In the late summer in the north, the weather is not so hot.

A wasteland eagle roared across the sky.

The snow-white feathers floated down faintly, spun around a few times, and were blown down by the wind on the long official road, and were carried back and forth by ox carts and horses that came and went from time to time in the dusty weeds.

Xia Ji was hurrying back, his expression was as usual, and his body swept by like a phantom.

And a roadside tea shop not far from him was a little noisy.

"Where did you come from, little beggar, get out!"

"Don't delay us in doing business, let's go. ”

Xiao Er looked at the petite dirty beggar, and scolded again and again, if this beggar was not a girl, he was afraid that he would have chased people away with a stick a long time ago.

But the little beggar was very clever.

Xiao Er ran to the left, and she moved to the right to sit.

Xiao Er went around again, and she ran away dexterously.

The two of them circled around the wooden table.

"Give me a pot of tea, I'm so thirsty—" the little beggar was pitiful.

Xiao Erwan was dizzy, and couldn't help but be annoyed and angry: "Get out! If you don't get out again, don't blame me for copying the guy." ”

So saying, he went to get the iron rod that was leaning against the wall of the shop.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer came from outside the official road.

"A pot of green plum tea, a plate of sour dates, and a plate of yak meat. ”

Three horses came from afar.

At the moment, a young brother grabbed the sword at his waist and dismounted, and the other two were naturally his followers, and went to the side to tie the reins to an old tree within sight.

One of them hurried along, while the other skillfully took a bunch of hay from the side of the tea-shop and threw it in front of his horse.

After Childe sat down, another attendant was very insightful and urged Xiao Er to serve tea.

This northern green plum tea is very common and cools off in summer.

After urging for a while, the entourage saw the little beggar sideways, and couldn't help but say: "Where did the beggar come from, don't be an eyesore here, you want to beg for food and go to other places." ”

The dirty little beggar said, "I just need a pot of tea..."

After Xiao Er held the tea, he saw that the little beggar was still there, snorted coldly, picked up the stick and began to pick up people, "Hurry up, go, don't get in the way." ”

The boy in the distance was not angry, and watched happily.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, because he found that the little beggar was really in good shape.

Xiao Er took a stick to catch her, she ran up with an elegant posture, although the gray fluttering patched linen clothes were a little wide, but from time to time they were close to the body, revealing the convex delicate body hidden in it.

Childe stared at the little beggar, threw a sour date into his mouth at random, and took another sip of tea, and his heart was actually a little restless.

He found that the little beggar had a very good face, although his hair was disheveled and his cheeks were dirty, but with his many years of experience, he was almost certain that it must be a beautiful embryo.

Okay, just be kind to my son, take you back to my Zhao family, make a bed warmer for me, and if you have enough fun, you can give it away.

The adult who walked around this place in the Giant Ink Palace seemed to like a wife.

When the time comes, if this little beggar is beautiful enough, I will marry her, and then set up a bureau and give it to the adult, wouldn't it be a transaction without cost?

This son's surname is Zhao, his name is Chang Huan, he is a disciple of a big family in Beiliang Prefecture, and he passed through here to meet the middleman between his family and Jumo Palace.

With that middleman threading the needle, his Zhao family can have a little bit to do with a behemoth like Jumo Palace.

This time, Zhao Changhuan went to the middleman, and he also discussed how to curry favor with the big man from the Giant Ink Palace, if the Zhao family could become the contact channel of the Giant Ink Palace, or get a little connection with the huge Chamber of Commerce.

Then his Zhao family is not only in Northern Liangzhou, but also in the entire Great Wei.

So, the boy coughed and motioned to his attendants to call the little beggar over.

The entourage was tall and strong, obviously a practitioner, and when he heard this, he got up and walked over, beckoning with a sense of superiority: "Come, come, come here." ”

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, and when he saw this, he stepped back, the guest didn't dislike it, and he didn't care, just skimmed the little beggar and said coldly: "Count yourself lucky." ”

Seeing that the little beggar did not move, the attendant beckoned again: "Don't come yet? Are you a fool?"

The little beggar ran over.

