The East End is a bustling area. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are many shops on both sides of the street, or there are little two shouting, or there are beautiful women dancing, shouting one after another.

There are still brilliant lights during the day, and there seem to be strange stone orbs in some of the shops, exuding a charming atmosphere and attracting attention. There are also high-rise buildings rising from the ground, and the height is the same.

The royal robe is made of silk, and the silver-white clothes have the exclusive standards of the royal family, and the handsome young man walks through the street in the royal robe, followed by beautiful women.

"Which prince is this?"

"Get out of the way, the prince travels, don't get in the way. "Someone called to the people.

Jiang Sheng does not hide his identity, and the prince's body will bring him a lot of convenience.

In fact, Jiang Sheng knew that most of the eyes of the emperor were on him now, and he didn't know how many eyeliners there were outside the Guang Temple, and no matter how much he covered up, it was impossible to hide from these people.

Every move was monitored, which made Jiang Sheng dissatisfied, but there was no way, the body of the Divine Mansion could not be a divine thought, and the eyes in the dark could be easily hidden.

In a sense, the body of the prince has gained freedom, but also lost part of his freedom.

Looking at the competition for the throne in the past dynasties, even if they are misbehaving and waiting for death, there are also people who secretly observe. Unless you really have no intention of taking the throne, leave the emperor to be a prince and be at ease in the fiefdom.

Only when he really left the imperial capital did it show that this prince had no idea about the throne, because once he was crowned, he could not be the crown prince.

What's more, Jiang Sheng is now known as "Rich Divine Blood", "Holy Sword", and "Fighting Zhou Seeking Demons".

Traveling all the way, pedestrians have avoided it by themselves, people are respectful of the royal family, Jiang Sheng is a strange face, who knows if it is those princes who are acting mischiefly with their identities.

The traffic was busy and the crowd was flowing, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but feel a little abrupt, just less than a month ago, he was still in the deep slum of the Eastern District, and in a small area, the dilapidated house would drop the rain on a rainy day.

Every day, I snatch things of some value from the garbage heap with other beggars, and live a life without a meal.

Now Xiao Er, who used to not even look at his own gorgeous shop, has a look of awe, and he doesn't even dare to bear his own gaze.

Jiang Sheng quickened his pace, wanting to return to the slums.

Is Lao Zhang's steamed bun shop still open? The rickety old man took his granddaughter alone and worked hard to support a steamed bun shop so that his little granddaughter would not sleep in the open like Jiang Sheng.

The life of the old Zhang family is also poor, but they often give buns to the slums, and they are a good person in the eyes of the beggars, and some hooligan beggars will not trouble the old Zhang family.

Lao Zhang is really a good old man, he once brought hot meat buns to Jiang Sheng, and kindly watched Jiang Sheng gobble them up.

Emperor Ming recast the memory for Jiang Sheng, naturally seamless, although everything is fabricated, but it is real, Jiang Sheng's memory of his own life is not broad, with the means of Emperor Ming, easily implanted everything about the earth egg in their memory.

Even, even the scene of the little master of the Mu family killing the old beggar is also real, the black shadow turned into a soil egg, erupted into a divine blood vision, and then took away the earth egg with the technique of clone, and finally recast Jiang Sheng's memory as the original.

Jiang Sheng stopped, the word "Zhang" in the distance hung down, and Lao Zhang's bun shop was already in front of him.

"Old immortal, don't talk nonsense, give me the bun, or I'll dismantle your bun shop!" Several middle-aged people in ragged clothes surrounded Lao Zhang's bun shop, and the first of them pointed at the old man with a long bamboo.

The old man was seventy or eighty years old, old and rickety, hunched over, on crutches of rotten wood, and his body trembled.

"In my small business, I can't even feed my little granddaughter, and a few uncles raise their noble hands, but there are really no free buns for a few uncles. The old man was too old to speak, and his voice trembled a little.

The middle-aged beggar led by him sneered, overturned the empty steamer, and knocked the old man down with a long bamboo: "Old thing, I think you don't want to live anymore!"

"Don't beat my grandfather!" The youngest granddaughter of the old Zhang family was only eight years old, and she was very pretty, and she stood in front of the old man with a broom at this time, and scolded in a crisp voice.

Although the little girl resolutely stood in front of the old man, her big watery eyes showed timidity, and it was obvious that the situation in front of her frightened her a lot.

"Yo roar, the little girl is quite beautiful!" the middle-aged beggar showed filth in his eyes.

"Are you brutes? she's still young, and something is coming at me!" Lao Zhang was so angry that his face was flushed, and his qi and blood hit the meridians of his face under excitement, and he coughed loudly.

"Old fellow, he's seventy or eighty years old, and he's still angry, and it's none of my business to be angry with myself. The middle-aged beggar's eyes widened, and he sneered, "Drum up the money you have earned these days, or I will take your granddaughter away!"

"I really don't have any money, so you can let our grandfather and grandson go. The old man was angry and helpless.

But where did he have any money left, not only to eat and drink with his granddaughter, but also to give the excess money to the people in the slums, who had accepted his gifts, but never thought that they were white-eyed wolves.

