Dashilar on the street.

Rows of carved sandalwood stools and hoop chairs attract many peddlers, pawns, and people doing business along the street.

In addition, the floor is filled with various silverware, bronze ware, and lacquerware, which are all daily utensils, which are quite exquisite, and are not used by ordinary people.

A few small-looking people stood on the left and right, as if they were selling these things.

But on the ground not far from these objects, a man in a feldspar blue brocade robe was sitting in a circle chair and napping.

If someone comes up to ask for the price, the guy who looks like a guy will come to the man and ask for the price.

Obviously, the real owner of these things is him.

"Which palace do these things belong to?" Someone shouted.

When the onlookers heard this, they began to talk to each other. Scenes like this are usually only found after a house has been raided.

"You're right, this is the belongings of our Ten Belle Lords. I have come here today to sell it for the purpose of returning the money to the treasury. As a last resort. It's all good stuff. The things here are all from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, with sufficient materials and good workmanship. Now for sale cheaply. ”

"You're talking nonsense. Does Lord Belle still have to come out to sell furniture to survive? Someone started teasing.

"Yes. The royal family and nobles still have to come out to buy things!? This is a loss of face from the Lord of Long Live Lord! Someone said.

There are more and more onlookers, and they are always very curious when they hear about the royal affairs.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" An official dressed in an official uniform and wearing a red-capped official hat walked in with a few soldiers squeezing through the crowd.

He looked at the things on the ground, and then fixed his eyes, and sure enough, it was the tenth master sitting there.

He arched his hand to the people on the circle chair and said, "Tenth Master, you better take these things and go back." This is ......"

"Tian Wenjing, master, I sell my own things, it's about you?" The Tenth Master jumped up from his chair with a bang.

"What the Tenth Master sells is not his own things, but the royal decency. This is a matter of the officials! Tian Wenjing said toughly.

"Look, I won't kill you. It's all you, the oil leak, help the fourth to shrink us! The tenth master was immediately angry, and hit the official wearing the official uniform.

The two twisted together, and the onlookers dispersed in an uproar.

A few little guys were stunned when they saw their master playing Tian Wenjing. The few officials brought by Tian Wenjing were also dumbfounded when they saw that their official master was fighting with the ten belles of the dynasty.

None of them dared to offend, so they had to watch the battle from the sidelines.

Someone in the crowd began to whisper, none of them had ever seen the official of the dynasty fighting with Lord Belle, and they all began to speculate.

"Stop!" A burst of drinking suddenly erupted from the crowd!

I saw the fourth master wearing an indigo blue jacket robe, wearing black fox fur on his head, and walked over with a frosty face.

Behind him was Thirteen, also in a silver-white jacket robe, with a gray squirrel fur hat on his head.

"You're not going to pull them away!" The Thirteenth Master said to a few stupid and stupid soldiers.

They then stepped forward and pulled the two apart.

In fact, the fourth master just came, and the two didn't fight much. As soon as I pulled it, it opened.

Tian Wenjing was beaten so that his left eye was blue, and the tenth master was not much better, and there was redness and swelling on his forehead.

"Okay, you Tian Wenjing, you dare to be the prince of the dynasty. I'm going to go to Huang Ama to see you a copy. The tenth master said angrily.