Song Ran liked the city of Ling'an very much, but in a few days, she found that it was not only rich in ducks and splendor, but also rich in idle but affectionate and righteous sons, and high-spirited but lacking tendons. Everyone she met seemed to have their own story, even the old man who sold roast duck would take a knife from under his ass when he met a hooligan who collected protection money, and cut people up, not to mention Dorisso. There is also an older scholar who sells small yellow books at the mouth of the alley, his eyes are melancholy on weekdays, and he is submissive to anyone, but on the day he heard that the butcher next door beat his wife, he picked up the stool and passed, and when he came back, the stool in his hand was missing two legs.

Even if the world is not good, the people under the roots of this imperial city are still alive and vibrant.

On this sunny day, she strolled around Walang Street alone, bought beef potstickers, and ordered a bowl of hot wontons at the restaurant. In order to facilitate the movement and to guard against those Meng Lang sons who can be seen everywhere, she deliberately wore men's clothes. In the street tea shop, the storyteller was foaming at the mouth, and he was talking about the anecdote that a few days ago, Feng Thirteen broke into the concubine's boudoir alone and stole the treasure given by the saint.

Wind Thirteen is famous for his theft, and once claimed that there is no treasure in the world that he can't steal.

However, this person has been active in the Sichuan and Chongqing areas, and occasionally goes to the Central Plains to hang out, half a year ago, someone on the rivers and lakes said, saying that the treasures he stole are only limited to the local wealthy, there is no challenge, if you can come and go freely in the most heavily guarded imperial city, it is really capable.

Half a year after this was released, there was no movement on Feng Thirteen's side.

During the Chinese New Year this year, the speaker almost forgot about it, but on Chinese New Year's Eve, the entire home was emptied. It didn't take long for this incident to come from the palace that the crested hairpin given to the concubine by the Holy Emperor had been stolen.

Jianghu people have said that Feng Thirteen is really a person who does big things, and they unanimously gave praise.

Song Ran listened to the storyteller's storytelling, while burying his head in eating wontons, and suddenly heard the voice of the little second brother: "Young man, can you share a table with this guest officer?" Without waiting for her to agree, she neatly wiped the stool opposite with a rag, led the person to the seat, and quickly poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of him, "Guest officer, please take a seat, you drink a cup of tea first, and the hot and fragrant wontons will come out of the pot immediately!" ”

Before Song Ran could raise her head, the man had already sat down in front of her. Before seeing his appearance, he was the first to smell a scent like an orchid and musk. It's not a strong fragrance, but in the thick smell of fireworks, it's so different.

Ruyi Lou Feng Accomodation, the Ministry of Rites Wailang Lord Qian and King Chengwu have been waiting for half an hour, King Chengwu has been fighting on the battlefield all the year round, his temperament is impatient, and he is pacing back and forth in the room: "Shen Hanxi is still coming?" I don't know if this king is waiting for him! ”

Lord Qian was frightened by his call for Shen Hanxi's name, and hurriedly got up and persuaded: "The prince is angry. After confirming that no one had come in, he lowered his voice and said, "In the army, maybe no one dares to let the prince wait for a long time, but in this capital, the power of life and death is in the hands of his Lord Shen, as long as we arbitrarily arrange a crime, our life will not be easy......"

Before he finished speaking, King Chengwu slapped the table: "He dares!" ”

I haven't seen any kind of scene in Lord Qian, he has been in the officialdom for more than 20 years, and he has practiced a set of skillful skills of seeing people and talking about people, and talking about ghosts, seeing that King Chengwu was really angry, he hurriedly changed the conversation: "The object is the prince, and it is expected that no matter how big his score is, he will not dare to be contemptuous, I think there is something delayed." Come on, come on, the prince will sit down and drink a cup of hot tea first, everyone is in the court, and they are angry and wealthy, and they are angry and wealthy! ”

King Chengwu thought that he had come to see Shen Hanxi this time, and he wanted him to help with something, although he was impatient to wait, but thinking of the helplessness of people under the eaves, he had to suppress the fire and sit back at the banquet angrily.

As soon as he sat back, the figure of a man was reflected on the carved paper door, and Lord Qian was in good spirits and hurriedly greeted him: "Lord Shen, it's here!" ”

The man was dressed in a silver-gray brocade robe, which was by no means worn by people in the market, and then looking at the manners, he looked like a pampered person. He took off the jade wrench in his hand, scooped up the tea soup poured by the little second brother, but glanced down at it, and put it down as if disgusted.

Song Ran felt that a person like him was suitable for eating exquisite cuisine in the private room of a restaurant, and was definitely not suitable for sitting on the street and eating wontons. However, perhaps this is the charm of Ling'an City. You never know what kind of weirdos you'll meet around the corner.

Realizing that it was inappropriate to judge others like this, she withdrew her gaze as if nothing had happened. The storyteller on the other side was talking about the highlights, and the audience applauded.

Feng Thirteen is a famous thief in the rivers and lakes, and she believes in the ability to break into the imperial city and steal treasures, but the storyteller adds a lot of messy romance to the story, and the excitement has skyrocketed, and the credibility has plummeted - she believes it.

As soon as he had this thought, the man opposite let out a very soft sneer.

She glanced up at him again, looking like a knife with sharp edges and sharp edges. It's a pity that the temperament is a little cold, which is daunting.

She couldn't help but ask him curiously, "Do you think that gentleman is talking nonsense?" ”