The light rain began to stop, and Yanjing, the capital of Jingguo, had already shown its prosperous side.

Pedestrians were still in a hurry, but the restaurant shops on the street had already opened the door that had been hidden for half a month, and the civilians had set up stalls in the still chilly spring.

Ning'an Town in the south is the area with the largest concentration of slums in the capital, and it can also be said that it is the darkest area in the capital. No matter how prosperous the capital is, it also has its darkest side, and it also has the biggest gangsters. For example, the Tsing Yi Gang here.

Here, there are many wanted criminals in the imperial court, river and foreign thieves, and traffickers of human trafficking.

In addition to rebellion, there are many sinful people here.

The Tsing Yi Gang rules this area, and even the people of the government can't control it. Because, the gangs here have a big backstage.

Existence and reasonableness, the dark and despicable deeds beneath the glossy surface of the dignitaries and nobles require some extreme means to achieve their ends.

The structure of Jingguo is like that of many dynasties in history, the imperial power is only a representative, and the family divides the rights of Jingguo. Especially in the short thirty-one years since the establishment of Jingguo, the remnants of Qi and Vietnam still occasionally do some things, and at the same time, in the few years when the port of the armistice with Loulan had just begun, many years of war cost the people and money, and the high-ranking Jingguo Emperor could not decide all things at once.

Suppressing family power and consolidating imperial power cannot be achieved overnight. The emperor of Jingguo had no choice but to turn a blind eye to this area, but fortunately, the chaos in Ning'an Town was well maintained in its own area.

This is the bottom line of Emperor Jingguo, once because of the fight of interests, the fight between the gangsters exceeds this area, they must be severely punished, and this kind of agreement between the monarch and the minister is reached in silence.

Li Xiangru came in from the south gate of the capital,

There is still water on the ground that has been wet by the rain, and the hooves of the big black horse still make a "da-da" trampling sound when stepping on the stagnant water of this bluestone street. He led the big black horse to walk unhurriedly, and got a glimpse of the living conditions of this ancient group of people and the special architectural complex. Tired from walking, and visually tired, I stopped at a noodle shop on the street.

The noodle shop is made up of a simple shed, barely able to keep out the rain, but not the cold wind in early spring.

Four old tables and chairs, simple but neatly placed there, clean and refreshing.

The shopkeeper looked like two little girls, one was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other was only seven or eight years old.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old peasant girl with a light blue apron tied around her waist was busy cooking by the stove, and the heat in the pot kept coming out, making the girl's face hidden as if it were looming in the clouds. From time to time, he raised his sleeves to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead.

Serious people are the cutest, Li Xiangru couldn't help but be a little stunned, the seven or eight-year-old girl next to her helped wash the dishes and chopsticks, only to see her pair of light pink hands like lotus roots sliding in the water tray.

On rainy days, there were few people, and the three big men in the shed sat there to bury their heads in food, occasionally discussing something in a whisper.

When Li Xiangru led the big black horse in and tied the horse rope to the pillar on one side, the three big men stopped eating noodles and stared at the handsome black horse, with a greedy fierce light.

This is a good horse, and if it is given to the nobles, the reward will be enough for them to eat and drink for half a year. In this area, people die every day, and this scholar who looks poorly dressed and has a sickly face should be a foreigner.

The three big men made eye contact, and their hearts couldn't help but become active. One of the big men nodded at the two and began to eat noodles.

If you want to do it, it won't be here, because this is on the side of the road, follow this scholar after eating, find a remote corner and find an opportunity to start, kill people and take horses!

As a result, the speed at which the three big men ate noodles sped up a bit.

Lee Sang-ru didn't seem to notice.

Gently walked into the pavilion and sat down, the eight or nine-year-old girl quickly dropped the washing utensils in her hand, walked up to him a little shyly, and asked sweetly and unfamiliarly: "Excuse me, what do you want to eat?"

The little girl's clothes were old, but they were very clean, both her face and her hands were clean, her big eyes were bright and flashing on her smiling face, and her eyelashes were long and cute, but she was thin and hungry, and she looked malnourished.

The little girl looked up her head curiously at this handsomely dressed and well-dressed big brother who was a scholar, and she felt that this big brother was a noble man, because he was very good-looking.

"My house, the food here is very clean, look at me, I wash my hands very clean. The noodles we have here are very delicious, the craftsmanship of the ugly sister is very good, the noodles she makes are very long, and they will not rot when cooked, and the taste is very tender and smooth, we here, although it looks very simple, but there are still many people who come to eat. Seeing Li Xiangru, who hadn't spoken for a long time, the little girl stretched out her clean and frozen hands that were a little red, and explained anxiously. In her eyes, it is possible that this big brother who is looking around dislikes that this place is too simple and unclean.

Li Xiangru stared at the little girl's flickering big eyes and smiled, reached out and touched the little girl's head, the little girl subconsciously dodged, as if she felt that Li Xiangru had no malice, so she stood there and didn't move.

Li Xiangru was stunned for a moment by the little girl's dodging reaction, then smiled understandingly, and said gently: "Give me a bowl of somen noodles, more green onions, and two steamed buns." ”

"Hmm!" the little girl nodded excitedly, turned and ran.

When the little girl ran to the older girl, who was busy cooking, seven or eight men in green clothes and long shirts with knives hanging from their waists came in from outside.

