The owner of this stall is an ordinary old woman who has no realm, and she also sells some hand-woven small items, such as straw dragonflies, grasshoppers and the like.

When there was an old city in Hengzhou, Jiang Ke liked to go to the downtown there to play when he was a child, and he had a soft spot for this kind of hand-woven small objects.

Later, the old town was gone, and there was not much of this craft of weaving small animals, and he had not seen such a thing for a long time.

Now that it was hard to see, Meng Chuan also wanted to buy one for Jiang Ke as a gift.

It was only after talking that Meng Chuan knew that there was his own currency left in the Han Dynasty, and there was no way to buy anything here.

There was no way, Meng Chuan could only wait for Liu Jingtian to come back and borrow some money from himself.

The old woman was kind-hearted, and she didn't let Meng Chuan wait here, but directly handed him a grasshopper with exquisite workmanship, and asked him to come back to him when he had money.

Meng Chuan thanked the old woman with a smile, and took out an elixir from Ji Ding and put it in the old lady's hand, saying that it was counted as a mortgage.

This kind of elixir has a wide range of effects, and taking a whole pill can also increase some longevity, which Meng Chuan refined and prepared for Jiang Beixiang and his mother, Old Lady Chu and others.

The medicinal materials needed for this medicine are not very precious, so Meng Chuan has a lot of them, and each of them can be sold for a lot of money in the secular world, not to mention a grasshopper, even if it is enough to set up a small storefront.

Meng Chuan felt that this old woman was simple and gentle, and it didn't matter if she gave this elixir to her.

Just as he had just taken two steps and had taken a few casual glances at a small stall selling antiques next to him, he suddenly heard three earth-shattering gongs at the end of the street.

For a while, the originally lively market suddenly quieted down, and all the small merchants and hawkers and ordinary people avoided and gave way to the wide road.

Then a group of royal guards opened the way, and came from the corner of the street in a majestic manner, led by a man riding a tall horse and holding a whip in his hand.

The people all knew that there were people from the royal family passing by, and according to the rules, everyone had to kneel.

Suddenly, the people in the street hulala all knelt on the ground, bowing their heads and waiting for the royal family to leave before they could stand up.

This scene made Meng Chuan a little uncomfortable

Manchu, there are too many places in the Han Dynasty that retain the corrupt rules of ancient times, and the status of the royal family is even more transcendent.

But if you have to talk about it, all the people here can only have this corner of the place under the protection of the Han Dynasty, and it is reasonable to bow down to the royal family.

However, Meng Chuan didn't mean to kneel when he saw Emperor Han, and an inexplicable royal family passed by, of course, it was impossible for Meng Chuan to bend his waist.

Moreover, the Han Emperor himself said that Meng Chuan was not a member of the Han Dynasty, and these rules did not need to be followed.

Meng Chuan stood aside, quietly watching the people of the royal family pass by, and he was particularly eye-catching in a group of kneeling people.

A woman holding a child next to her saw Meng Chuan so unruly and kindly reminded him, but Meng Chuan smiled slightly and casually said that he didn't need to kneel here, which was promised by Emperor Han himself.

Of course, the women didn't believe that Meng Chuan had seen Emperor Han, and when they saw that he didn't kneel for a long time, they didn't listen to persuasion, for fear of causing trouble, so they moved to the side and kept a certain distance from Meng Chuan.

Sure enough, Meng Chuan was so conspicuous that he was immediately seen by the palace guards who opened the way in front.

One of the palace guards on a tall horse had a strange look on his face, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the white horse stopped.

"That untouchable over there, why don't you kneel when the royal family passes by?" the guard asked in a loud voice with a horsewhip pointing at Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan thought for a while and replied, "I'm not from the Han Dynasty, so I don't need to kneel." ”

The guard sneered, shook the horsewhip in his hand, and looked like he was about to do it: "Aren't you from the Han Dynasty?"

"The whole world is not the king's land, and the people in this small world are all people from the Han Dynasty, and no one can disobey the rules. ”

"If you don't kneel, you are disrespectful to the royal family, just a pariah, do you need me to teach you what the rules are?"

After speaking, the guard raised the horsewhip in his hand and whipped it towards Meng Chuan's cheek.

This guard is a grandmaster, and he knows some spells, ordinary civilians have no power to fight back in his hands, he can kill as much as he wants.

And that's what the palace guards usually do, the people outside the imperial city are inferior in status, even if they kill someone, they can only blame the other party for being unlucky.

With the infusion of aura, the whip in the guard's hand skyrocketed several times in mid-air, explosive

The power was about to blossom on Meng Chuan's face.

However, Meng Chuan's brows furrowed slightly, and he gently stretched out his left hand, and two fingers clamped the end of the whip very precisely.

The whip that could have smashed the boulder to pieces was so quietly calmed down without making any waves.

"You!" the guard was startled and threw his wrist back, trying to retract the whip.

It's just that even if the whip was pulled by him to make a creaking sound, Meng Chuan's two fingers never moved.

The people next to him were all surprised, because it was the first time that the civilians who dared to do anything with the palace guards had seen them.

There is no doubt that this young man is about to fall into bad luck.

"You pariah, let go of me, are you going to rebel!" shouted the palace guards in frustration.

The other guards who followed him here to open the way also picked up the spears in their hands and rushed over to surround Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan still didn't let go of the whip in his hand, there was no expression on his face, and although there was no anger in his tone, the words he said made people feel cold in their backs.

"Rebellion? I'm not from your Han Dynasty, so why do you come up with the word rebellion?"

"It's just that I didn't kneel, and if you want to be reasonable, I can tell you why I don't have to kneel here. ”

"But it's really embarrassing for me that you're going to do it if you don't agree with each other, does my temper seem so good?"

"To tell the truth, if this is not the territory of the Han Dynasty, I want to give Emperor Han and Liu Jingtian a few thin noodles, just now at the moment when you made a move, I had already killed them. ”

"Those who know me well in the outside world know that when I get angry, it's a serious situation. ”

A drop of cold sweat involuntarily dripped from the forehead of the palace guard who was the leader, but he thought about it, why should he be afraid?

This is the Han Dynasty, no matter what the origin of this person is, even if it is a dragon here, he must be obediently coiled.

He is a palace guard, he is a member of the royal family, and the other party is just a civilian, and if he touches himself, it will be a capital crime.

"Stinky boy, I think you're looking for death!" Thinking of this, the palace guard gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Everyone listen, this person intends to rebel and kill him on the street!"