Beautiful lady, why not follow the thief

It's raining again in Luocheng.

On Suzaku Street, Yan Heng stood alone in the rain, wearing a veiled cap and white clothes.

Yesterday, he single-handedly led the bloodshed that shook Luocheng, which added a lot of color to his reputation as a devil.

Now half of the people in Luocheng want to kill him, but he is standing on the street openly.

The pedestrian's comments were mixed with the sound of the pattering rain, reaching his ears.

"The twelfth floor is really getting more and more arrogant..."

"That's right, those righteous people can only verbal criticism, they are useless than scholars, even the imperial court can't do anything about the evildoers on the twelfth floor... Then Yan Heng's wolf ambition, I'm afraid he wants to dominate the martial arts world?"

"It's not that easy! But now, he is really in full swing. But I heard..."

"Shhh! Don't say it, don't say it..."

"Hey! Let's go, there are a few bandits over there!"

Is it in full swing?

Yan Heng lifted the white gauze hanging down from the veiled hat, stretched out his hand cautiously, caught a few drops of rainwater, and stared at his palm in a daze.

Suddenly someone hit him hard from behind, and when he staggered, he instantly snatched the veil from his head.

It is nothing new to rob people's supplies in broad daylight in the city.Seeing Yan Heng's weakness, the gangster casually snatched away his rain shield. Yan Heng turned around in a daze, the soft white gauze swept across his black hair, and flew away with the wind like butterfly wings, revealing a dazed and innocent face. The hat-snatcher looked back and whistled shamelessly, thinking that the overly delicate features came from someone's girl.

Yan Heng stood on the spot and blinked, his complexion was sickly pale, he didn't know whether it was from the cold or from annoyance, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and suddenly he covered his lips and coughed violently.

When he lowered his head, he realized that there was a beggar sitting crookedly beside his feet.

The beggar took up a dry place to avoid the rain, as if he had seen the scene just now, but his eyelashes drooped indifferently, and he didn't even intend to make room for Yan Heng to shelter from the rain together.

"Hello." Yan Heng called him in a hoarse voice, but he was ignored.

"Hey, you." Yan Heng coughed a few more times, frowned and said to the little beggar, "I'll give you the money, and you help me get the things back."

This time the beggar finally made a move, he raised his chin slightly, and squinted at Yan Heng from below, as if he was estimating an object: "How much is it."

That voice was actually a clear, youthful voice, but unfortunately the tone was really unpleasant.

"You chase it back first, and we'll talk about it later." Yan Heng said lightly.

The beggar smiled disdainfully: "You give the money first, and I will chase after it."

Are you kidding me when he is stupid?Yan Heng looked around a little irritatedly.

I knew that I should have shot just now, but just now he was distracted, and it was just a hat, so he snatched it as soon as he grabbed it.But he suddenly thought that after a while, he would be blamed by someone nagging, so he wanted to snatch the hat back.

never mind.Yan Heng secretly sighed.He was most afraid of getting in touch with the group of beggars in Luocheng, and would rather listen to someone's lectures.

Looking carefully, the beggar seemed to have injured his left leg, and the trousers on the inside of his thigh were torn, as if he had been stabbed with a long knife, the flesh was turned out, and the blood was scabbed.

It turned out that he couldn't be a hero at all, so he really wanted to take his money and leave, right?

I don't know if it's because of the angle, but the bridge of the beggar's nose is high, and the cheeks are sharp and angular. Sitting there quietly, he still has a bit of a heroic temperament. The simple and unsophisticated iron sword, even if it is held in the hand to pretend, it can still look decent.

Maybe it was from some corpse for self-defense, or it was going to be pawned for money later, Yan Heng thought with some disdain.The beggars in Luocheng are mostly refugees from Tongguan after the war. They have neither ability nor bottom line.

But ah, the bridge of the nose is really pretty, Yan Heng thought again.He couldn't help but glanced secretly at the man several times.

"Young master!" In the distance, a woman in crimson clothes ran towards me holding an umbrella. Running around without looking? Tsk, where's the bamboo hat? It's good to be cold in the rain, it's really annoying, oops, you want to piss me off!"

Oops, I was scolded as expected.Yan Heng pursed his lips and lowered his head, and immediately looked obedient.

The woman took out a handkerchief and wiped Yan Heng's face, passed it to the beggar on the side of the road, and said impatiently: "Let's go, one person occupies such a large area."

That kick just hit Qi'er's injured leg, Yan Heng wanted to stop him, but seeing Qi'er looked up at them, stared at them blankly for a while, then moved away silently.He pursed his lips and said nothing.

These people are used to being arrogant on weekdays, and they deserve it if they suffer a little setback.

After a while, the rain subsided, and the beggar on the ground stood up first, walked staggeringly, and bumped into Yan Heng, [-]% on purpose.

The woman in Jiang Yi wanted to teach him a lesson, but this time Yan Heng held her back.

"Forget it, you don't know about their kind of people, let him go, let's go to Huanyulou to get the medicine soon."

The woman gave a resentful "hmm".

The two gradually drifted away in the light rain. Behind them, the beggar with a leg injury ran in the opposite direction of them. He didn't look back, but just weighed the money bag in his hand and sneered.

The white brocade bag embroidered with gold silk was heavy, and the sandalwood was mixed with a hint of medicinal fragrance, which is a prescription for nourishing qi and blood. It seems that the legendary Louzhu Yan on the twelfth floor just now is actually a sick child.

