Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

"Stop! You step on the horse and stop for me!!"

An angry shout cut through the bustle of the long street, Xu Ziying tried his best to chase the thin figure in front of him, running desperately.

People coming and going on the street were all obstructed, he either tripped or pushed people away, but he couldn't care less, what was stolen was his storage purse, all his belongings.

He didn't care about Du Yi, even though he was limping and couldn't keep up, he ran and ran, staring at the nimble figure in front of him.

In order for people to stop, he ignored everything and shouted at the top of his voice.

"I am! I'm the one who hates Rong Fei! Marquis of Yantai! General! Hey bastard, did you hear me!!" This mouth made him eat a mouthful of sand.

The power of money made him feel windy under his feet, and he actually chased him all the way, but his current body was not able to resist, and his hair was messed up even after throwing away the cloak. Blocked.

But to be precise, the man himself got into it.

Xu Ziying was so tired that he was leaning against the wall, panting and said: "You, if you have the guts, you run again? ... Cough cough cough, hurry up, return the purse to me, cough cough..."

His feet were numb from running, and he walked into the alley with one hand on his back. The alley was dark and cramped. When he got closer, he realized that the person was actually a child.

Xu Ziying was stunned for a moment, threw the stick he picked up at the entrance of the alley, and said in a stern tone: "Children don't learn to steal well? I used to be so poor that I never thought of going to rob!"

The child looked like a little beggar, his face was so messed up that he couldn't see his face. He took two steps back and tore open the brown paper bag.

The child was obviously dumbfounded when he saw that there were leftover mutton bone sticks inside.

Xu Ziying coughed: "See clearly, there is no valuable thing, let me tell you, that purse, it's a gift from a friend of mine who passed away, it's just um... It's a souvenir, not worth much."

Xu Ziying almost couldn't make it up by himself, and thought of reasoning with a child, so he walked over and wanted to grab the child's hand.

Unexpectedly, the child dodged flexibly, and a bright object appeared in his hand.

Xu Ziying's pupils shrank, it was a knife!

This time it was him who hid back, and it was also his fault that he relaxed his vigilance when he found out that it was a child. Children are not serious, and if they are cornered in a hurry, the knife in their hand really doesn't have eyes.

"Child, put down the knife and speak up if you have something to say."

But he really couldn't reason with the child, he retreated to the corner and was on guard, thinking that the child still didn't run away, probably because he saw him and Du Yi coming out of the restaurant and thought he still had money on him.

He really wanted to say that Rong Fei was tired of paying for the food, so he wanted to find him, and he promised to take the child there.

The child couldn't tell his age, but he stretched out his hand dexterously, and rushed towards Xu Ziying with the handle of the knife in his hand. Xu Ziying dodged in danger, and wanted to take advantage of this to run to the crowded place at the entrance of the alley, but he didn't want to trip over the abandoned bamboo in the alley. Basket pile.

He threw himself on it, and the dust flew up immediately, and he squinted his eyes.

"Cough cough cough..."

The familiar headache struck again, and Xu Ziying was in a trance for a moment. He rolled out of the bamboo baskets, barely opened his eyes, and saw the cold dagger getting closer.

At this moment, a pair of hands pulled Xu Ziying, Xu Ziying staggered to his feet, looked up and saw that it was Rong Fei.

Xu Ziying hid behind him, put his hands on his shoulders, and said in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Rong Fei tired of protecting him, and his tone was softer: "Where does Yingying want me to be?"

Without time to say more, Xu Ziying looked at the child's aggressive posture as if he was about to attack.

Because of Xu Ziying's presence, Rong Fei took him to hide for a while, and then quickly snatched the knife from the child's hand.

Xu Ziying heaved a sigh of relief, patted Rong Fei's tired shoulder, and said angrily, "My purse is in his hands, this brat stole my money, he must be educated..."

But before he finished speaking, Rong Fei's figure froze, raised his dagger and flew out. He watched helplessly as the dagger pierced into the child's chest, then fell to the ground and remained motionless.

But Rong Fei looked indifferent, walked over and took out the purse from the child's hand, until it was handed to Xu Ziying's hand, Xu Ziying's hand was still stiff.

