Feng Chen looked at the carriage galloping away, and suddenly flashed back to his mind the appearance of the handsome boy he saw in the carriage just now, although his expression was somewhat similar to that of his junior brother, but the aura on this person's body was completely different from that of his junior brother, who was already violent and had a quick temper, even if he didn't want to pay attention to himself, he would definitely not be so indifferent. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and the handsome boy in the carriage, his eyes are lonely, brocade and satin are on his body, and he looks like a rich son, perhaps as the coachman said, he is the son of the chief soldier of Jiangning City. Feng Chen thought about it, since he was the son of Jiangning City, he must have gone out of the city to do business this time, and he should also return to the city, so it was better to go back to the city by himself.

As soon as he entered the city gate, two guards with spears stopped Feng Chen. A soldier in armor ran down from the city wall, and the man who looked like a commander said, "Hurry up and hand over the sword in your hand!" Feng Chen glanced down at the blunt sword in his hand, and then at the young commander general with a long scar on his face. Feng Chen said cautiously: "I hope the general will be accommodating, you see that my blunt sword can't hurt people, it's better to let me be a handy woodcutter." The commander looked serious and said in a straight voice: "No!" A few small guards beside him surrounded Feng Chen, and Feng Chen was stunned aside, and he didn't know where he came from, and he was as innocent as a child, and he actually held the blunt sword in his arms, like a child, for fear that his favorite toy would be snatched away. The commander of the guards took out a snow-white steamed bun from behind him and handed it to Feng Chen: "Now the city is very chaotic, if you want to enter the city, you still have to hand in your weapons, you can take this steamed bun first to satisfy your hunger." Feng Chen slowly took the hot steamed bun in his hand, squatted under the city wall and began to be in a daze. Instead, a few other guards jokingly said: "You can't be a fool, right? Why are you so stupid, the general asked you to hand over the broken sword in your hand, also for your own good, and when you see the governor, you will inevitably suffer!" Feng Chen picked up the steamed bun in his hand and stabbed it on the spikes of those soldiers' high hats and helmets, and those guards were just about to get angry, when they heard Feng Chen say: "I have long heard that this Jiangning is rich in products and is an important port for water transportation. One of the guards shouted impatiently, "Stop! We don't have time to give you nonsense, if you want to enter, you must hand over your weapons, even a piece of scrap metal." He took out some broken silver from his arms, handed it to the guard brother, and said: "The guard brother has worked hard, this is a little bit of heart." ”

A few of the little guards showed salivating expressions in their eyes, and at a glance, they knew that they were moved by the small amount of broken silver in Feng Chen's hand. The guard commander in the top hat turned back and saw Feng Chen's guards bribing him here, so he walked quickly, pushed Feng Chen away and said, "We don't know this thing, if you want to enter the city, hand over your weapons." Otherwise, stay away from here!"

Feng Chen subconsciously retreated under the city gate, looking up at the wall several feet high, but it was not difficult to turn over at night, at the moment so many officers and soldiers guarding the city, if there was a conflict, it would naturally not be good. As soon as Feng Chen was about to leave, he saw a notice posted on the city wall, on which a woman was drawn, and from the woman's eyes, it seemed to be familiar, but this face had never been seen anywhere. Feng Chen read the words on the notice: Recently, the remnants of the Ming court have organized to enter and leave Ningyuan, hoping that the people will not go out of the city at night and go to bed early. If anyone who leaves the city needs to be searched, no one is allowed to carry weapons into and out of Ningyuan City, and if the people secretly hide weapons, it will be regarded as the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason. On the right side of the notice, a bright red official seal was pressed, and on the other side there was a handwritten letter from the governor of Ningyuan.

Feng Chen carefully recognized the handwriting on it, and blurted out: "Lu Fu?" Those guards noticed that Feng Chen's origin was different, although ordinary people could also read and write, but they were not so surprised by Feng Chen, those guards surrounded Feng Chen, and the guard commander clenched the long sword at his waist and asked, "You are an accomplice of these chaotic parties!" Feng Chen shook his head desperately, but took the initiative to give the blunt sword in his hand that he had been refusing to hand over. The commander of the guards smiled and said, "That's right! The sooner you hand over your weapons, you will save yourself so much trouble." The commander of the guards took the blunt sword in Feng Chen's hand, and it was a little difficult to hold it with both hands, so he quickly called the two guards around him to carry it before moving away. Instead, Feng Chen approached the guard commander and asked, "I don't know where I put these weapons, can I return them when I leave the city?" The guard commander glanced at Feng Chen: "Do you still want to return them? These are all our Master Lu's collections!" Feng Chen greeted him with a smile and didn't say anything more. Instead, another little guard ran to the commander and said: "Master Lu doesn't like gold and silver treasures, he only likes these weapons and some stone fragments and the like, if you want antiques in your hands, that's also very good, maybe it can make Master Lu happy, and reward you with an official and a half." ”

After sealing the dust and thanking the officers and soldiers at the gate, he walked straight towards Jiangning City, but as soon as he walked a short time, a light rain began to fall in the sky. Feng Chen spread his cloak to cover the top of his head, and then walked through the rain, but the pedestrians on the street were all in a hurry, all with paper umbrellas propped up. Suddenly, there was a small pavilion in front of the sealing dust, he hurriedly ran over, squeezed into the pavilion, wiped his forehead with his cuffs and touched his waist, but found that all the silver on his body was gone. Feng Chen looked for it in a panic, although these treasures were not much, but for a penniless person, he could still sleep without food. Just when Feng Chen was anxious to find the sleeve on his body, suddenly an oily paper umbrella blocked his vision, when he gently pushed away the paper umbrella and looked along the small gap, a beautiful girl with willow eyebrows and big eyes stood in front of him, this is the first time Feng Chen has lived for more than 20 years to see such a dusty woman, like a fairy who is not stained with dust. The other woman next to her was a little cheesy, holding a paper umbrella and muttering: "Sister, I don't know when the rain will stop, it's all because you didn't say that you came out in a sedan chair just now." I saw that the well-informed woman gently knocked on the naughty sister's forehead, and said with a bright little tiger tooth: "It's all my sister's bad, go back and make you your favorite osmanthus cake, okay?" The sister in a tight plain dress looked up and still frowned. It was the gentle sister who turned around, moved inside in order to avoid the rain, accidentally got too slippery on the ground, and fell down all of a sudden, fortunately Feng Chen's eyes were quick, and she was held up, and the girl flashed with watery eyes and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Childe!" Her sister pushed away Feng Chen's arm: "Stay away from my sister." Then he stuffed some broken silver into Feng Chen's arms, Feng Chen looked at the silver taels in his arms with a helpless expression, but the elegant sister said with a smile: "My sister is naturally reckless, and thanks to the help of the son just now." Take these broken silver boys, buy a paper umbrella, and then hurry after the rain stops!" The fierce sister with horizontal eyebrows said: "My sister is kind, you just accept it!"