A devil who killed his father and seized the throne with his own hands, and is full of crimes, actually grows into such a harmless appearance, so weak that the homeless people approach him in the street and rob him, and even ask a beggar with a broken leg to help him?It's really interesting.

The beggar played with the string of the purse and twirled it between his fingers, and rubbed his thumb against the exquisite embroidery on the brocade bag. When he turned the corner of the street, he paused, and suddenly slipped into a teahouse.

Seeing that it was a beggar coming in, the waiter in the shop shook off the dishcloth and chased them away with a look of displeasure: "Go! Go somewhere else!"

The beggar walked around and ignored him, came to the account room, propped himself on the table casually, and snapped his fingers at the gentleman who was holding the ledger in his left hand and counting his abacus in the right.The accountant raised his eyes from a pile of numbers, saw the person coming, waved his hand to drive away the waiter.

The beggar smiled and said, "There is big news, do you want to buy it?"

The cashier's eyes lit up: "Oh?"

"For the twelfth floor of the rain, is Yan Heng Yan's whereabouts worth this amount?" Beggar gestured complacently.

However, after hearing his words, the accountant curled his lips, picked up the ledger and abacus again and fiddled with it.

"Hey, think it's expensive? You're not, do you know how many people want to buy news about Yan?"

The accountant didn't raise his head, and said lazily: "Yes, but, the news you sent was worth a thousand gold an hour ago, but now it's worth nothing."

"Oh? How to say."

The accountant raised his eyelids and made a movement of rubbing his hands.

"Tsk, power." Beggar cursed, took out a jade bracelet of excellent quality and handed it to him, "If you fart, hurry up."

The accountant picked up the jade bracelet, wiped it with his sleeve, and looked carefully at it for a while before he nodded in satisfaction, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he whispered in the beggar's ear: "Sell you cheap!" I just told you that Yan Heng didn’t even know about it. But he will soon find out—there are traitors among the five dead men on the twelfth floor, and now, we’re going to stage a coercion in the Huanyu Tower.”

"What's so cheap, everyone will know soon, right?" Beggar rolled his eyes and sneered, "Those who can rebel are also called dead soldiers? It's really strange, are dead soldiers so cheap these days."

"Three of the five dead men used to be Yan Heng's father, and he could kill Yan Heng's own father, so why is it so strange for dead men to rebel?" The accountant shrugged.

The beggar tapped the table rhythmically with his knuckles, and murmured softly: "This is a good show. The little sick man has only been in the position of the landlord for less than a day, and he is about to be done by//. Haha, You can't be mad."

"What kind of sick boy? What are you talking about? You mean Yan Heng is going to lose?" The accountant pushed the diorama hanging on the bridge of his nose, "No, why can't I understand, you have a grudge against Yan Heng ? You seem to be expecting him to be unlucky? Let me tell you, it's not certain who will be unlucky."

"No, no, no." Beggar shook his index finger, "It's not an expectation, it's just a judgment. I judge that he's going to be unlucky, haha. Hmm..." He thought for a while, and then added, "I seem to be looking forward to it too? Who made him look like he deserved a beating."

"Judging a ghost, come to bet?" The accountant sneered at him, and muttered: "No wonder you rushed to sell the news today. When did you get the good stuff so diligently? Tell me, what's wrong with him?" is you?"

What's the matter?What can that sick man do to him, who can do to him?

But this question really made the beggar think about it for a long time, and he was still thinking about it until he left the teahouse.

Is it Yan Heng's look of seeing defeat?He has seen that look a lot too, the high-ranking officials and nobles in Luocheng, whoever thinks they don't look like that.Then Yan Heng really didn't do anything else.Qi'er didn't figure out why, so he simply attributed it to being in a bad mood, and put the problem behind him.

In fact, he might have figured it out, it was because of the gap.

Such a good-looking person, I want to give him a good smile when I see him.How nice it is to stand quietly, if you insist on looking at him, you still have that look in your eyes.The smile he had been brewing for a long time suddenly disappeared.

It's no good to be angry about something.

The beggar walked out of the teahouse for a dozen steps, then stopped suddenly, turned around and hurried back to the cashier's cabinet.

"You just said, bet, right? You bet, tell me, what are you betting on?"

At this time, Huanyu Tower.

After Yan Heng came in, he sat in the hall drinking tea, and the woman in crimson clothes followed the shopkeeper into the back room to get the medicine herself.

Huanyulou belongs to the twelfth floor, and it is located in the center of Luocheng. The signboard to the outside can't really say "Huanyulou", but runs a small pharmacy. Few people know who the real master behind it is. Otherwise, he would be harassed by the group of Cangya disciples who claimed to be righteous in martial arts all day long, and he would never have peace.

One of the advantages of opening a store in such a mixed area is that it is well-informed.Yan Heng sat here for less than a breath, and he had already heard people talking about the major events that happened recently.

It would be a little more enjoyable to listen to if one of the protagonists is not always himself.Besides, there was nothing new about it, it was just bad things about him.

Yan Heng listened casually, fiddling with the teacup in boredom. After a long time, he finally couldn't help turning his head and talking to a very angry uncle beside him: "Then Yan Heng, is it really as mad as you say?"

What responded to him was the sudden panic and yelling of the crowd.

"Hurry, run! The people from the twelfth floor are here!"

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