The concubine is coming, please be gentle, my lord

Chapter 8
As soon as he entered the Shamen Pass, Zhou Dagui wanted to say something, so he watched Gu Xiaoqian slip away towards the crowded place, and his small and exquisite figure happily shuttled through the crowd.

It shouldn't cause trouble, right?Zhou Dagui thought regretfully.

On the street, there were a lot of horses and vehicles coming and going, and some of them seemed to be children of rich families going on a trip. Behind the cars, there were many house slaves, and there were maids waiting beside them.

The vendors on both sides of the street were yelling vigorously, and everyone knew that after a while, there would basically be no business.

"Uncle Wang, this Shamen Pass is too shabby." Upstairs in the restaurant, the young man in fine clothes looked downstairs with distaste and said.

Sikong Jingheng didn't speak, and drank his tea.

Probably he was used to being flattered since he was a child, and he was a little annoyed when he saw no one was paying attention to him. The young man picked up his beautiful phoenix eyes, and continued arrogantly, "Uncle Wang, you have received my father's letter, the letter I have already said, I want you to send five hundred elite soldiers to escort me to safety, if I lose a strand of hair, you are the only one to ask!"

The middle-aged man who followed beside him was sweating coldly, and his mouth was bitter: My master, even if the person in front of you is an unfavored prince, he is now a person with hundreds of thousands of military power in his hands. With a few words, if the person opposite gets angry, let alone them, even King Jing would be too late to save him.

"My lord, King Jing is only worried about the safety of my son, so I hope you can send someone to escort him." Zhao Qi knelt on one knee, speaking carefully.

"What are you, have you been asked to speak?" Sikong Zhenze kicked Zhao Qi's body, and let out all the anger that he couldn't express just now.

Sikong Jingheng didn't seem to see the farce in front of him, he had seen too many such dramas.

In such a place, human feelings are inherently indifferent, and if you don't pay attention, a fresh life will immediately become a stiff corpse.

In his memory, the young Sikong Jingheng met King Jing, who was as big as a boy at the moment, with the same high-spirited and arrogant domineering, "Go away, where is this bastard?" He was kicked unknowingly by the other party, his head hit a stone, blood flowed all over the floor, and the blood ran down his forehead and into his eyes.

The people around opened their eyes indifferently and stood there indifferently.

"My lord." Mai Tile stepped forward to pour a cup of tea for Sikong Jingheng, and called out worriedly.

He has been by Sikong Jingheng's side for more than ten years, and the momentary hostility on Sikong Jingheng's body shocked him.

Sikong Jingheng looked at the full teacup, recovered his senses, and then looked at the young man in front of him. He still kept King Jing's letter in the camp, and the contents of the letter were arrogant and arrogant.

The king is old, and the princes in Beidu are all staring at the throne. Everyone imagines that it will be him who sits on the throne. King Jing has been pampered by King Beichen since he was a child, and his mother and concubine's family is one of the five prominent families. In the Jiang family, the concubine he married was the daughter of a great general.

With such power, King Jing thought that he had a good chance of winning, and Beichen's new king must be himself.

Therefore, in many places in the letter, it was mentioned in no uncertain terms that if Sikong Jingheng did not follow his instructions, when he became King Beichen in the future, Sikong Jingheng would definitely die.

"Deng Deng Deng." There was a sound of rushing up the stairs.

The door of the room slammed open with a bang.

"Huo Jue?" The woman who came in hastily scanned the people in the room, raised her brows, and asked Sikong Jingheng at the table.

"Sister, it's just a man, I tied it back just because I saw it, let's see what you look like now?" Sikong Zhenze said disdainfully.

I don't know what kind of drug this Huo Jue gave his sister, so he made a fuss all the way to find someone.

"Hmph." Sikong Liuwu walked over in a bad mood, she wanted to kidnap someone, but that person was like a loach, she couldn't catch him, and then disappeared completely.

