Wind war cypress
Xuanji was taken aback, yes, how could he be Lin Sheng? Here is Xi Liang. It's just that the look and feel are really similar.
"Hey, I said how can you be so rude, staring at my son?" shouted the young man called Wuqi.
Yuzhi was angry, and was about to scold back when Xuanji waved her hand and said with a smile, "My son looks handsome from your son's appearance."
Lin Sheng is a distant dream, but it can't be seen from a distance. In Xiliang thousands of years ago, why not flirt with this person who is exactly like him? We meet by chance, but in a blink of an eye, we are separated from each other.
The man in white, Feng Zhan Baijun, blushed slightly, glanced at Xuanji, and the crowd burst out laughing.
Wuqi was furious, "You—"
"Hey, I said Twelve, your son asked you to withdraw money, why are you dawdling here?" Yuzhi snorted coldly.
Wu Qiyi was stunned, "What twelve?"
Yuzhi curled his lips and said, "You are not three or four, five and seven, what is not twelve?"
Wuqi was furious, and Feng Zhanbai beside him whispered: "Wuqi, the two young masters are just joking. Quickly withdraw the money, we still have something to do, don't delay."
Wu Qi nodded, put his hand to his waist, and then said in a panic, "Where's this purse?"
Xuanji frowned and asked Feng Zhanbai, "This is your first time entering the imperial capital?"
Feng Zhanbai was startled and nodded.
Xuanji and Yuzhi looked at each other and laughed.
Wu Qi said angrily, "We don't know you, what's so funny?"
"The same person was stolen from the end of the world, why did they know each other when they met?" Xuanji whistled towards Feng Zhanbai.
The crowd laughed again, and Wu Qi stared at Xuanji fiercely.
On the contrary, Feng Zhanbai chuckled, "Young Master, this is interesting."
He is not from the imperial capital, but this money was stolen, but he doesn't seem to care about it at all. He seems to be a very calm person. Xuanji glanced at him again, but found that he seemed to be looking at her too.
As soon as their eyes met, they both turned away at will.
Enough of the jokes, Xuanji looked back at the girl on the ground who kept her head down squeezed in.
The first one, with bright clothes and big ears, can tell at a glance that he is the son of a dank cross in Beijing.
How can there be such a person in this drama. Xuanji was angry and funny, but saw that the man had walked in front of the girl and raised her jaw with one hand.
But seeing that woman's melon face, big almond eyes, she looks very beautiful and beautiful, but her face has not taken off the childish color, and it looks like she is only fifteen or sixteen years old.
"The goods are not bad, let's go with the Lord." The man grabbed the girl's wrist, pulled her and left.
Yuzhi was furious and was about to teach him a lesson when Feng Zhanbai glanced at Wuqi, but he didn't see how Wuqi made a move, the man had already slammed to the ground.
He scolded and stood up, waved away a few servants who came to help him, and said harshly, "Do you know who my father is? My father is General Wen Rukai, and my father is the third son of the Wen family."
The crowd was startled, Xuanji froze and whispered to Yuzhi, "Among the relatives of your mother, is there such a scum?"
Yuzhi said aggrieved: "Wen Rukai has so many children, not everyone can enter the palace, how can Yuzhi know all of them? But looking at his domineering bear, maybe it is."
Xuanji's heart was moved, and she had already calculated, and said: "I said that you are pretending. Let's talk about it, how can the son of the dignified general be illiterate?"
Wu Qi was angry in his heart, and was about to go forward to throw the man out, but Feng Zhanbai shook his head gently at him, his eyes gleaming slightly, and fell on Xuanji.
The man was furious and pointed his finger at Xuanji's nose, "You dare to say that you can't read?"
Xuanji smiled contemptuously, and raised the corner of her mouth back, "Selling your body to bury your father, you can buy it if you sell it, dare to ask the third son, where is your money? How dare you say that you can read? How can a dignified general have an illiterate son? "
The crowd immediately burst into laughter, and many people pointed at the man.
The man's face turned red, not angry or angry, he pulled a purse from the waist of a servant, threw it on the ground, and sneered: "Take the man away to the lord."
The girl looked at the purse on the ground, bit her lip, and waited to reach out to pick it up; when the servants got the order, they rushed forward, and Wu Qi was about to be blocked, but the young master was taught to hold his wrist lightly, unable to move. He looked at the young master in shock, but saw that his eyes were soft and lightly fell on the purple-clothed boy who had just said and laughed, "the same person was stolen from the end of the world".
Xuanji stepped up and stood in front of the girl, Yuzhi also flickered and stood beside her.
Xuanji turned around and whispered in the girl's ear, "Girl, I'm offended."
The girl was slightly stunned, and Xuanji suddenly reached out and ripped off the clothes on her shoulders, revealing a small half of her shoulders. This is nothing in modern times, it is definitely less exposed than wearing a camisole on the street in hot weather.
The sound of gasping came from everywhere.
Several people said sharply: "How can you do this?"
Wu Qi said angrily, "What are you doing here?"
Yuzhi was stunned, and Feng Zhanbai narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xuanji raised her eyes, glanced around the crowded crowd, and said loudly, "Everyone, there are relatives in your family who are about the same age as this little girl, if I just do this, you will be surprised. When the third son of Wen goes home, what is waiting for her? It's just more cruel torment and treatment!
"We can all help her, why not? We have a lot of people here. As long as each person pays a penny or two, we can let her bury her old father. Isn't her filial piety worth your help?"
Suddenly, the voice was crisp. A copper coin fell to the ground.
In an instant, copper coins and broken silver rained down, and the sound was endless.