Han Qian naturally didn't know the danger in the palace in the early morning, he changed into the tattered clothes that emitted a faint and rancid smell, and the moment he walked into the back alley, there was a subtle and strange emotion rippling in his chest.

Before, he was cautiously struggling to live, always worried that his father would be ambushed for offending Tianyan, all the time worried that the conspiracy of the Late Red Mansion would be exposed, and he would eventually be involved and wiped out, always worried that the Anning Palace would show its hideous and bloody fangs, tearing all the obstacles that hindered the prince's ascension to the throne to pieces, and from time to time worrying that the Late Red Mansion and the Marquis of Xinchang would notice that he had different ambitions and clean up the portal in advance.

This made him not dare to relax for a moment, and his heart was tense without the slightest relaxation, like a trapped beast stared at by a poisonous snake.

And just now in the backyard to change into this tattered clothes, Han Qian still regretted that he should have asked Zhao Ting'er to wash the clothes last night, so that he didn't have to endure the stench, but the moment he stepped into the back alley, Han Qian seemed to be completely integrated into the new identity, as if he had really become a beggar who had nothing in this world and didn't care about what he lost.

Suddenly, everything that weighed on his heart these days, and everything that was about to make him breathless, disappeared completely, and there was even a feeling of giving up everything to control everything.

Han Qian looked up at the narrow blue sky squeezed out of the high and steep courtyard walls on both sides, clear and blue, the courtyard walls were mostly rammed with clay, covered with thatch or a layer of eaves tiles to prevent rain from washing, some walls were seriously cracked, and a puff of wild grass or three or five cauliflower plants stubbornly grew out of the cracks.

There was a light rain last night, and the lanes were a little muddy, although it was only early May, and the sound of frogs in a hidden ditch could be faintly heard, and the roosters and dogs barking in the houses on both sides were one after another, and they did not stop.

This is the vitality of the streets and alleys in the morning.

Although Han Qian has been in and out for the past year, and has secretly acquired several houses in the nearby alleys so that he can hide temporarily after the incident, he has not really calmed down and felt the real atmosphere of the streets and alleys of this market.

Is that what role-playing is all about?

"Young master, this dress is too smelly, do we really want to wear this dress to the wedding banquet of the third prince? What if I get beaten out by the guards? Zhao Ting'er pinched her nose and walked out, she got used to it in the yard for a while before she endured the rancid smell on her body, and didn't spit it out directly, but she had an indescribable reluctance in her heart.

"You don't think that's funny." Han Qian laughed and pulled Zhao Ting'er towards the alley.

The alleys are still deserted, but there are already many shops open on the streets, and early risers gather from the cobweb-like alleys, and there are many beggars who don't know where to come out to beg for food.

However, many beggars would look at Han Qian and Zhao Ting in surprise when they saw them.

"Is the flaw in us so obvious that people can see it?" Zhao Ting'er asked in confusion.

"That's the flaw in you, it's too obvious!" Han Qian pulled Zhao Ting'er and walked to a puddle and asked her to see herself in the water.

Zhao Ting'er is a girl who loves beauty in the end, even under Han Qian's training, she initially mastered makeup, and in the process of trying to make rouge with Han Qian, she made yellow rouge, trying to use gum, pine resin, beeswax and lead powder to make a soft wax with a texture close to the skin and can be used for yellow and red rouge for coloring, which can cover the original face, and today even adds a little charcoal ash to cover the complexion darkly, but how to look between the eyebrows and eyes of this girl, there is still a handsome that cannot be hidden.

And how can a person who has no fixed place to live and is hungry have hair as neat and shiny as her?

“……”

Seeing Han Qian take out a handful of fishy sludge from the puddle, mixed with soft wax and charcoal ash, and was about to wipe it on his hair, Zhao Ting'er stared at Han Qian pitifully.

"Don't pretend to be pathetic, or you stay in the house and don't go out with me." Han Qian threatened ruthlessly.

"Then come on, young master." Zhao Ting'er ruthlessly closed her deep and seductive eyes.

Han Qian had to admit that this Nizi was getting more and more seductive, holding up her chin with a smile, smearing the mud on her head and face, and smearing the snow-white and delicate neck in her collar and the pink carved arms in the sleeve tube, so that she really looked like a dirty teenager.

And Zhao Ting'er's figure looks very thin, so that's fine; In order to make himself look sick, Han Qian needs to use gum to raise his cheekbones, and apply foundation on his face with yellow fat lead powder with gradient color, so that his cheeks appear deep, the whole process is very cumbersome, but it also makes Han Qian seem to change a person.

Han Qian was not in a hurry to take Zhao Ting'er to Linjiang Hou's Mansion to squat, but found a remote corner at the mouth of the alley to sit on the ground, and observed with Zhao Ting'er what kind of state those who really begged for a living, but continued to adjust their makeup and demeanor, and at noon the two took out the black steamed bun from their arms, tore it off and stuffed it in their mouths, and then each picked up a broken pottery bowl and a broken bamboo pole, and walked towards Fengxiang Street with their bodies on their backs.

"It's so lively, isn't it that everyone in the small half of the city has come to see the excitement?" Before he walked to Fengxiang Street, where the Linjiang Marquis Mansion was located, Zhao Ting'er was frightened by the crowded crowd, and said with emotion, I didn't expect that the wedding of the third prince today would attract so many people to come and watch.

