Jiaohua

Chapter 227

Song Qingtang let go of the girl, looked at the place where Xia Zhaoyi was sitting just now, and snorted again.

I thought she was really fearless, and said that Rongwei was as scary as her, but now she turned around and ran away.

Guo Ting was right behind Song Qingtang. Hearing that the girl had left, he felt a sudden loss in his heart. He had a lot to ask her.

But now is not the time to worry about this, he talked to Song Qingtang, and then he and Pan Binhua went to tidy up those things first.

Song Qingtang didn't want to stay any longer, firstly, he had no friendship with Tianrongwei's people, and secondly, if he stayed here, once those people started asking questions, the people around him might start to chatter again. The competition for the tongue is gone, and he will not be able to pick it off when the time comes.

Therefore, Song Qingtang also left.

But he didn't go very far, and found a place where he could shelter from the wind. After about two hours, he turned back again.

The sky has gradually opened up, and the large and small fires are still burning all over the mountain. The extremely sleepy people are sleeping next to each other, or scattered on the spot.

The person on duty was leaning over there, too sleepy, yawning and crying, so he didn't notice the two thieves who were sneaking into other people's pockets in the crowd.

The two thieves were cautious at first, but gradually they found that no one bumped into them, so they became more courageous.

A thief looked out for the wind, and a thief went to touch his pocket. When the small blade gradually cut open the clothes of a big sleeping man, a big hand suddenly came from behind and grabbed his wrist.

The thief was startled, and before he had time to raise his head, he was carried away by someone who came.

Song Qingtang pulled him aside, and said coldly: "I'm so courageous!"

The thief recognized him and begged for mercy.

Song Qingtang didn't want to waste time, and asked directly: "What are those Heavenly Rongwei here for?"

Of course the little thief knew Tian Rongwei, so he said first after hearing the words: "Officer, don't confess me, I didn't take much, I have an old mother at home, she..."

With a crisp sound of "Zheng", before the little thief finished speaking, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, followed by a cold dagger resting on his neck. .

The cold light on the weapon had a natural coercion, the little thief was tense all over, his unfinished words were stuck in his throat, and he looked at the tall military master in front of him fearfully and flatteringly.

"Say," Song Qingtang said in a cold voice, "What are those Heavenly Rongwei here for? I don't want to hear unnecessary nonsense."

"He, they're here to investigate about those birds today."

"anything else?"

"No more," said the thief.

Song Qingtang paused, and said, "That's all?"

The little thief thought for a while, and then said: "Also, I asked who the person who came to deliver things to us today was, but no one could answer, after all, that group of people didn't say anything. It's very fierce, it looks like it's going to eat us, but it didn't make any violence..."

"What else? Anything else?"

"Other?" The thief shook his head, "No, no more."

That's good.

Thinking about it, Song Qingtang let go of the dagger.

The little thief's oppressive feeling didn't dissipate because of this, and he looked at the dagger in Song Qingtang's hand anxiously, lest he suddenly get angry and didn't want to let him go.

Song Qingtang looked at the brightly lit sky in the east. He hadn't slept all night, his spirits were not much better, and his temper was even worse. He said with a little irascibility: "You send those stolen things back, and I'll take them back with you." Looking at you here, don't do these sneaky things in the future, or your hands will be chopped off. If you can be discovered by me today, you will definitely be discovered by others in the future. Others may not be as willing to let you go as I am today."

The little thief was overjoyed and thanked him again and again.

Song Qingtang waved his hands impatiently: "Get lost!"

"Yes, yes, little one, get out now! Get out now!"

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The city ban for several days failed to slow down the streets for a while, and the most lively morning is the busiest day, and there are not many people rushing to the market now.

There is still an unpleasant smell of smoke in the air. What happened in Chongtiantai yesterday was transmitted back to the city when it was dark last night, and gradually spread. Everyone understands what the smell of smoke is, not just those who burned Bird corpses sprang up, and there were rumors that those who died in the chaos were also thrown in and burned.

Since the evening of yesterday, there have been many people running on the street, horses and troops going back and forth, as if the tens of thousands of jackdaws had not been burned to death, they were still pervading, overwhelmingly covering the entire city. Above the capital, even, is the whole world still surnamed Li.

The business in the store was even worse. The clerk sat at the door, dozing off boredly, looking at the streets with few people, and sighed in his heart that the people were destitute.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs came from behind, the clerk looked back, was taken aback, got up and said, "Little guest officer."

"Brother, do you have white flour steamed buns?" Xia Zhaoyi smiled.

"No, you didn't come back last night, didn't you? Why did you come down from upstairs now." The man looked at this little boy who was always elusive, and felt really strange.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled and said, "Brother, I want two white flour steamed buns. If you don't have freshly made ones, then it's nothing. Bring them to my room."

"Yes, there are white flour steamed buns, but you..."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, turned and went back upstairs.

The buddy really couldn't figure it out, but he didn't want to think about it anymore. After being a buddy for so many years and meeting so many people, he knows best what kind of people can get along well.

After taking the steamed buns and soup, the man sent them upstairs.

The little boy was mending a sandbag in the house, the clerk looked at it a few more times, didn't ask any more questions, and asked her to eat and drink well, and gave her a reward of five copper coins, and then left.

"Is it a sandbag?" The man came out and stood at the door of her room, curiously talking to himself, "Why are you sewing this?"

Xia Zhao sewed for a long time, the last few stitches were tied around a knot, and then the thread was cut short.

The weight of a few sandbags is just right, which is very suitable for her current body. She raised one foot to step on the chair and wrapped the sandbags around it.

With both feet tied up, she got up and walked a few steps in the room, feeling pretty good, and then came back to pack her things.

Wrapping two steamed buns in a clean cloth, she stuffed them into a small pocket, then held up the bowl with both hands, blew the hot air on it, and lowered her head to drink the soup.

The door was suddenly slammed at this moment, Xia Zhaoyi paused and looked up.

The sound of knocking on the door was too unfriendly, and after a few more knocks, the person outside the door said angrily, "It's me!"

It was Song Qingtang's voice.

Xia Zhaoyi frowned, thinking that this person was too annoying, why did he linger.

(End of this chapter)