In the billet city, the wind and the sun are beautiful, people come and go, and the hawkers' shouts are up and down one after another on the street, all of which are lively.

"Childe, look over there—" A handsome man in a plain robe said excitedly, pointing to the crowd of onlookers around the corner of the street.

The man in blue brocade next to him looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a group of people who had formed several layers of large circles for some reason, and they were constantly standing on tiptoe to look into the circle, and there were excited cheers from time to time.

"Xiaohua, let's go over and have a look." The man in brocade hooked his lips and smiled, and then walked towards the crowd with the man who looked like a little guy next to him.

The plain-clothed man named "Xiao Hua" squeezed forward excitedly, ignoring the disdainful or resentful gazes of others. Thanks to him, the man in brocade also stood in the front row with him, and the scene in the circle was clear at a glance.

It turns out that there is a martial arts class here, and they are playing with weapons here.

"Childe, look, that man's knife is pretty good!" Xiao Hua tugged at the corner of the brocade man's clothes and whispered.

The man in brocade frowned, grabbed Xiao Hua's hand and was about to walk back. "We're still on our way, don't linger around."

"Oh, I'll just take a look, just take a look......" Xiao Hua begged as he looked at his son-in-law.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Xiao Hua's eyes, and he turned around suddenly, protecting the brocade-clothed man behind him, and then jumped into the air, and kicked the iron ball that flew suddenly towards the high wall ten meters away. The iron ball slammed into the high wall, made a muffled sound, and fell to the ground again.

"Who is it?" Xiao Hua drank vigilantly, and her eyes wandered sharply over the people who had stopped performing.

At this time, a man of about fifteen or sixteen years of age walked in the troupe, he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, but his face was strangely fair and bright, which did not match his poor clothes.

"Two sons, I'm really sorry, I've only been practicing this iron ball for a short time, and I made a mistake and almost injured my son by mistake...... I still hope that the son is big and the adult doesn't care about the villain, forgive and forgive......" The young man's forehead was already a bead of sweat the size of a soybean, and even his voice trembled unconsciously.

"You don't have long eyes, you don't pay attention when you see someone here, in case you ......"

"Xiaohua, don't be rude." The man in brocade interrupted Xiao Hua's words, smiled faintly, and said to the young man: "Fortunately, no one was hurt, you should pay more attention in the future." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you for your magnanimity, Minghui must keep it in mind......" The young man who called himself "Minghui" was still in tears, and it seemed that he was frightened.

At this time, a middle-aged man of about forty walked over, followed by three or four men who had just played with weapons like Minghui, bowed and said: "Under is Hong Tao, the head of the Hongsheng martial arts class, the younger brother was offended a lot just now, and I hope the son will forgive me......"

"It doesn't matter." The brocade-clothed man replied softly, bowed slightly, and bowed back.

Xiao Hua was unconvinced, her face was indignant, and she wanted to say something, but she was pulled by the man in brocade and said in a deep voice: "Don't make trouble." ”

Xiao Hua turned her face away and snorted hatefully.

The man in brocade showed a smile again, and said to the class master: "Class Master Hong, there are still important things to be busy in the future, go first, and then we'll see you." As he spoke, the man in brocade took out a few taels of silver from his waist and put them into the iron plate served by the little servant beside the class master.

"Thank you, thank you, Childe, go slowly." When Hong Tao saw that this son not only did not blame them, but also threw them a few taels of silver, he was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked them.

The brocade-clothed man said no more, his eyes swept over the "criminal" young man again, smiled at him friendly, and left the crowd with the entourage.

Minghui looked at the backs of the two men in a daze, and his heart was moved.

Walking around the corner and seeing that there was no one around, the man in brocade stopped and looked at Xiaohua with a serious face: "Hua'er, we still have important things to deal with now, and it is one thing to be missing, you know?" ”

"I'm just uncomfortable!" Xiao Hua raised his head, glared at the sky, lowered his head again, and said a little aggrieved. "Who knows if he did it unintentionally or deliberately, if they hurt you, wouldn't the palace master want to break me into pieces."

"With you, who else can hurt me?" The man in brocade smiled heartily and pinched Xiao Hua's face.

"Mrs. Qiqi, don't put a high hat on me. Although I am indeed very powerful, I am a low-key person, so don't be so blind to me. Xiao Hua said seriously.

The man in brocade couldn't help grinning, his eyes shining with a strange brilliance. Just smiling and laughing, the skin on his face was cracked, and even the edges of his eyebrows were stained with black powder.

"Oh, let you laugh, look at it, the makeup is almost gone!" Xiao Hua complained, took out a bunch of bottles and cans from his backpack, and wiped them on the cheeks of the man in brocade.

I saw the man in brocade standing quietly in the sun, his chestnut skin set off the peach-colored lips, his eyes were clear and shining, all revealing an unearthly temperament. If it weren't for the thick eyebrows and the round bulge around the neck, it would really make people think that the person in front of them was not a man, but a pretty woman.

"Look at you, if you laugh a little more exaggeratedly, I'm afraid this Adam's apple will fall off." Blowing the painting frowned, and complained while touching up Yan Shuangfei's makeup.

Yan Shuangfei didn't speak, just smiled, and motionless let the painting wipe around her face.

Yesterday in the Shadowless Palace, Yan Shuangfei mentioned to Duan Qifeng that he wanted to go back to Linnan to have a look, but Duan Qifeng was worried about her safety and insisted on refusing. Fortunately, Yan Shuangfei grew up watching the costume drama, and naturally thought of the trick of dressing up.

Duan Qifeng couldn't resist Yan Shuangfei, so he had to rely on her. Just in case, he confessed that he would accompany Yan Shuangfei by his side, disguised as the son and entourage who went to the imperial city to buy and sell, and if anyone recognized Yan Shuangfei's identity, he would protect her safety.

Today, Yan Shuangfei has transformed into a handsome boy under the exquisite disguise of blowing paintings, and blowing paintings have naturally become her entourage "Xiaohua". Because there were still things to be busy with in the court, Duan Qifeng took the first step. Yan Shuangfei and Fuhua took care of each other and rushed to Linnan.

"Mrs. Qiqi, it's done!" Blowing the painting grinned, very satisfied with his work.

"What 'Mrs. Qiqi', I am the son of a well-known wealthy businessman in Xulin County, Li Jialian!" Yan Shuangfei said seriously.

Blowing the painting smiled helplessly and said, "Yes, Li Gongzi!" Dare to ask Li Gongzi, can you go to the inn to eat now? ”

“No problem！” Yan Shuangfei responded.

"Huh?" I don't know what to do.

"Let's go, Servant!" Yan Shuangfei didn't explain, and strode forward with a smile.