The swaying broadsword rises and falls high.

The head falls to the ground.

Cheers erupted, the sound of firecrackers moved, and the sound of crackling firecrackers came from the street to the end of the street. The executioner didn't have much smile on his face, lowered his head, and reached out with a somewhat nervous look to clean up the blood around him.

Wei Yaoqing stood in the crowd of onlookers and cheers, watching the executioner cleaning up the blood stains as usual, but the soft cotton on her hand made her frown: This is the best absorbent sponge, not the best cotton, but it is also the middle stream, wipe it with absorbent cotton? Wei Yaoqing's eyes fell on the executioner's body, the cloth shoes on his feet had already been furious, the soles of his left feet were torn, and his clothes were still patched.

When things go wrong, there must be demons. She would rather have more than one mind, which may be intuition or something else, but sometimes, she trusts her instincts more, and a keen intuition has saved her life countless times.

Stretched out his hand and accurately touched out a bag of cinnabar from the countless packets of medicinal powder sealed in the cuffs, felt a little, and hit the executioner with a backhand.

"Wei Jian Zheng, will you go to celebrate in a while?" The new eunuch who was watching together warmly invited her, a rare day off, and came out to watch the heads of corrupt officials fall to the ground, and Supervisor Lu, who framed them for fraud, was beheaded.

"Nope." The girl smiled and said, "You guys have a good time, but it's not too late, you have to be on duty tomorrow!" I want to go back early, the second sister said that I am tired of embroidery, and she wants to teach me! ”

Embroidery burnout? What do you want to embroider? It seems that it was only at this time that someone realized that the guard prison was a woman! Probably in the end, the girl wants to get married! Girls are also very good-looking, not like boys, but why do they always ignore gender? It's weird, but, in their opinion, the health supervisor is really a very well-behaved and worry-free child, why do some people think she is not worry-free!

After a moment's hesitation, the girl was already missing in front of me.

"Let's go, let's go! Let's go drink! ”

The group happily walked away.

In the depths of the alleyway, the girl took out a few items from the countless paper bags in the cuff, wiped her little finger lightly on her face and drew several layers, a pill in her mouth, her chin was swollen, her eyebrows were quite delicate, and when she opened her mouth, she was a cynical teenager's voice, put on the coarse cloth clothes in the corner, and walked out.

The sun fell on the young man who walked out of the alley, which was a face very different from Wei Yaoqing and Mr. Qi'an.

She has never been just Mr. Qi'an's face.

It's not that I haven't thought of using the face next to me to be Mr. Qi'an, one is that face is the most outstanding appearance, and the other is that she has never wanted to deceive the saint about Mr. Qi'an's identity, Mr. Qi'an has done so many things, and there will always be a day when he will return to Wei Yaoqing, there is the least disguise on that face, and some things are destined to be hidden from the people around him, so let Mr. Qi'an do it! With more than one hole card in her hand, she will feel at ease.

This is a teenager who grew up in the market, crawling and rolling, accustomed to seeing the wind and the rudder, such a person should walk staggeringly, standing without standing, sitting without sitting.

The young man chewed grass in his mouth, touched it here, looked there, and walked in Chang'an City.

Caught off guard, a man in front of him was beaten out, blocking the way, and his face was bruised and purple, so pitiful.

"Lady, lady, stop fighting." The man stretched out his hand to cover his face, "Don't hit your face!" ”

"What are you not hitting in the face?" The spicy young woman rushed out, carrying a rolling pin in her hand, and beat the man.

"Oh, tsk, Song Er was beaten by Song's sister-in-law again, it's really spicy."

"I'm going to have this kind of wife take an early break, and one will punch and kick if it doesn't go well, hum!"

"That's right, my Guanzhong boy is not such a wreck!" Someone spit out melon seed shells to watch the excitement, "Sister-in-law Song, come on, fight harder." ”

"What are you looking at?" A female voice rose, followed by an embroidered sole that hit her face, "Come in and work, look again, believe it or not, I'll beat you!" ”

The man who shouted at the man in Guanzhong hurriedly took off the soles of his faces, and chased after him with the soles despite the ridiculous red marks on his face: "Lady, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't fight, don't fight, don't fight......"

Laugh.

"Stone is embarrassed to say that others, he was scared like this by his mother-in-law!"

"That's it, hahahaha!"

……

The young man who passed by with his arms crossed watched with relish, and when the crowd dispersed, he walked to the front noodle stall and sat down: "Boss, let's have a bowl of noodles." ”

"Okay!"

There was a bowl of noodles in front of him, but the young man didn't use it, but he just looked at the master who made steamed buns opposite with interest, and Xu was so focused that the master who made steamed buns noticed her, hesitated for a moment, and threw over a steamed bun.

Can it still be like this? She raised her eyebrows, looking surprised.

"Don't look at it." The master roared.

She smiled and continued watching. A young man in the market, he has already practiced cheekiness while laughing and rolling.

The master who made steamed buns looked at her angrily.

The boy didn't eat his own noodles with a stick of grass in his mouth, and continued to watch.

Another pot was baked, and the steamed bread master's business was not good, so he sat there in a daze after selling a few. Someone walked over, tall and big, carrying a big knife, polished brightly, but the red belt tied on his head made people see at a glance that his identity was an executioner!

The people shunned it. In any case, it is still scary to see such people with blood on their hands, even if they like to watch the excitement and see the heads of the wicked.

"Steamed buns." The executioner threw a string of copper plates over.

The master who made steamed buns glanced at him, wrapped a few steamed buns and handed them over, the master who has been making steamed buns for decades, and he was not slow to wrap the steamed buns, but she still saw it clearly: these were two red steamed buns, which were completely different from the white and chubby steamed buns in front of her.

Rubbed his nose: It's really not good for the nose to be too sensitive to some smells! She stood up, walked to the steamed bun shop, and threw down a string of money: "Steamed buns." ”

The master who made steamed buns was stunned and at a loss for a while.

"I want the same steamed buns as him." The boy pointed to the departing executioner, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The master who made steamed buns was stunned for a moment, and lowered his eyelids: "Which piece of rice do you have?" ”

"What do you say?" The young man looked cynical, "If you don't know, you will ask you if you want this kind of steamed bun?" ”

"What steamed buns?" The master who made the steamed buns was still hesitating.

The boy laughed: "Man"

"Alright." The man hurriedly interrupted the words of the young man in front of him, and wrapped a few steamed buns over, "Here you go, go quickly!" ”

Although he was impatient to drive her away, the eyes of the master who made steamed buns always fell on his face, as if he wanted to write down her appearance very seriously.

It doesn't matter, just look at it, the young man smiled and left with a few red steamed buns.

She was all too familiar with that taste.

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