Chapter 32: The Return of the King (Part II)

Guan Yiyi looked at the beggar who retreated to the side inexplicably, originally she wouldn't have bothered about this copper plate, but at that time, she and Zong Jiming didn't have a clue which way to go, and he just happened to come out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Stop, what's your name? Where did the fight come from? ā€

The two sharp spears crossed in front of Guan Yiyi, and Guan Yiyi was so frightened that he took a step back and stepped on Zong Jiming's instep.

"Trouble the two big brothers to make it convenient, go out with the inner son to run errands, pass through Guicheng, and ask the two big brothers to let us in."

Holding Guan Yi one by one, Zong Jiming didn't look at the extra footprints on the instep, stepped forward, and said politely to the soldiers who stopped them.

When he saw the two big characters on the wall of Qinzhou at first glance, Zong Jiming felt that their luck was good, and followed a beggar to the main city of Tianchuan Kingdom, and he also heard a little about the rules of Qinzhou, smiled and untied the purse around his waist and handed it to one of the soldiers.

Tossing the weight of the purse, the two soldiers glanced at each other, put away the spears in their hands, and let the two enter the city.

"Ahh

"Stinky beggar, what's the noise, hurry up and get out of me."

Turning around, the two of them saw the beggar who had robbed them of their money being kicked to the ground, clutching his stomach, his messy hair unable to hide the tears in his eyes.

The man didn't flick when he had tears, thinking that he was in a hurry, "Brother Poor, can you make it convenient and let that person come in." ā€

Zong Jiming walked up to the beggar, smelled the sour smell, and covered his nose and asked.

"No, he's so dirty, if he touches the dignitaries and nobles in the city, then will our brother still have a way to live?"

Su Ming, the lord of Tianchuan Country, hated dirty things the most in his life, so every corner of the main city of Qinzhou was clean, if this beggar was allowed to enter the city, and then those high-ranking officials in the city would see it, they would have to go home with their burdens.

"No, no, I'll wash him as soon as I enter the city."

took out a hundred taels of silver tickets from his arms, and Zong Jiming handed them to the officers and soldiers guarding the city with a reluctant face, and scolded the lord of Tianchuan Country in his heart more than once for being greedy for money.

Finally entered the city, Zong Jiming escorted the beggar to the inn, and after instructing Xiao Er on some matters, he entered the guest room.

Closing the door, Zong Jiming leaned against the door with his hands on his chest, looking at the beggar standing within two feet of him.

"Run, why don't you run, oh, there's a window over there, you have such a great ability, you have the ability to jump off the window."

Zong Jiming's tone was a little bad, he kindly spent a lot of money to take the beggar into the city, who knew that the beggar just stepped into the city gate, he ran away in front of them, just promised that the officers and soldiers would take care of the good people Zong Jiming watched the beggar run away, and arrested the beggar when he mentioned light work.

"Huh, what? Scared? ā€

Seeing the beggar standing by the window, who didn't dare to jump for a long time, Zong Jiming sneered, walked to the table in the guest room, and raised his head to drink the tea that Guan Yiyi poured for him one by one.

"Woo woo woo woo ~ "

Stopping the action of wiping his mouth, and looking at the beggar who was squatting on the side of the bed and hugging in a ball, Zong Jiming was a little crying and laughing, "Hey, why are you still crying, like a girl." ā€

After saying this, Zong Jiming felt like a thorn in his back, turned his head, and saw Guan Yiyi holding the teacup tightly with his small hand and rolling his eyes at him.

"Don't cry, you see that my lady can't cry, why are you crying."

It seemed that the more he said this, the more wrong it became, Zong Jiming didn't dare to turn back again, and learned to squat down as a beggar and hug himself together.

Looking at the two big balls on the ground, Guan Yi sighed faintly, what does this beggar want to do in the city, and he still seems to be a dumb person, of course, this is all her guess, wait for him to finish grooming, or ask a doctor to come and show him.

"Ah~"

The old doctor tried to make the beggar speak, but he had not made a sound since he entered the city, and if he hadn't taught him at the city gate, Guan Yiyi would have thought that his mouth was stuck to something.

The beggar opened his mouth wide and tried to learn to speak like a doctor, but after a long time, no one heard him make a sound.

"This ...... If it wasn't congenital or poisoned, it was that he didn't want to say that this disease was not easy to treat, and that his heart disease needed heart medicine, and that the old man couldn't cure it, so he said goodbye. ā€

The doctor got up to leave, and the beggar lowered his head, his freshly washed hair still dripping with water.

"What's your name?"

The old doctor could guess some of what Guan Yiyi said, but it was the first time she saw her because she didn't want to speak and couldn't speak, and with the mentality of trying, Guan Yiyi sat opposite the beggar one by one.

"Heh......"

The beggar tilted his head and tried to say something, but he wasted so much energy that his neck was red, and he just kept breathing.

"Are you from Qinzhou?"

"Heh......"

Seeing the beggar shaking his head, Guan Yiyi became more and more curious, a person who is not from Qinzhou, looks so white and delicate, he must not have been a beggar before, could it be that he is looking for someone?

"Who are you looking for in Qinzhou?"

When he heard Guan Yiyi's question, the beggar's reaction became even more intense, and he stood up and ran to the window, pointing his finger out of the window.

"The Imperial Palace?"

Zong Jiming was also guessing the identity of the beggar, and when he saw him pointing in the direction of the palace, he asked uncertainly, "Shen Zhuangyuan?" ā€

When he heard this name again, Shen Ziqian was a little distracted, put his hands on the window, and sighed silently.

Shen Ziqian, Shen Zhuangyuan, how long has it been since you heard these three words? How many years have passed since he was sent to the Eastern Jin Dynasty to negotiate peace and was kidnapped by mountain bandits, and then stumbled and fell to Shangya?

"Shen Zhuangyuan? Is it really you? ā€

Zong Jiming's expression was a little excited, he really stepped on the iron shoes and found nowhere to go, he took Guan Yiyi to Qinzhou this time, for this person, and this person's story.

'Do you recognize me?' ’

Shen Ziqian couldn't make a sound in his mouth, so he could only speak slowly word by word, hoping that Zong Jiming could understand what he said.

"Of course I recognize that Shen Zhuangyuan became famous in one fell swoop in order to marry Princess Anle, but I have wanted to hear it for a long time."

When Shen Ziqian heard this, he laughed at himself, remembering his glorious moment, and then looking at his current self, he looked down, if this person hadn't reminded him, I am afraid that he would have forgotten his former scenery.

'Su Xuan'

This time, even Guan Yiyi saw clearly what Shen Ziqian said, Su Xuan? Is it Princess Anle?

"It was rumored that Shen Zhuangyuan met a mountain bandit on the road and died at the foot of the Qianli Cliff, after Princess An Le heard about it, she sent troops to search for seven days and seven nights in the Qianli Cliff, but only found Shen Zhuangyuan's official hat, and there was no other ......"

Looking at Zong Jiming's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, the corners of Shen Ziqian's mouth hooked up a bleak smile, "I know, she's dead." ’

In a word, Shen Ziqian said very slowly, as if he was running away from something.

patted Shen Ziqian's shoulder, his thin body had already been left with only a pair of skin and bones, and Zong Jiming's palms ached, "Then Shen Zhuangyuan is this time?" ā€

I'll come back and see her. (To be continued.) )