Rong Fei touched his shoulder with his hands, and he couldn't help but straighten his body. After a while, he forced himself to speak: "You killed him? That's just a child."

"Child?" Rong Fei turned his head and looked at him nonchalantly, comforting him: "This is no one, this is a puppet."

Xu Ziying's head hurt even more, and his expression couldn't be changed, and he became a little strange: "Puppet? What is a puppet?"

Rong Fei patiently explained to him: "It's a kind of humanoid puppet, which can be manipulated to do things for its master. You see, Yingying."

Speaking of which, Rong Feiyan helped him to look closer: "Look at the wound where the dagger is pierced, there is no blood."

He also fiddled with the puppet child's body twice with his feet, muttering in his mouth: "It seems that it is still a high-grade puppet. It will take at least a year to refine it, but it has no self-awareness and can only accept specific instructions. but......"

His eyes darkened, and he whispered: "But it shouldn't be here."

Xu Ziying also looked over tentatively. The child's appearance was no doubt ordinary, but there was indeed no blood flowing from the wound.

He said: "That's too bad, if someone uses the puppet to do particularly bad things, I'm afraid there will be chaos."

Rong Feiyan took him out of the alley, and his people were guarding outside: "Don't worry about this matter, if you want to do evil, you must refine the highest-grade puppets. The damage is also enormous."

"Besides, although they don't bleed, the highest-grade puppets are no different from ordinary people. They all have a sense of autonomy. Whether they listen to the refiner's words or not is two different things."

Xu Ziying nodded slightly, and looked back at the deep alley: "How long does it take to make a puppet with its own thoughts?"

Rong Feiyan sighed lightly, and quietly said: "Ten years or eight years..."

Putting the cloak on Xu Ziying again, Rong Fei wanted to find him after finishing his work. He expected Du to go there as soon as he went back to the restaurant, but halfway he saw Du Yi limping down the street.

After explaining clearly, Rong Feiyan arrived.

Seeing Xu Ziying carefully put away the lost and recovered purse, Rong Fei stretched out his long arms, took him into his arms, and said dotingly, "Is that why Yingying likes the things I gave you so much?"

Xu Ziying laughed twice without speaking, and wanted to come out of Rong Feiyan's arms, but Rong Feiyan didn't let him move.

He whispered to him: "This is on the street."

Xu Ziying glanced at him, and said in confusion, "What happened on the street?"

Rong Fei walked forward leisurely with his arms in his arms, followed by servants, many traders knew that it was Lord Hou, and those who didn't know looked back frequently.

Rong Fei said disgustedly: "People come and go here, they are all foreign businessmen, if you lose your beloved purse again, I can't guarantee that I can get it back for you, Lord Hou."

Xu Ziying hurriedly covered her purse when she heard the words, and said awkwardly: "Then leave quickly."

Rong Fei felt relieved, and said with a smile: "Okay, hug me tighter and we'll leave."

There are floating businessmen here in Mocheng, and naturally there are local businessmen who are resident here, they are all familiar with Rong Feiyan, seeing a man in his arms, they all surrounded him.

Xu Ziying could understand a few of them, and only heard them yelling.

"Congratulations, Lord Hou, this is a wife!"

"Master Hou hasn't had a confidante for so many years, so it turns out he likes boys, no wonder."

"Early, give birth to a precious son early! Lord Hou!"

Rong Fei was tired of putting on airs in front of these simple people, and he got along well on weekdays, so he accepted it all with a smile and said, "Thank you very much, we will try to hug each other for three years."

Xu Ziying's face was buried in his arms, and she didn't dare to lift her head in shame. She stepped on him while no one was paying attention and said, "Are you still chatting? Hurry up!"

Rong Fei didn't change his face in annoyance, put on a helpless expression, and said to others: "Oh, I lost my temper, let's go."

Everyone nodded to show that they understood, and even wanted to give them something, but Rong Feiyan refused.

After finishing speaking, he led Xu Ziying away from the bustling area. Xu Ziying knew his way better. After walking for a while, he looked up at the surrounding scenery, which seemed to be not in the direction of his residence, and said, "Where are you taking me?"

Rong Fei said with a tired smile: "Of course there is something to do."

The author has something to say: I try to get them married as soon as possible, ouch, it will take a while