Bai Feng was still in a daze when he was pulled out by the little bun, obviously not waking up, "Wipe your saliva." Yan Qing pointed at the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, Bai Feng immediately sobered up, and hurriedly wiped the corners of his mouth, hey, it was obviously dry......

He was actually joked about by Yan Qing......

was actually joked about by Yan Qing......

was joked about by Yan Qing......

Yan Qing joked......

Just kidding......

Well, he must have not woken up!

Yan Qing ignored him anymore, raised his feet and walked downstairs, Xiao Baozi hurriedly followed, and did not wave his hand to signal Bai Feng to follow.

When Yan Qing went downstairs, Wen Xiang and the others almost filled the lobby, and when they saw Yan Qing coming down, Wen Xiang waved and greeted: "Miss, this way."

Yan Qing walked over with Bai Feng and the others, and she was not very polite: "Young Master Wen."

"Don't call me any Wen Gongzi, if you don't dislike it, just call me Brother Wen." Wen Xiang said with a smile.

"Brother Wen, Brother Lin." Yan Qing hesitated slightly, and said softly: "Don't call me Miss anymore, my surname is Yan." Miss or something...... It's too ambiguous, or not!

"It turned out to be Miss Yan." Lin Xiao beckoned to Xiao Er, and ordered a few dishes for Yan Qing and the others.

"Sister, I'm going to eat that." The bun is so short that only one head sticks out of the table when he sits on the bench.

"What does the little brother want to eat?" Wen Xiang reached out to touch Xiao Baozi's head, but was dodged by Xiao Baozi, but he was not annoyed and still smiled.

"I'm going to eat spring rolls and beef meatballs." Xiao Baozi pouted, staring at the beef meatballs far away from him.

Wen Xiang took the balls, and the little bun shook in front of him: "Call brother, I'll give it to you."

The little bun was very hard, turned around and pointed at Wen Xiang with his buttocks, and then looked at Yan Qing with tears in his eyes, Wen Xiang was a little embarrassed, Yan Qing came over with spring rolls and beef meatballs, and said, "This little guy's temper is like this, Brother Wen don't mind."

"Hehe, nothing minds, very cute little guy." Yan Qing gave the steps, and Wen Xiang naturally went down the steps.

After eating, Wen Xiang invited Yan Qing and others to watch the night scene of the border market, Yan Qing was not going to go, but Wen Xiang's enthusiasm and the curiosity of the little bun could not be consumed, so he agreed.

Wen Xiang's group has sixty or seventy people, all of whom are men in the prime of life, and normal men have normal needs, so more than fifty people left the inn together, but they all acted separately.

Wen Xiang, Lin Xiao, Yan Qing, Bai Feng, and a small bun went to the night market.

You don't have to expect this kind of border city to have a bustling night market, but the border night market has a unique flavor compared to those cities in Kyoto, and it is not boring.

On both sides of the road, you can still see sturdy men fighting bravely, and the border folk customs are so fierce that there are disputes? It doesn't matter, what to discuss, go straight to the fist! Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss!

"From here further on, there is the Broken Cloud Pass, and the Broken Cloud Pass is the place where the most wars, so the folk customs here are much stronger than those in other places, plus some deserter veterans who have been on the battlefield, or those who have committed crimes, as well as the bandits wanted criminals who are in exile here, form horse bandits, and rob passing caravans, so the owner of the goods will hire escorts such as dart bureaus." Wen Xiang explained to Yan Qing as he walked.

"You're also a dart game?" Bai Feng asked curiously.

"Sort of." Wen Xiang said vaguely: "This kind of thing is only done occasionally, and it is only done for a few fixed owners."

Hearing him say this, Bai Feng shut up and stopped asking.

After walking not far away, suddenly a child lowered his head and ran straight towards Yan Qing, when he saw that he was about to hit Yan Qing, Yan Qing walked slightly sideways, released his internal force, and gently supported the child, the child passed by Yan Qing, and he didn't stop talking, turned into the dark corner and disappeared.

"These children are thieves who have been trained since childhood, and they specialize in picking outsiders to start, and they generally have local shili behind them, generally speaking, even if we know that they are thieves, we will let them steal a little bit, which is called toll money in the local area, and it can also be called filial piety." Wen Xiang frowned, several of them were dressed well, and eighty percent of them were treated as fat sheep.

"Toll money?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows: "What if you don't give it?"

"If it's hard stubble, if you don't give it to them, you won't say anything, if it's easy to bully......" Wen Xiang didn't say it, but Yan Qing understood.

After getting an explanation, Yan Qing continued to move forward, whether she was a hard stubble or a hard knife, and only those who dared to bump into it would know.

In the dark corner, a ruffian was punching and kicking a thin child, and his intuition told him that the group of good-looking men and women were not soft persimmons to bully, and he was not a big shili who covered the sky with one hand, so his anger could only be sent on the pickpockets under his hands.

"Phew, you little bastard, I raised you for nothing, you can't steal anything!" The ruffian kicked the child in the face, and the child looked to be five or six years old, wearing a patched and patched shabby clothes, but it was very neat, but now it was covered with dust and blood, and red blood kept coming out of his nose and mouth, staining every inch of the land.

The ruffian was kicking up, but suddenly he didn't move, the child struggled to look out from the gap between the exposed hands protecting his head, only to see a head rolling down at his feet, and there was a trace of hideousness in his eyes, the child shrank in fright, a pair of crescent-white embroidered shoes slowly paced in front of him, he was a little bolder, and quietly glanced through his fingers.

At just one glance, the child was stunned, what a beautiful fairy sister!

Many years later, the child can no longer remember the night when he first saw his benefactor, what kind of moonlight, what kind of night scene, but he can clearly remember the cinnabar-like tears in the corners of his benefactor's eyes, and the benefactor stretched out his hand and said to him: "Would you like to go with me?"