The exquisite space of the ruffian concubine

Chapter 57 Who Said I Want To Marry?

In the Tongfu Inn, those bandits had smashed most of the things that could be smashed, and the orphans looked at the mess all over the ground, all crying loudly.

"Howling, howling, if you howl again, I'll eat you!" A bandit with a pockmarked face yelled impatiently.

"Have you found it?" asked another thin mountain bandit.

"No." The pockmark shook his head, "Is Yun Feitian really not here?"

"So what, if it's not here, then it's not here, just keep looking." The tall and thin man picked up a jar of wine and poured it all into his throat, "Good wine! It's stronger than the wine in that winery. !"

"Drink, drink, drink!" A rough bearded voice came from behind the two, "Where is the person, have you found it?"

"Third brother, as far as I can see, Yun Feitian is not in this inn. We searched every corner carefully. We even opened the kimchi jar in the backyard. Apart from the shopkeeper, there are only this group of ass kids , there is no one else at all." As Mazi said, he smiled and handed a jar of wine to Hu Hu, "This wine is not bad, third brother, would you like to try it?"

"Hmph, when I find Yun Feitian, I'll drink with his heart!" The beard slapped the altar of wine into pieces, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor along with the wine, scaring the orphans beside them to scream.

"What's your name? Don't call!" The beard glared at them viciously, turned around and strode outside, and when he passed Yun Feitian, he looked at him with an unkind expression, and then led the crowd away.

"Brother shopkeeper, who are they? Ziying is so scared." A little girl rushed out from the backyard, wiped her tears, and threw herself into Yunfeitian's arms.

"It's just a group of villains." Yun Feitian patted her on the head lightly, walked out from behind the table, walked to the door, and quietly looked at the menacing backs of the group.

"Why...why are there so many wicked people?" the little girl called "Ziying" asked sobbingly.

"Because the good guys haven't taken action against them yet." Yun Feitian's expression remained calm, but his eyes were as deep as a well.

"Girl, I think the person you like is good." In Linglong Space, Old Man Mu said to Meng Xiaosuo solemnly.

"Who said she fell in love with this guy named Yun Feitian?" Old Man Shui shook his head repeatedly, "I think Gu Zhiyuan is better, he looks upright and has a good temper."

Old Man Mu immediately retorted: "What's the use of having a good temper? Most of the good-tempered people have no skills. Do you want a girl to marry a wimp?"

"That's better than this Jiangyang bandit who licks blood at the edge of his knife and can't even save his own life. How can he protect little comb girl?" Old Shui said.

"Jiang Yang's bandit has martial arts at least, but Gu Zhiyuan looks like a frail scholar. I'm afraid he can't even catch a punch from Little Comb Girl." Old Man Mu said.

"Who said that? That day at the Lezhi Inn, Huang Yangqin was about to smash the door of the little comb girl. As soon as Gu Zhiyuan grabbed the chair in his hand, the chair couldn't move a bit. From this alone, we can see that this People are good at martial arts." Old Man Shui said.

"It's just a kid from a rich family with a bit more strength, what's so great about it?" Old Man Mu said.

"Then Yun Feitian is still a prince, and he will definitely be involved in the battle for the throne in the future. What's the benefit of marrying him?" Old Shui said.

"Enough!" Meng Xiaoshu frowned, interrupting their dispute, "Who said I want to get married?"

"Don't you plan to get married?" Old Man Shui and Old Man Mu asked at the same time.

"Of course." Meng Xiaoshu snorted angrily, "If the family feud has not been avenged, who will I marry? Besides, why should I marry Gu Zhiyuan or Yun Feitian? With a pretty face and a paralyzed face, it is to send the two of them away. Give it to me, I don't even want it."

Before Old Man Shui and Old Man Mu could answer, she squeezed the Linglong Pendant tightly and left the Linglong Space.Unexpectedly, it was the Tongfu Inn outside, the person in front of him, who is it not Yun Feitian?

Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared in the inn, Yun Feitian's face flashed with a hint of surprise—such a high lightness skill!

After seeing clearly that it was Meng Xiaosuo, his expression became even more astonished—the last time we met, although this person's footsteps were light, there was still a slight sound, but this time he was as silent as a ghost.

"I just passed by by accident. Farewell. Goodbye. We will meet later." Meng Xiaosuo said nonsense before turning around to leave.

"Wait." For the first time, Yun Feitian didn't show the look of "willing to leave". "Who are you?"

"Don't you know my identity?" Meng Xiaocom asked back.

"Daughter of the Meng parents, how can they have such high lightness kung fu?" Yun Feitian looked at her carefully, as if trying to find an answer.

"What about you, third prince, how can you have such high martial arts?" Meng Xiaocom raised his eyebrows.

"I'm different from you." Yun Feitian's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then immediately returned to normal, "Since you don't want to say it, then you can go, there will be a period later."

"It's best to have an indefinite future." Meng Xiaocom pouted and walked out of Tongfu Inn.

Yun Feitian quietly watched her leave, the sky was getting dark, the night wind blew in from outside, and his right shoulder suddenly felt a little cold.Only then did he remember that the clothes there were wet and exuding a bitter smell.

It should be the work of those two old men with unknown origins, he is proficient in herbs, he has already sniffed them carefully, and knows that this is neither a drug nor a poison, it should be a wound medicine, but it can be poured on the clothes, I really don't know what it is useful for.

"Su Ying, come and greet the guests for me, and I'll go change clothes." Yun Feitian's voice became a little louder.

"No one comes during the day, it's so late, how can there be any guests..." A girl of twelve or thirteen whispered and walked over from the backyard.

"What should come will come, what shouldn't come will never come." Yun Feitian picked up the tea in his hand, took a sip, and suddenly realized that he seemed to speak a lot more than before.

At the same time, in the yamen, two figures were rummaging through boxes and cabinets, very busy.

After working for a while, Zhao Lingling pointed to the stack of papers as high as a hill in front of her, frowning: "Is this the portrait of all the rogues?"

"It should be." Duan Yiming nodded.

Zhao Lingling sighed: "If you read one by one, when will you find Meng Xiaosuo?"

"Why don't you call someone to look for it, and you go to the night market with me?" Duan Yiming suggested enthusiastically.

Zhao Lingling shook her head: "No, the servant's tongue is not tight. Your father obeys Meng Xiaosuo's words. If he knows that you are investigating Meng Xiaosuo, he will be furious."

"It makes sense, you're still thoughtful." Duan Yiming stretched out his hand with a smile, and pinched Zhao Lingling's pretty face, only to feel that the skin was soft and moist, which made people's heart itch.

Zhao Lingling groaned, and said softly, "Let's look for it quickly, it's almost dark."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't there me when it's dark?" Duan Yiming said.

"Aren't you the one I'm afraid of?" Zhao Lingling pouted, pretending to be angry.

(End of this chapter)