Bloody Kyoto

Three days later, in the afternoon, a large group of people rode into the city, and the four city gates were closed, with no one allowed to enter or leave.

The people were all silent and trembling, and dared not voice their grievances.

Especially those rural people who came to the city, who originally only came to sell some of their crops, ended up being left in the city, and their families are worried sick.

Therefore, many people gathered at the four city gates, all praying to get home as soon as possible.

The garrison commander had received a strict order not to let a single one escape.

Li Nanle was also aware of the lockdown of the entire capital and felt uneasy.

Her intuition told her that this was aimed at her.

But she couldn't figure out what they were going to do.

If she doesn't know what to do, she can't prepare in advance.

Just as she was feeling troubled, an unexpected person climbed over the courtyard wall and came in.

It was Zhao Moyan, still sporting a full beard.

Just as Li Nanle was about to tell him to use the main entrance from now on, he tossed her something.

“Wear this; it can conceal your soul and fortune.”

Li Nanle reached out and caught it, and saw that it was a piece of blood jade engraved with a totem.

Before she could ask any further questions, a commotion broke out on the street, and Zhao Moyan grabbed Ah Niu who was standing nearby.

Ah Niu: "..."

"This kid isn't fit to stay here right now, so I'll take him with me. Just keep that jade pendant close to your body and be prepared to face whoever comes to visit."

After saying that, he led Ah Niu over the wall and left.

From beginning to end, Li Nanle didn't have a chance to ask or say a single word.

"Bang bang bang!"

A knock came at the door. Remembering Zhao Moyan's words, Li Nanle put on the jade pendant and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, two guards rushed in, followed by a young man and a hunchbacked old man.

Li Nanle recognized the old man; he was the old man who set up a stall at the entrance of the alley.

As soon as the two guards entered, they asked the old man, "How many people work in this steamed bun shop?"

The old man shrank back, looking terrified. He had been running his stall perfectly fine, but all because he boasted that there was no one or nothing in this place he didn't know, he was gone.

As a result, they were arrested and brought in for identification.

"Your Excellency, this steamed bun shop only has one young waiter and this man in front of you."

Ah Niu never showed himself in public, so the old man was unaware that there was another person there.

The guard looked at Li Nanle and said, "Bring out your young waiter."

"Our steamed bun shop closes early; the young man has already gone home."

The guard looked at the old man, who nodded repeatedly. "She wasn't lying. Her steamed bun shop is very popular; she closes before noon every day."

The young man was a thirteen-year-old boy named Zhou Xiaowu who lived in Ginkgo Lane; many people knew him.

The young man had been sizing up Li Nanle ever since he entered. After the guard finished asking his question, he looked at him, waiting for his instructions.

"Let's go to the next one!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, the guard immediately pulled the old man ahead of him, heading towards the coffin shop next door.

Li Nanle thought for a moment and followed him out, standing at the shop entrance watching the coffin shop owner being questioned and scrutinized.

After sizing up the coffin shop owner, the young man remarked, "The shopkeeper has accumulated quite a bit of good karma."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper beamed with pride and boasted, "Of course! My coffin shop may be small, but all the wood we use is genuine. We never cheat people out of their money."

After saying that, he didn't forget to recommend to the young man, "Sir, if anyone in your family needs it, given how perceptive you are, I'll only charge you the cost price, and I guarantee I won't make a single extra penny from you."

The young man did not respond, but simply said to the guard, "Next."

Seeing this, Li Nanle knew that the young man had come to have his fortune told.

As she rubbed the blood-red jade in her purse with her fingers, she felt it necessary to thank the bearded man.

The capital was locked down for several days, and many people who wanted to go home or find their families gathered at the city gates and outside the city.

In addition, most of them are merchants.

Meanwhile, a group of people from Huaihua Lane who were searching for the location of Liu Zihe's family were also blocked outside the city.

At first, everyone was worried, but after the city guards explained, the people gradually calmed down.

The people who are most anxious are probably the businessmen.

Because many people were trapped in the capital, Li Nanle's steamed bun shop business became increasingly prosperous.

After all, for the poor, a steamed bun is enough to keep them from going hungry all day; there is no cheaper food than that.

Many people asked her to prepare more each day.

Seeing that the old farmers had little money, Li Nanle took pity on them and prepared ten times more steamed buns and mantou every day than before.

This made Friday extremely happy; she felt she finally had a chance to use her skills.

Once the whole pot was steamed, it was immediately taken down. Then it was put back into steaming. Because we were short-handed, I specially brought my neighbor's younger sister to help on Friday.

My neighbor's little sister is ten years old. She usually cooks and tends the fire at home and is very skilled at adding firewood and starting a fire.

Li Nanle was still very free. Every day, besides going into her space to prepare fillings and make buns, she would just exhaust her superpowers.

She didn't go hunting during the many days of lockdown, partly because she had reservations.

After all, so many metaphysicians have come to the city.

Jingzhao Prefecture

Zhao Rongyuan sat to the side, watching the Han family patriarch who was examining a map, and sighed inwardly, "When one's abilities reach a certain level, one can truly remain young forever."

Although Old Master Han's hair was white, his appearance was no different from that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

A person walked in from outside and reported to Ancestor Han, "Ancestor, the search of Qingyun Street has been completed, and no otherworldly people have been found."

Han Yueze picked up a pen and drew an X on the location of Qingyun Street on the map. Without looking up, he ordered, "Continue the investigation!"

"Yes, Ancestor!" The visitor bowed respectfully and withdrew.

Zhao Rongyuan chuckled inwardly, "Go ahead and search."

The totem, imprinted with the young master's blood, conceals her identity. Unless Patriarch Han personally examines her face, none of the Han family members will be able to find her.