeepers came with the account books, Yan Xining looked at the accounts and was so angry that he laughed.