Zhao Changhuan looked at the girl closely, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that she was a beauty, so he said to his entourage: "Take her to wash her face." ”

"Give me a pot of tea first, I'm thirsty. ”

Zhao Changhuan smiled and said: "You go to wash your face first, if it looks good, don't say it's a pot of tea, I'll give you more, but you need to follow me." ”

The little beggar suddenly stuck out his tongue slightly, "You're a bad person, I'll ignore you." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and ran.

Zhao Changhuan's smile froze on his face, and his palm slapped the table heavily: "Toast and don't eat and drink, go and catch her back! I like you, it's a blessing from your previous life, can you run?"

Zhao Da, get her back!"

The attendant smirked and clenched his fist, making a clicking sound.

I can't beat those big masters on weekdays, and today I bully a little beggar, but it's time to show my prestige and value.

Originally, it was Xiao Er and the little beggar who were going around the bend, but now it has been replaced by this strong man's entourage and the little beggar around.

However, there was a sly glint in the little beggar's eyes.

Her eyes rolled suddenly, as if she noticed something, and suddenly began to cry out: "Help, help!"

When he screamed, he seemed to stumble and threw himself forward.

Behind him, the dog-legged who had been unable to reflect his value for a long time had his eyes lit up, jumped up, pressed towards the little beggar, and said with a cruel smile: "Let you run!"

However, his figure did not fall, and was pushed away by a gentle force.

And a ghostly black shadow suddenly leaned over, his right hand stretched out, carrying the little beggar who fell to the ground.

The two briefly met their eyes.

"Are you okay?" The person who came was Xia Ji, who was passing by here, and when he saw the dispute, he solved it casually.

The strong man just pushed him away, but did not hurt him.

But the little beggar said, "Something!"

Xia Ji: ???

Why is this beggar so ignorant?

He frowned and let go of his hand, but the little beggar did not throw himself to the ground, and his very dexterous body spun and stood up.

Clapped his palms, brushed his hair, and said with a smile: "You don't know me?"

The strong man on the other side was pushed away and felt very unhappy, rolled up his sleeves, and finally had an opportunity to bully the weak today, and stepped forward and grabbed Xia Ji directly: "Boy, do you know who we are?"

Boom!!

Before he could get closer, a giant tree next to him was inexplicably cut off and smashed between him and Xia Ji.

It was the sword aura emitted by Xia Ji, he didn't like to kill innocents indiscriminately.

The young man looked down at the little beggar who was half a head shorter than herself, she brushed her hair, her face was a little clear, and it seemed to correspond to a certain appearance in her mind.

It's just that the image of that person is too different from the little beggar in front of him, right?

One is a poetic woman in the painting, and the other is a dirty little beggar in front of her.

Therefore, Xia Ji couldn't help but ask: "Are you..."

The little beggar smiled and said, "I'm hungry." ”

She said it rudely, but with a kind of childlike naughtiness, which made people undisgusted, and at the same time said yes to the previous question with attitude.

The strong man's entourage hadn't comprehended it yet, and muttered: "It's evil, and Lao Tzu is going to catch you today." ”

He took two steps forward.

Boom!

Another giant tree fell, blocking his path.

That Zhao Changhuan is a person with eyesight, his expression was cold, he got up and said: "This brother, this beggar is the servant of my Beiliang Zhao family, the servant is illegal, the master is just taking her back, don't interfere." ”

There was no shortage of menace in the voice.

The burlap-clad girl said softly and quietly: "Xia Ji, help me beat him, okay?"

The black-gold-robed Holy Son was stunned when he heard this, some of his previous guesses were verified, and he immediately smiled, and raised his hand in the air.

Syllable!!

Zhao Changhuan's left cheek was suddenly red and swollen, and Yu Li flew up in the air with him, spinning around like a windmill a few times before he fell to the ground in a vicious dog pounce on the ground, extremely embarrassed.

The girl smiled and whispered, "Xia Ji, why do you listen to your fiancée so much?"

Xia Ji shook his head: "It's not that I listen to you, it's just that I also see that he is not happy, that's it." ”