In the thirty-first year of Xingyao, Chang'an, Qin State.

The rich imperial capital is a little more weird and infiltrating at the moment, it is the height of summer, the air is filled with the smell of fire and blood, and the steaming earth retains that fishy smell until the daytime, and the smell is so bad that it almost suffocates.

On weekdays, there are few people on the lively streets, and even the shops that do business are almost closed, and the few shops that are scattered are also half-closed, and the officers and soldiers outside are fiercely searching and arresting one team after another.

The business people bowed their heads and scolded one by one, for fear of finding out their heads. After all, this group of people is not easy to mess with, even if they don't catch anything when they come in, they have to pit some good things to go, but they are the masters who can't be provoked, who dares to say no?

Prime Minister Zuo's mansion was tragically destroyed last night, and no one was spared. Even Meng Yuhuan, who enjoys the title of the first beauty in the Qin Kingdom, has not escaped death, and those who have seen Miss Meng's own fairy face shook their heads and regretted: such a beauty, the years of tricks are extraordinary. It's plain, it's really a shame.

After the gangsters killed everyone, they did not avoid discovering the culprit, and after emptying the treasure, they ruthlessly set fire to the entire mansion. The majestic tongue of fire kissed the exquisite and luxurious mansion, and the corpses were piled up together.

The flesh and blood were burned to ashes by the merciless flames, and the bones were black and scattered, and the regrettable beauty was also one of the broken bones, no matter how beautiful the person turned into a skeleton, it was also prudent.

There was such a bloody case at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and the object was still Prime Minister Zuo, who was favored by the honor, wasn't this a clear slap in the face of the emperor? Immediately ordered to catch the perpetrator and reward him with a thousand taels.

In the tavern, drunken men gathered around and talked about the murder. Even though that case was bloody, it was also in charge of Dali Temple, and they, the common people, were nothing more than gossip.

The red-faced big man No. 1 slammed his fist on the table, and his mouth foamed when he spoke: "That Prime Minister Meng has a very good heart, and he was kind to me when I was hungry and cold." Now that there is a flying disaster, the tragic death of a family, God is really not long-sighted! ”

The big man No. 2, who was frowning and pouring wine, hurriedly greeted him: "Isn't it?" The Meng family is all kind-hearted, Miss Meng is not only beautiful, but also kind! When I see poor people, I always help them, and last time I got a few liters of rice and two fish next door to my house! ”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The outside of the tavern was completely different from the wine and meat inside, and a little beggar in tattered clothes was huddled in the corner, looking like he was about ten years old. The slimy blood knotted the hair into locks, blocking the front of the face, and a pair of big clear black eyes could be faintly seen.

She listened to the words and couldn't help laughing, what about good people? The tree is big and windy, and it dies quickly. Can the bounty of a thousand taels be exchanged for the size of the Meng family? It's just a sense of comfort.

The pain in her body made the little beggar can't help but shrink, obviously it is a hot day, but her hands and feet are cold. There were three or four palm-sized burnt wounds on the white and tender calves, and the flesh turned out, stained with a lot of grass lime stones, and the pus was red, like a layer after layer of undulating mountains, covered with pus.

She endured the pain and cleaned the wound with the water she had just begged, and as soon as her fingers touched the rotten wound, she immediately retracted. The wound had already festered, and if it continued like this, she would be ruined sooner or later.

My sister was waiting for her in the temple with a high fever, and she shook her dizzy head. There was a fragrant smell of meat in the tavern, she swallowed her saliva, leaned over and tried her best to shrink her sense of existence, and took advantage of the shopkeeper's lack of attention, and ran to the big man who was talking about the Meng family tragedy.

She appeared unsocially in a group of men, who were all drooling their opinions and didn't pay much attention to her. She bit her lip, pointed to the few green leaves left on the table, and asked timidly, "Can you give me this?"

As soon as the voice came out, the big men instantly fell silent. Not for anything else, the voice is crisp and pleasant, like a pearl falling to the ground, it is really a rare four words in the world. It makes people feel itchy in their hearts when they listen to it, and they can't control it.

"Yo! This little girl, her voice is really good, huh? It must be a mesmerizing scream, right? A sloppy man smiled lewdly, "Want to eat?" Let me see what you look like, and I'll give you something to eat if it's good-looking! ”

He stretched out a pair of hairy hands to catch the little beggar, and although the little beggar had injured his leg, he was quite nimble, and with some difficulty he flashed to the side, and dodged the hand that was as much hair as the monkey's body.

The little beggar immediately turned cold, did not speak quietly, and stared coldly at the man who was playing hooligan with his mouth through his dirty hair.

"Little hoof, what are you pretending to be pure? Come over and take a look at you, and I'll order you a plate of braised pork! "That man is also a face-saving man, he was looked down upon by a beggar in front of his brothers, and he couldn't hold his face, so he could only scold on his lips.

