Jinyang has always been calm, whether it is a foreign detainee or a local people, they are very peaceful, but somehow, recently Jinyang has had a series of incidents, which has made the whole city boiling.

First of all, the government soldiers surrounded the Song Mansion, and the Lord Zhizhou was stripped of his clothes and hung at the gate of the Zhizhou Mansion all night, and then those officers and soldiers withdrew inexplicably, and the next days were calm, as if nothing had happened.

After that, it was the general's palace to recruit relatives. said that it was a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, but no one hugged the beauty, and the eldest lady of the Xue family also suffered a lot of internal injuries inexplicably. Even, because of this competition in the General's Mansion to recruit relatives, there were also evil things about killing people on the street in Jinyang City.

The one who was killed was a young man in his early twenties, who was on the street in broad daylight, and was first seriously injured by four young men who were also in their early twenties, unable to move, and his whole body fell in a pool of blood, which was shocking.

Then he was beheaded by one of them. The four of them left with bloody heads, leaving only a headless bloody corpse lying in the street. The shops on both sides of the street were so frightened that they were all closed, and the people who came and went were even more frightened, and no one dared to approach until the people from the government came there.

The murder occurred in an old street in Jinyang City, where there are mostly small restaurants and some snack stalls, although it is not as crowded as the main street, but it is still quite lively. But since that incident, not many people have come for three days, and business has been bleak, which has made it difficult for the small traders and vendors to make a living.

Wang Laohan, who is over the age of six, has set up a stall there, and has been setting it up for seven or eight years.

Wang Laohan's family lives outside the city, and he was originally a farmer facing the loess with his back to the sky, but when he ploughed the field in the spring eight years ago, he accidentally let the crazy ploughing ox step on his leg and broke his leg. It's okay to walk a little lame, but he can't touch the water anymore, and as long as his leg gets wet, it can hurt him to death.

How can this cultivated field not get wet, Wang Laohan has no choice but to think about looking for it in the city and trying to do some other work.

Wang Laohan doesn't know anything else, but he has a small craft, he can make a delicious snack called glutinous cake, so he thinks about learning from others and setting up a stall on the street or something.

However, there are three religions and nine streams in the city, and many places seem to be calm, but they really have their own doorways and rules inside and out. Wang Laohan has no money and no power, and he is pedantic and old-fashioned, he doesn't know how to "explore the way and find the door", how can it be so easy to gain a foothold in the city.

Sure enough, after entering the city, Wang Laohan ran into walls everywhere, and there were all kinds of difficulties wherever the stalls were placed, or he was driven away directly.

Fortunately, a distant relative opened a small restaurant in the city, and fortunately, he took care of him and asked Wang Laohan to set up a small stall at the door of the restaurant and do a small business to make a living.

Wang Laohan sells glutinous snacks, which are not as good as those exquisite pastries with many styles and exquisiteness, and the price is much cheaper, but Lao Han will only make such a one. There are not many people who eat, but they can barely make ends meet.

But since the murder on the street happened, there have been a lot fewer people coming here all of a sudden, and business is deserted.

Wang Laohan looked up at the sky, and in another hour, the sun would set, but he didn't sell it for a few dollars all day.

Wang Laohan couldn't help but sigh while lowering his head and sucking his things, and suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in front of him.

"Uncle Wang, do you still have glutinous rice cakes?"

Wang Laohan looked up and saw that the person talking to him was a handsome boy in green clothes, who was extravagant, and he knew at a glance that he was the son of a rich and noble family.

Wang Laohan was stunned for a moment, although his voice sounded familiar, but his face looked a little unfamiliar.

The richly dressed young man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for half a year, and after changing my clothes, Uncle Wang won't recognize me?"

Wang Laohan's eyes widened suddenly, he looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in disbelief, and said cautiously: "Is it Song Gongzi?"

Wang Laohan is a small business, although the snacks are delicious, but after all, they can't get into the eyes of those rich and noble, so the people who come to patronize are ordinary people, but there is also a special guest, that is, the son of Song Yucheng of the Song family.

