Approaching the end of the year, the people of Jinling are lively, busy pedestrians on the streets, and vendors setting up stalls.

In this world, although the hawkers who set up stalls live in poverty, they at least do not have to worry about being chased by the chengguan.

Some hawkers are selling New Year's paintings, such as "Fu Lu Shou Three Stars", "Heavenly Official Blessing", "Five Grains Harvest", "Six Animals Prosperous" and so on, in addition to New Year's paintings, there are couplets, lanterns, firecrackers and other New Year's goods.

The joy of the new year washed away people's fear of the sudden Yan army in the city.

An ordinary wonton stall, the boss held a bowl of wontons and put it on the guest's table: "Guest officer, your lamb and cabbage stuffed small wontons." ”

"Hmm." The guest nodded, scooped a spoonful of wonton soup garnished with coriander, and drank it unhurriedly.

Today's business is average, just this one customer. The proprietor was at his leisure, standing not far away and looking at the only guest.

The guest looked very young, in his early twenties, a pair of peach blossom eyes like stars, very handsome, wearing a white satin silver thread lotus pattern robe, hanging around the waist like mutton fat milk-white and soft white jade pendant, with a cyan hosta tied up the long black hair, really a handsome boy.

Judging from this dress and temperament alone, it should be the son of a very powerful high-ranking official, but the owner of the wonton stall thinks that it is not just that simple.

Because behind this son-in-law, there was also a burly guard in black-colored iron armor, with a long knife at his waist, and a cold face, standing behind the son-in-law, looking around, his body was full of evil.

The owner of the wonton stall thinks that he has some knowledge, and just from this armored guard, he can see that this son's identity is not ordinary.

Hiding armor is tantamount to rebellion.

Even if it was those powerful officials of the Sixth Ministry or the Nine Secretaries, the guards in the palace did not dare to wear armor. In the memory of the owner of the wonton stall, there is only one kind of person who has armor guards - Xungui.

These nobles are the descendants of the heroes who followed Emperor Taizu to fight the world on horseback, and they are also the only people who have been tacitly allowed to have a circle of armored guards.

And the boss of the wonton stall regards this boy as a noble.

It's just that those nobles are all big fish and meat, and the beautiful maids are waiting, how could this boy come to his simple wonton stall to eat?

The boss didn't dare to think about it, just thought that the big people were used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and they also wanted to taste folk food.

"What do you always see me do?" Brother Gongzi put down the spoon and looked at the boss suspiciously.

"Poof!"

In an instant, the guard behind Brother Gongzi drew his knife out of its sheath and stared at the boss of the wonton stall with strong murderous intent.

This frightened the owner of the wonton stall, and he had no doubt that as long as this boy gave an order, the guard would cut him without hesitation!

"Yan Gang, your uncle!" Brother Gongzi was a little helpless, and said to the guard: "What are you panicking, put away the knife." ”

The guard then inserted the knife back into the scabbard, but his eyes were still fixed on the owner of the wonton stall, as if as long as the boss made the slightest move, the guy would immediately draw the knife again.

Brother Gongzi said to the wonton stall owner, "You haven't answered my question yet. ”

The owner of the wonton stall said tremblingly: "The son has a great appearance and an extraordinary temperament, as if the immortal has descended to ......."

How dare this boss say anything else, it's just a shameless boast!

He racked his brains to recall the appearance of the storyteller in the teahouse, and he couldn't wait to say all the praises in the world.

"Gotta get it, don't talk about these useless things." Brother Gongzi said angrily: "If I want to hear others praise how good I am, I can ask a poor Xiucai who has read the book of sages to talk for two hours without repeating sentences for thirty taels of silver, so why bother looking for you to sell wontons?" ”

"So what do you want the little one to say?" The owner was a little embarrassed.

He was really afraid that if he said the wrong thing, he would be stabbed by the guard.

If he dies like this, then he is really unjustly dead.

"Whatever I ask, you can say nothing." Brother Childe scooped up a wonton and said while eating.

"Then I really said it." The boss said tentatively.

"Say it."

"Then I told you?"

"......" Brother Gongzi was silent for a while, and said, "Don't force me to cut you." ”

"Uh......"

The boss said truthfully: "The little one doesn't look like an ordinary person, so I took a second look." ”

"Why don't you look like an ordinary person?" Brother Childe asked with a smile.

The boss was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to describe it, and said, "This is ...... It just feels like you have an inexplicable temperament that can be intimidating. ”

To be honest, this boy is indeed elegant and easy-going, but he always makes people feel a sense of fear inexplicably.

It's like ...... When you look at him, you always feel like there's a tiger behind you.

"You've got a pair of discerning eyes." Brother Childe smiled.

The wontons were almost finished, Brother Gongzi stretched out his hand, and the guard behind him bowed down and took out a silk handkerchief and handed it over.

Brother Childe wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and suddenly felt that there was some noise on the street, so he looked at the side of the road.

In the bustling bazaar, two shirtless men were tearing at the clothes of a beautiful girl, and the girl resisted and begged passers-by for help, but no one reached out.

Seeing this, the boss sighed: "In this world, there are really no good people." ”

That being said, the boss didn't mean to help in the slightest.

The girl struggled to break free of the two strong men, and ran away in a panic, shouting as she ran: "Help, someone is rude!" ”

The direction in which the girl ran was to go to Brother Gongzi's side.

The guard leaned over Gongzi's ear and asked softly, "Your Highness, do you want to make a move?" ”

Zhu Huan smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with me." ”

As soon as the words fell, the girl fled to the side of Brother Gongzi, knelt down in front of his boots, and begged: "Childe, save the concubine, those two people want to insult me." The concubine was walking on the road, and suddenly the two men came forward and tore the concubine's clothes. Have mercy and save your concubine. ”

This girl had tears in her eyes, and when she came up, she was a pear blossom with rain, and her pitiful appearance was heartbreaking.

The guard's hand was already on the hilt of the knife, Zhu Huan coughed twice, and said, "Yan Gang, don't use the knife." ”

Passers-by also stopped and looked towards Zhu Huan one after another, which meant to see the excitement.

The two strong men also chased after them, and one of them said to Zhu Huan with a cruel smile: "Boy, if you don't want to cause trouble, go away." ”

The girl hugged Zhu Huan's leg and begged softly: "Please, son, if the concubine falls into the hands of these two people, it is tantamount to a sheep caught by a wolf." ”

The strong man raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Huan, and stretched out his fist: "What, boy, do you want this fist to be on your body?" ”

Zhu Huan's face was still flat, he kicked on the girl, and kicked the delicate girl five meters away, and said with words in his mouth: "Where did you come from, dog, fuck you!" ”