Fang just said that the big man who had received the grace of Prime Minister Meng was a straight man, and when he saw his brother bullying a little girl who had not yet reached the end of his life, he was a little unhappy, and he sank his face in front of the little beggar.

"Do you still want to be shameless? This girl is more than enough for your daughter, and you still want to take advantage of others? Which of our brothers is not poor? What kind of big guy is this bottom? How much money can your dominatrix give you to warm your bed? ”

The little beggar looked at the man in front of her in some surprise, her eyes swelled with complicated gratitude, she lowered her eyelids slightly, and let this person block herself with her wide body.

The shopkeeper on the side also ran over, wanted to step forward to say a few words, but was frightened by the tense atmosphere between the two and didn't dare to open his mouth, so he could only stare at the culprit with his eyes - the little beggar.

"Liu Er, don't talk about Lao Tzu! Who hasn't hidden a dirty mind? Do you think you're a good thing, don't you just fall in love with this girl like me? Say it early! Brother let you! The little beggar's face changed immediately after hearing the sneer, and she sneered, and her crisp voice was particularly pleasant in the quiet tavern.

"You want to see my face, huh? Okay, as long as you remember what you say! The little beggar raised his head neatly, but he didn't brush the hair in front of his face, only stared at him with round eyes.

The people who watched the show on the side also coaxed, all with strange expressions, as if they wanted to see what this girl with a good voice looked like, and if she was good-looking, she would be lucky to see a scene where a bully robbed a people's daughter. As for not looking good? How can there be such a beautiful sound?

Everyone took it for granted.

"Uncle, I remember everything I said!" That man is now riding a tiger, in fact, when he heard Liu Er say that the tigress at home, he already regretted it. I can't wait to give myself a slap in my mouth twice to relieve my anger, but so many people are watching, and I have to be hard-headed!

This sentence was like a promise to the little beggar, she hooked her lips and laughed, her eyes were cold and cold around the man, like a poisonous snake sliding quickly on the ground, making people's scalp tingle.

Seeing this, Liu Er couldn't help if he wanted to, so he could only take two steps to the side stiffly, and looked at the little girl in tattered clothes with pity.

Finally, under the expectant gaze of everyone, the little beggar slowly raised his thin arm, and his muddy hand gently lifted the hair that blocked his face.

Her every move seemed to be slowed down, and little by little, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more mysterious as she moved.

Finally, a face was completely exposed to the air, and the first reaction of the long-awaited crowd was not amazement, but an ugly exclamation.

What kind of face is this, the white and tender facial features are indeed rare in the world, but the slap-sized fire wound on the left side of the face is still festering pus, and the dried blood marks surround the left side of the face.

The right face is white and tender, with delicate facial features, and a pair of almond eyes. And the hideous lines forcibly destroyed a beautiful face.

It's like a good painting, and on the day it was finished, someone poured a bowl of ink on it. You can still see the stunning silhouette faintly, but what is presented is the ugliness of regret.

The reaction of the crowd was as she thought, but the little beggar chuckled unhurriedly, stretched out his hand, and looked indifferent.

"Uncle, you promised me that the braised pork will never be forgotten, right?" The tone is brisk, but it makes people feel a little sad.

"I didn't forget, I didn't forget......" the man sneered, but he was relieved in his heart, it turned out to be an ugly girl, so he didn't have to take it back and face the dominatrix.

The shopkeeper was probably also infected by the little beggar's courage not to be afraid of any gaze, and prepared a large bowl of braised pork for this little girl, and took a bowl of crystal clear white rice and handed it to the little girl. This bowl and chopsticks are regarded as a little bit of the shopkeeper's heart.

When the little beggar got the meal, she finally relieved her nerves, and her belly was deflated with hunger, and she cooed and screamed for a while.

The pungent fragrance made her subconsciously bite her lip, thinking of her sister's uncomfortable retching appearance in the morning, she hurriedly raised her leg and wanted to leave under the gaze of everyone, but she didn't know what she thought of, and retracted her leg.

She motioned to Liu Er, who was helping her, to stretch out her hand with her eyes, Liu Er was a little foggy, but she still obediently stretched out her hand.

The little beggar put the rice aside, carefully took out two pieces of meat from the bowl of braised pork with chopsticks, and put them in the flattened palm.

Liu Er only felt that his palm was heavy, he opened his mouth in surprise, but the little beggar blushed in his sight, bowed respectfully to him, and a crisp thank you completely shocked Liu Er.

There was a man sitting on the railing on the third floor, saying that he was a man, but his face was still a little young and immature. The bright red clothes on him did not look vulgar at all, but were stunning and not tacky, just like the symbol of wealth - those large clusters of peony flowers.

He pulled his mouth and smiled, his white teeth lining him more and more suffocatingly beautiful, he opened his mouth slightly, and the words were blown away by the wind.

"Everyone in the world knows Meng Yuhuan, but they don't know that there is a powerful girl in the Meng family, called Meng Yuyun, and her name is Ah Nan."