Although this Song Gongzi was born in a large family and grew up with brocade clothes and jade food, he often came to him to eat glutinous rice cakes, and every time he came, he ordered several drawers, one drawer was eaten here, and the rest was taken home.

is not as good as the high-ranking children I see on weekdays, this Song Gongzi is very approachable, every time he comes here, he will take the initiative to chat with him for a few words, so Wang Laohan is deeply impressed by him.

The smile on the face of the young man in Tsing Yi was shallow, making people feel like a spring breeze, and said with a smile: "Isn't it?"

Hearing this, he took a closer look, and Wang Laohan was sure. It's no wonder that he didn't recognize it at a glance, in the past, this talented son of the Song family was dressed as a scholar, but he never had the appearance of a noble son like today. However, the old man thinks that today's Song Gongzi is better-looking, with a dusty demeanor, and he is simply a peerless noble son in the mouth of the storyteller.

Song Yuchen said with a smile: "But there are still glutinous rice cakes? If there are any, the old rule, bring me five drawers, two drawers are eating, and I will take the remaining three drawers with me later." ”

"Two drawers to eat here?" Wang Laohan was stunned, his drawer is a lot, not to mention that this Song family's son has always had a very small appetite, in the past, every time he came, he would only have a maximum of one drawer, and the rest was brought back to the Song Mansion.

"And one more person. Song Yuchen stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhao Qingying, who was already seated.

Only then did Wang Laohan notice that there was another guest, dressed in white like snow, sitting quietly like a fairy.

Rao is as old as him Wang Laohan, and after seeing the girl in white, he couldn't help but be in a trance at that time.

Wang Laohan thought of the various rumors about the talented son of the Song family some time ago, and Wang Laohan couldn't help but slander in his heart: "Could it be that this female doll is the woman who sings in the rivers and lakes?"

Of course, if something like this, the old man would definitely not dare to ask.

After a brief greeting, Song Yuchen sat back in his position, as for Zhao Qingying's identity or something, Song Yuchen did not explain, and there was no need to explain.

Wang Laohan quickly brought up the two drawers of glutinous rice cakes, and wanted to say something, but he was afraid that he would be stupid and say the wrong thing, so he simply didn't speak, just smiled.

Song Yuchen looked a little hungry, so he just buried his head in eating, ignoring Zhao Meiren who was sitting opposite.

Zhao Qingying just glanced at the unseen glutinous rice cake on the table, and didn't mean to move the chopsticks, but fell on the street a zhang away. It was the location of the headless corpse that had been on display for several days, and although the people of the government had washed the blood on the ground, there were still shallow traces to be seen.

Zhao Qingying frowned and said, "Soul Mound's?"

No one knows the identity of the young man who was beheaded in the street, and even the government has not given a clear explanation on this matter.

Of course, Song Yuchen knew what Zhao Qingying was referring to. Song Yuchen did not answer Zhao Qingying immediately, but chewed slowly, and swallowed the glutinous rice cake in his mouth into his stomach before he spoke leisurely.

"Zhao Qingying, I'm eating here, do you think it's appropriate to talk to me about this at this time?"

Regarding someone's complaint, Zhao Qingying turned a deaf ear and continued to ask: "You sent someone to kill you?"

Zhao Meiren's words were not shocking, but fortunately, her voice was not loud, and Wang Laohan's ears were not very good, so he didn't hear her amazing words.

You must know that the impact of this incident is extremely bad, the government has issued a document on the capture of the sea, and the whole city is full of portraits of the people who are arrested, it is none other than Ding Weimao's four people.

And the person whose head was cut off on the street was none other than Wang Longhuan, who escaped from the General's Mansion that day, a former soul mound human-level master.

Song Yuchen was about to speak, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure coming towards him.

Xue Fei Palace?!

Song Yuchen felt a headache for no reason at that time.