At the beginning of the day after the rain, the water on the street had not yet dried, and the air was also damp. Wen Zichen hid behind Ling Yi and watched the beggars come over with his own eyes.

Their clothes were patched on the left and on the right, and there was not a single piece of fabric on their bodies.

Looking at them with messy hair on their heads and a pair of straw sandals under their feet, the weather in midsummer is not as cold as in autumn and winter.

It had just rained, and the weather was just right for people's temperature, not feeling hot, and even a little cold in the humid air.

"Yo, uncle, this is your son?" The beggar at the head had a greasy smile on his face, and when he saw that the noble little boy behind Ling Yi seemed to be afraid of them, he was playing with his thoughts, and began to laugh at him as soon as he spoke.

Ling Yi didn't react much when he heard this, but he still lowered his head slightly, turned his head to look at Wen Zichen, and first moved from the hand where he subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes to the half of his exposed face.

No one could guess his thoughts, but the beggar got an unprecedented answer from Ling this time, "This is my young master." ”

In six simple words, Wen Zichen's identity was explained clearly.

The beggar who got the answer was stunned when he heard it, as if he had discovered something incredible, he said with a hippie smile: "Tsk, it turned out to be your young master." A few of our brothers still think that uncle, where are you a martial arts master!"

There was a sense of loss in his words, as if he had never expected that a person like Ling Yi would also be on an errand in someone else's house.

Ling Yi didn't speak again, he leaned back and grabbed Wen Zichen's wrist, which was much smaller than him, and after Wen Zichen subconsciously struggled a few times, he took the initiative to hold his hand a little tighter, and said to these beggars: "Let's go first."

He is not a man of many words, this beggar already knew in advance that he was going to help him this time, and saw his cold and impersonal face, and only after a few words of interjection at the beginning, they all became honest.

They were in a small alley.

There are countless alleys of all sizes in the capital, and the streets where dignitaries and nobles live are generally spacious and bright, and places like this are mostly some poor people living in the lowest level of the capital.

And these beggars, who live by begging, have never had a place to live.

Several beggars followed Ling Yi through the alley, turning a corner, and then they came to a deeper place. Ling Yi's footsteps came to an end, and finally stopped in the corner. Outside, there is a human wall formed by several beggars gathered together.

The place where he was standing was at a disadvantage, but the aura on his body was cold and cold, and no one would think of provoking him.

Ling Yi was still holding Wen Zichen's wrist weakly at this time, he quickly glanced at the surrounding situation, but after making sure that no one around appeared, he said, "I came to you this time to let you help me do something."

He usually doesn't speak more than three words, and more often than not, he doesn't communicate with others, but this is the first time he has said so many words to others, and he pauses a few times intermittently when he says a sentence.

No one is stupid, so they can all understand what Ling Yi said.

These beggars have been in the capital all the year round, and are accustomed to seeing all the joys and sorrows of this time, in addition to begging from passers-by in irregular places every day, they will also help some people with special needs to complete some things that are inconvenient for them to complete.

Living at the lowest level of the world, they have been destined to be humble since they were born, and they have done all kinds of shady things such as three religions and nine streams in order to survive.

The beggars were not surprised by Ling Yi's words, and almost as soon as Ling Yi's words came out, they replied, "Hey, uncle, what's the matter, you just have to tell me!"

"Huai," Wen Zichen behind him suddenly moved the corners of his clothes. As soon as Ling turned his head, he saw that Wen Zichen was looking at him with a pure expression of wanting to speak.

Ling Yi understood the meaning of Wen Zichen's expression, and he leaned down slightly and brought his ear closer to Wen Zichen for a few points.

"You want to ask them for help?" There were surprises and doubts in Wen Zichen's words, and Ling Yi could see from his expression and words that he was not worried about these people. "It's okay, don't worry about leaving it to them." Ling said expressionlessly.

These words are said directly in front of others. These beggars were all human spirits, and I could guess their meaning from their simple two sentences.

The beggar led by Wen Zichen patted his chest and promised, "Young master, don't worry!" We will definitely do it for you and ensure that you are satisfied!"

Wen Zichen glanced at them implicitly, but finally didn't talk to them.

The words and actions of these beggars made him feel uncomfortable, but he did not mean to look down on them in his heart.

Probably because he had been with Zhao Qingyan for a long time, he actually saw sorrow from these people.

Ling Yi was still looking at Wen Zichen, asking what Wen Zichen meant with his eyes. In the end, Wen Zichen nodded at him gently.

In Zhao Qingyan's matter, although he wanted to try his best to complete it only on his own, he grew up under the protection of Zhao Qingyan and the adults since he was a child, and the biggest thing he had experienced was Mrs. Cheng, and he had never experienced this time before.

After all, he doesn't have enough ability, and he still needs to rely on the help of others appropriately.

The beggar led by Ling Yixiang beckoned, and after he walked over, he whispered about Zhao Qingyan.

After hearing this, the beggar directly assured Ling Yi: "Uncle, don't worry!" I promise that within three days, everyone in the capital will know the news!"

As for why the two rich and noble people in front of him let them do this, he didn't want to ask and didn't dare to ask. Anyway, he's taking the money to do things, as long as he does what they ask. Nothing else has anything to do with him.

After receiving the beggar's assurance, Ling Yi took out a few silver tickets from the inner pocket of his clothes, handed them to the beggar, and said, "This is the deposit, I will give you the rest after you finish the matter." Also, make sure no one knows that I sent this rumor from me. ”

He had never seen so many of these silver ticket beggars in most of his life, so the hands he stretched out to pick them up couldn't help but tremble.

In the frantic beating of his heart, the beggar licked his dry and pale mouth, and said in a trembling voice: "Great, uncle, don't worry." Things will be done for you!"

"Hmm." Ling Yi responded, and then took Wen Zichen's wrist and led him outside. As an emotionless swordsman, he moves neatly without a trace of hesitation.

I didn't say anything more than anything to the beggars.

"Ling Yi, where are we going again?" Witnessing the transaction just now, Wen Zichen still couldn't come back to his senses. At first, he thought that today would be the time to help Zhao Qingyan take revenge.