"Let go of me, you scoundrels!" Lao Zhang's little granddaughter was grabbed by a middle-aged beggar, and her broom fell to the ground, crying in panic.

The old man struggled to get up, but was held down by a beggar, and the old body could not withstand the strength and groaned in pain.

"Don't hit my grandfather. Lao Zhang's little granddaughter burst into tears.

"What are you doing!" Lao Zhang once gave buns to you who were hungry, have you forgotten?" another young beggar shouted from a distance.

"Where's the bastard, don't be nosy!" shouted a beggar, snatching his broom in his hand and pointing directly at the young man.

The fierce face shocked the young man to take a step back, the young man swallowed his saliva, and said with a little weakness: "The old man was kind to you, and you were about to starve to death that day, thanks to Lao Zhang, otherwise would you still be alive until now?"

"Do you do this to your benefactor?" said the young man.

"Benefactor?" the middle-aged beggar smiled, "There are more and more beggars, and if this continues, you and I will starve to death." ”

"Do you want to use a butcher's knife against your former benefactor if you starve to death?" shouted the young man with courage.

"Young boy, you're talking a little too much. The beggar sneered, his eyes signaled, and the beggar with a broom chased after the young man.

"You wait, I'll call someone, Lao Zhang is a friend of the slum, we can't sit idly by!" The young man knew that he was outnumbered, and ran deeper into the slum.

"Young boy, if you really do it, can you still say such a thing?" the beggar at the head sneered, "You dare to take care of things that the Ming Emperor doesn't care about?"

"Emperor Ming doesn't care, I'll care!" The cold voice came from behind the middle-aged beggar, the middle-aged beggar was so shocked that a cold sweat broke out on his back, and he turned his head, and a handsome face was imprinted in his eyes.

The middle-aged beggar couldn't help but be shocked, and subconsciously stabbed the long bamboo in his hand at Jiang Sheng.

But he didn't want a woman in white to block in front of the young man with a cold face, and her white hand held the long bamboo that was stabbing and smashed it all at once.

The terrifying force struck, and the fragments of the long bamboo burst into the hands of the middle-aged beggar, and the middle-aged beggar howled in pain, grabbing his right hand and twitching on the ground with his left hand.

"Your Highness, you dare to assassinate too!" the woman in white said coldly.

A few pieces of bamboo stuck to the feet of the other accomplices, who fell to their knees amid screams. Only then did the middle-aged beggar see Jiang Sheng's clothes clearly, and his pupils contracted violently.

He ...... He's a member of the royal family!" the beggar was terrified.

The little granddaughter of the old Zhang family has been held in Jiang Sheng's hands, Jiang Sheng gently put her on the ground, touched her little head, and showed a gentle smile.

"Grandpa...... Woo woo...... "The little granddaughter ran to Lao Zhang's side, hugged Lao Zhang and cried loudly.

Jiang Sheng's heart couldn't help but stingle when he saw this scene, he looked at a few beggars indifferently, and said, "Grace will take revenge, is this your way of life?"

"Your Highness, spare your life, we don't mean to offend. "There was a beggar begging for mercy.

"This child is only eight years old, when she cried loudly to you, did you let them go, are you still human to such an old man in his seventies and eighties!" Jiang Sheng said coldly.

"Yes, yes, we're not human, we deserve to die!" the middle-aged beggar said loudly, and then slapped himself, slapping his black face red.

"Your Highness, please leave them to Wan'er to dispose of. Lin Wan'er said.

Jiang Sheng looked at a few beggars indifferently, his eyes were terrifyingly cold, and he was silent for a long time before he said: "Forget it, each person cut off a finger, and then get out!"

Jiang Sheng's gaze made the beggars break out in a cold sweat behind their backs, and at this time, several beggars wept bitterly, thanking His Highness for not killing.

The middle-aged beggar immediately made a decision, grabbed a piece of bamboo, directly tore off the little finger of his right hand, sprinkled blood on the ground, and then shouted to his accomplice in a daze: "Hurry up!"

In the imperial capital, the people of the royal family are the most noble, if he is targeted by such a person, he can torture others with a thousand ways to die, but the young man in front of him only cut off one finger, and the beggars feel that they have earned by ripping off their fingers.

"Hurry up!" Lin Wan'er said softly.

"Yes, yes!" the beggars wept in gratitude and left in a panic.

"If you come back here, it won't be a finger that will be cut off next time!" Jiang Sheng's cold voice came from behind, where did the beggars dare to turn back, speed up their pace and leave in a hurry.

"Your Highness is benevolent. Lin Wan'er said, "But Wan'er thinks that such a scumbag should be executed directly!"

"Perhaps. Jiang Sheng smiled bitterly.

"It's okay, Uncle Zhang. Jiang Sheng helped the frail old man up, transported some spiritual energy into the old man's body, and calmed his restless qi and blood.

The old man gradually came to his senses, his face returned to normal, he opened his old eyelids, looked at Jiang Sheng, and then noticed the silver-white imperial robe, and was shocked all of a sudden.