"Royal weddings, but you may not be able to see such a lively scene for several years," Han Qian said with a smile, "What's more, in order to add to the fun, the Marquis of Xinchang Mansion and the Marquis Mansion of Linjiang have also invited several teams to come to the city and perform a hundred operas on the street." ”

Han Qian took Zhao Ting'er's little hand and squeezed into the crowd, and saw that on Fengxiang Street, in addition to watching the lively crowd, there were also vendors who counted fortunes and read physiognomy, diagnosed diseases and sold medicines, wrote letters and sold department stores, which squeezed Fengxiang Street even more boiling than the East Market.

The Linjiang Marquis Mansion saw that the patrol was understaffed, so they had to send more than 100 guards out to maintain order.

"Young master, you see that the big black has also entered the city!" Zhao Ting'er also realized the beauty of role-playing at this time, and no longer felt that the smell was filthy and unbearable, but felt very interesting and excited.

Han Qian grabbed Zhao Ting'er, and the two of them found a corner and sat down, placing the begging broken pottery bowl in front of them, and secretly observed Fan Dahei bringing the first batch of spies into the city, pretending to be various identities and scattering among the crowd.

Recruiting these people did not have enough time for training, nor would they directly explain to them the purpose and purpose of the preparation of the secret Cao Zuosi, but the consequence was that these people were directly sent into the city and scattered into the streets and alleys, even if they were only required to blend in as much as possible into the streets and alleys, the vast majority of people were still confused in their hearts.

Han Qian and Zhao Ting'er were lurking in the dark, and they could clearly see that these people were a little uneasy, and they were out of place with the surrounding crowd, and only the dozen or so children of the family soldiers who were assigned to the spy room performed much better, quietly hiding among the crowd watching the excitement.

Han Qian wrote a note in code, and while Fan Dahei was not paying attention, it stuck to the heel of his shoe, and he immediately withdrew everyone and scattered to other streets and alleys.

Han Qian thought to himself, if these manpower made the Hou Mansion guard battalion detect an abnormality, and then were pulled out of the crowd one by one as a lurking assassin, it would be a big joke.

It took a while for Fan Dahei to find the note under his feet, and he looked left and right in confusion for a long time, and even saw Han Qian'er and Zhao Ting who had retreated to the foot of the outer wall seven or eight steps, but they didn't recognize it, and they didn't understand where the young master was hiding, how could he stick this note to his boots?

Fan Dahei was frightened into a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to delay, so he immediately notified everyone to withdraw from Fengxiang Street.

Seeing that Fan Dahei didn't recognize himself sitting under the steps opposite Ning Xiang Building, Han Qian was also quite proud in his heart, and Zhao Ting'er was even more happy, pretending to be sick, lying in Han Qian's arms and laughing, and whispered: "Young master, how stupid you said Fan Dahei was, he didn't even recognize the two of us!" ”

"If he can see the flaws in this idiot, then I'm not a fool?" Han Qian smiled proudly.

"If you can do this with the young master all day long, it will be happy." Zhao Ting'er propped herself up, sat down half next to Han Qian, and couldn't help but sigh.

Han Qian glanced at Zhao Ting'er, saw Zhao Ting'er sticking out his tongue embarrassedly, probably realizing that his words were a bit overstepping and bold, he smiled slightly, and couldn't help but think in his heart, if there were no troubles, it would not be a bad thing to be able to take Zhao Ting'er to live in seclusion in the mountains.

Han Qian and Zhao Ting'er continued to lurk in the corner that others couldn't notice, looking at the crowded crowd in front of them.

Maybe it was the change in the perspective of observing the crowd, or maybe it was the spies lurking in other forces, and they didn't think of deliberately hiding anything in front of the two inconspicuous beggars, Han Qian could still easily see that there were many people in the crowd who were watching the bustle.

In order to prevent assassins, there may be spies hiding in the shadows in the Xinchang Marquis Mansion and the Late Red Mansion, Han Qian can understand this, but the spies hidden in the crowd are obviously not all from the same family.

The third prince Yang Yuanpu got married today, and the Anning Palace and the crown prince also sent spies to keep an eye on this side?

Or is there still spies from the Liang State and the Jin State hidden in the crowd?

In the last years of the previous dynasty, the world was divided, and in recent years, the confrontation pattern of the three kingdoms of Chu, Liang and Jin has gradually formed.

It's just that what Han Qian did everything he could to do before was not to be eaten to death by the Late Red Mansion, to gain a foothold beside the third prince Yang Yuanpu, and to prevent his father from committing a desperate crime, except for these things, Han Qian didn't care much about other things; He couldn't care either.

Maybe it's because his father's place is about to leave, and he is also officially in charge of the secretary Cao Zuosi, or maybe he is pretending to be a beggar who can be stepped on by anyone in the world at this time, and his mentality and perspective of looking at problems have changed unconsciously.

"Chun Thirteen Niang and Miss Yao came over, Miss Yao pretended to be a son, and she was so handsome!" Zhao Ting'er's eyes were sharp, and she saw that the Spring Thirteen Niang in the depths of the crowd was full of style.

Spring Thirteen Niang is always the most eye-catching in the crowded crowd; And Yao Xishui just drew his eyebrows thicker, and the boy he pretended to be too handsome, and he frequently provoked the big girls and daughters-in-law on the street to look at him with spring in their eyes.

Han Qian secretly felt funny, these big girls and little daughters-in-law were really blind, and they didn't see that Yao Xishui was the same as them, they were all females.