"Ugly girl, hurry up and bring up the ready, it's been a busy morning, and you have to leave after eating." Led by a strong man of about thirty-five or sixteen, tall and strong, before he entered the door, he shouted loudly and familiarly to the woman named Ugly Niang who was busy on the stove.

"Hey...... , ready to go, coming right away. The ugly lady glanced back and replied with a smile. I quickly scooped up the noodles in the pot, put them in a bowl, skillfully grabbed a few handfuls of green onions, and sprinkled them on top of the noodle soup.

The little girl sensibly took it and walked to the table, but because of weakness and lack of strength, her steps staggered a little, but he still stubbornly gritted his teeth and tried hard to hold the bowl, which was Li Xiangru's face.

"Wan'er, be careful, hot hands. Wan Niang hesitated and instructed carefully.

"I know, it's not the first time, Sister Ugly Niang, you go and prepare Brother Douzi's food. The little girl pouted and replied a little impatiently, and then carefully and nervously held the bowl of noodles again, and slowly walked towards Li Xiangru.

"This little girl, dare to talk back?" the ugly girl scolded with a smile, and she couldn't care so much, she lifted a pot lid, took out a pair of chopsticks, and skillfully took out the hot steamed buns inside and put them in a big basin.

"Sister Ugly Girl, I'll help you. A young man in a blue robe looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a dark face but very energetic, and somehow walked next to the ugly lady to pick up a large basin full of steamed buns.

This is the little girl Wan'er said about Brother Bean.

As soon as the ugly lady looked at the person, she smiled, and she didn't refuse, after all, there were still seven or eight people waiting to eat below, so she turned around and went to fish for the noodles in the cauldron.

Douzi and Ugly Niang and even Wan'er are acquainted, so to speak, they are a group of orphans, orphans living in a room, and they depend on each other for their lives. Ugly Niang and Douzi are the biggest in this group of children, so they naturally take care of these younger brothers and sisters. Orphans are always bullied, even if Douzi has some strength, he is ruthless, but in this area, a person's strength is always limited, so Douzi joined the Tsing Yi Gang. And this group of people in Tsing Yi is from the Seven Alleys of Tsing Yi.

There are eighteen alleys in Ning'an Town, and each alley has a special rudder management, and there are at least more than 200 people in each rudder. The low-status gangsters are not equipped with assets and wear green clothes. Tsing Yi has become the manager of every alley.

"The old scar of Nine Lanes has crossed the line again, why don't we fight with him? This is the sixth time this month. A man in green clothes took a bite of the steamed bun and said angrily. When they first came over, they met the old scar of the head of Lane 9, and when he cleaned up a shopkeeper who had not paid the protection fee, he shouted at them a few times. And the shopkeeper who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face was controlled by their jurisdiction. Whatever the reason, Old Scar has an elder brother who often crosses the line and oppresses the brother in a few alleys.

When the other few heard this, they also softly echoed and scolded angrily.

The man who came in and sat down in the lead glared at the man who began to speak, looked around and whispered: "Shut up, this matter will naturally be negotiated, don't chew your tongue outside." ”

After finishing speaking, it seems that I feel that my tone is a little heavy, and I am a little afraid of things, here, the comparison is the backstage, if you don't have the backstage, the comparison is who is ruthless. He looked at the expressions of dissatisfaction on the faces of several people, and then lowered his voice and said, "There is a big thing to happen recently, and the matter of the old scar is a small matter." I don't have time to clean him up now, and in a few days, the new and old accounts will be counted together!"

Speaking of Scar, the leading man is naturally dissatisfied. But as a small person in Qixiang, there are naturally very few things he can decide and do. Obedience is his way of survival. He couldn't let these men under him become dissatisfied with him, so he cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and said to them mysteriously: "The old gang leader is sick, I'm afraid it won't work." So I'm afraid there will be a big move in the gang recently. The eldest prince ...... there."

Then he stopped, deliberately and mysteriously aroused the appetite of the people, and on the other hand, he showed to these men that he was still very valued by the helmsman, so he told him the secret. His purpose, at least, has been achieved.

When everyone shouted in surprise, he anxiously "shhhh......h

"Shut up! Shut up! Hurry up and finish eating!" The leader of the group bowed his head suddenly, and his shocked reaction made him very proud. This news was something he had no intention of hearing from the helmsman, but he also knew the severity, and if this kind of thing was taken out and said, he would not be able to mix up in the Tsing Yi Gang in the future. He looked around cautiously again, the three men before went out not long after they came in, and only Li Xiangru was left in the store, and the ugly lady and Wan'er were acquainted, and the female streamers, their voices were also deliberately low, they might not be able to hear them, so naturally there was nothing to worry about. He looked at Li Xiangru for a while, and when he saw him quietly picking up a noodle, he couldn't help but be a little speechless when he tried to see how long the noodle was.

I'm afraid this is a fool, right? The leading man thought to himself, in his eyes, Li Xiangru's dress and staring at the pasta was a rotten scholar. Moreover, when he came in, he found that the three men before were staring at Li Xiangru with unkind eyes. The big black horse at the door is too eye-catching. This broken scholar is afraid that he will not be able to live. If it weren't for the solemnity of the helmsman's advice, maybe he would have come to fight this horse's idea. Thinking of the tragic image of the disobedient Tsing Yi gang being stabbed eighteen times by the helmsman four days ago, he was scared in his heart, forget it. Your own life is the most important thing.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer, he is mortal and does not want to suffer. So he stopped the discussion of this topic, silently eating the pasta that was served, and munching on steamed buns.