It took her a lot of effort to find out that Huo Jue was related to Sikong Jingheng.

"Uncle Wang, for the sake of Grandpa Wang, let me call you Uncle Wang, I hope you will hand over Huo Jue as soon as possible, otherwise you will not be able to bear the consequences in the future."

Sikong Liuwu is about the same age as Sikong Jingheng. If it wasn't for her seniority, she wouldn't call her out. She has heard her father say a lot since she was a child. This Sikong Jingheng is a disaster, a little beast, a wild beast. It's not worthy of the Wang surname Sikong at all.

In addition, she has a prominent status, and she has been used to being domineering since she was a child. What she likes is either toughness or plunder, and she doesn't care about other people's thoughts at all.

In their eyes, the lives of poor and lowly people are worthless.

"Sister Liuwu." A woman next to Sikong Liuwu called weakly at this moment.

Downstairs, the Taoist priest with a gray beard shook his whisk and held a fortune-telling and feng shui canvas with one hand, and sneezed hard.

"Master Dao, are you alright?" A simple-looking man asked concerned.

"It's okay, it's okay." The Taoist waved his hand and continued to look at the man: "Looking at the face of the benefactor, the fullness of the heavens is a sign of wealth, the eyes are full of spirit, and the ears are drooping, which means longevity. It's a pity that the roots of the mountain are too deep. There is a god but it hides spring, I am afraid that there will be peach blossom disasters recently."

"Is there a way to resolve it?" Gu Xiaoqian squeezed curiously and asked for others.

The Taoist priest looked at Gu Xiaoqian who was curious about the baby's appearance, and the corners of his mouth twitched faintly, "The benefactor knows this little friend?"

"I don't know." The simple and honest man quickly shook his head, "Master Daoist, I have a way to resolve this."

"This." The Taoist paused hesitantly, and the man quickly took out the broken silver from his pocket and stuffed it, "The implementation of this is as long as you don't talk to the woman who wants to strike up a conversation, it can be resolved."

"Thank you, thank you." The man thanked him again and again, and quickly moved away from Gu Xiaoqian, as if he was the one the Taoist said.

Gu Xiaoqian is embarrassed.

"Master Daoist, do the math for me too." Gu Xiaoqian stared at the Fuchen up and down and looked up and down, always feeling like the one he saw in the morning.

"Little friend, do you have any money?" The Taoist priest was not polite and asked directly.

"No. But, I'll yell for the Taoist priest, how about the Taoist priest doing a fortune-telling for me for free?" Gu Xiaoqian has been in awe of this kind of Taoist priest with all-white beard and hair since she was a child. Isn't it written in the novel? Well, an old man with a beard and white hair is a powerful person.

"Daoist, let me use the whisk." Gu Xiaoqian took the whisk and shook it in the air without waiting for the other party's answer.

"Walk around and take a look. Taoist Master Wu Yazi of Quanzhen Guan passed by here and wants to make a fortune for everyone. It is a golden opportunity. If you are an unmarried girl, we will calculate the time for you Marry well; if you are a student studying hard in a poor window, we will calculate for you when you will be named on the gold list; if you are a businessman traveling from north to south, we will calculate for you when you will be rich Party A."

The Taoist priest stared at the yelling woman dumbfounded, and he was sure he didn't come here to smash business.

"Hey, let's do a fortune telling, as long as ten texts, you can't go to Beidu with ten texts, and you can't go to Dongtu with ten texts, but ten texts can let you see the future, avoid disasters, and walk through the world." If you pass by, don't miss it."

"Don't hesitate, don't be afraid, all the calculations are done, and Taoist Wuya observes the past and the present, ascends to heaven, and descends to the underworld, only to overcome disasters for the world of mortals, waiting for those who are destined~!"

Aside from the gibberish words that Gu Xiaoqian said, the yelling voice was quite impressive, clear and resonant, and everyone within a radius of ten meters looked over curiously.

Some people actually walked over here.

(End of this chapter)