A prostitute of rebirth

Chapter 263 The Strange Beggar (1)
Xin'er opened her mouth slightly, and looked at Linglong in disbelief, God, why didn't she know that Linglong had such a good skill, the candied haws that shot out hit the man's back with a mighty posture.

Worship!

"Stop...stop, you...you don't run, give me...my money back..." Suddenly, there was an intermittent, panting voice, Murong turned around with a smile, and saw the man running just now From the place where he came, a young man in Tsing Yi ran over, but seeing him gasping for breath, it was obvious that he was running very hard, not at all like a man's speed.

The young man stopped behind Linglong, and when he saw the man lying on the ground, the anxiety on his face eased. He was extremely handsome, with sharp white features and sharp edges. He was dressed in a blue gown that made him look like a refined scholar, gentle and gentle. Ruya, with a white apron around the front of her clothes, her face at this moment, because she ran too fast, was glowing with a touch of red.

"Return...give it back to me, money...money..." He glanced at the man and said out of breath.

This man can really run. He chased him for almost a street, but he was exhausted.

The man got up from the ground neatly. He was in his 30s and his face was full of flesh. He stared at him, and the flesh on his face trembled a few times: "Money, what money?" He patted his face. Dust, looked at the boy with a flat face, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

At first glance, he is not a good person.

"Stop pretending, you stole my purse, return it to me quickly." The young man rushed to the man and shouted angrily. It was the money he was going to give his father for medical treatment, but this man snatched it away.

The middle-aged man gave the young man a cold look, and snorted softly: "Hmph, in broad daylight, there are people who open their eyes and talk nonsense, why do you say that my purse is yours, with your name engraved on it?" ?"

"You..." The boy was so reprimanded by the man that he couldn't refute, Qingjun's face turned red and then pale with anger, and the people around him began to whisper, all guessing which of the two was telling the truth.

"You are talking nonsense, if this purse is yours, why did you run away." The boy pointed at the man and said angrily.

Faced with such a question, the onlookers also looked at the man with doubts, but saw that his face was calm, without a trace of embarrassment being exposed: "You keep saying that I robbed your purse and you want to take it back. If I don't run away, is it possible that I'm still standing there obediently waiting for you to snatch it away?"

What the man said made sense. Many people in the crowd began to nod their heads because of his words. Murong smiled and looked coldly between the two of them. There was a smug smile in the corner of his raised lips, and the young man had an eager look on his face, it was obvious that he was bound to get the money bag, maybe the money was of great use to him.

"Isn't that the child of the old Wu's family? He probably wanted to buy medicine for his father with money, but he was robbed. It's not easy for the child to set up a noodle stall to make money by himself. This is terrible. It’s going to be in vain.”

"How can you be sure that someone else robbed him? Maybe he really wanted to rob that man's silver. He looks poor. The man's clothes are much better than his, and he doesn't look like someone who can steal other people's money .”

"Fuck you, Ziwen is an honest kid, he won't do such sneaky things, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"Bah, you also said that he wants to see a doctor for his father, how can you be sure that he won't rob other people's pockets just to raise money?"

The two people who insisted on their opinions were blushing because of their different opinions.

Murong walked up to the middle-aged man with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "I would like to ask, how much silver do you have in your purse?"

"Yes..." The man was startled suddenly. He didn't know what Murong Xiaoxiao meant by asking this question. A guilty look flashed in his eyes. you."

Murong smiled lightly, and with the brilliance of the sun and the moon, he said lightly: "Don't be nervous, I just want to prove to you who the owner of this purse is."

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man gave Murong a half-beliefy smile and smiled: "Tsk, just because you can prove that the money is mine?"

"That's right, it's up to me." She said lightly, her soft voice blew through everyone's hearts like a breeze, and on her elegant face, there was a radiant self-confidence, so spontaneous, so blazing.

The man couldn't help being a little surprised, but when he thought that the other party was on his side, he felt a lot more at ease. Even if he didn't know how much money was in the purse, this woman was so confident, I believe that even if he called a random number, it would be the same. It's not a problem. When he got the purse, he had put the weight on it. Even if it wasn't [-]% right, it would be pretty close.

"There are 50 taels of silver in it." The man thought for a while and replied.

Murong Xiaoxiao then looked at the young man and asked, "How much silver do you think is inside?"

The young master glanced at Murong and smiled, his eyes were full of displeasure, the money was clearly his, why did this girl think it belonged to that man, and even spoke for him.

"It's 56 taels and three coins, two ingots for ten taels, four pieces of silver for five taels, five pieces of silver for two taels, six pieces of silver for one tael, and the rest are one copper plate." The boy finished speaking. , sullen eyes swept over Murong Xiaoxiao and the middle-aged man: "If you don't believe me, you can open the purse and let everyone count it."

The man's face became livid because of his words, and he tightly covered the money bag with one hand. It was a joke, if he asked others to count, wouldn't he tell others that the money was not his?
"What to count, my own money, of course I know how much silver is in it, if I say 50 taels, it is 50 taels."

The man was still quibbling, but not many of the onlookers believed his words.

"There is no evidence to say it, just open it and count it."

"That's right, you shouldn't be guilty."

Facing the denunciation of the crowd, the man waved his hands angrily: "Why should I count my money for you?" After finishing speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave, but it was not easy to get out because the surroundings were blocked by people. easy thing.

(End of this chapter)