fake prince

Chapter 27 Very Dissatisfied
After the exchange between the three of them, Su Ziji rejected Zhang Sheng's suggestion to take him back in a bullock cart, and walked to the street, which was bustling with people coming and going.

Although it can't be said that there are tea houses and restaurants everywhere, there are tea houses, restaurants, and shops in a row, which can be considered lively, with a rare prosperity.

"Is it a prosperous age?" Su Ziji's eyes turned, all this was similar to the original dynasty, but the matter of ghosts and gods still made him very concerned.

"Huh?" Just thinking about it, Su Ziji frowned suddenly, looked back, and felt that someone was following him behind him, but when he looked, he only saw that there was no crowd at the corner of his clothes, and he didn't see clearly who was staring at him. Who, wait and leave, this feeling will be gone.

"I didn't see it, but it shouldn't be an illusion. Someone was following me."

"It should be Boss Zhang's people. It seems that two nobles have left Linhua County? It seems that these few days need to be more careful." Su Ziji froze, it seemed that he had to go to fight with Yu Lu and Zhang Sheng every day. In the next round, Yu and Zhang's two families are big families, so forgive Zhang for not being too fussy.

"Hmph, the Jianghu gang dares to be rampant. When I win the scholar, oh no, the scholar can't be eliminated. After I win the Juren, I will destroy this beast."

"If it irritates me, it's not impossible to attack and kill at night." Su Ziji thought, and disappeared into the crowd.

Shenjia Restaurant not far away
"call!"

When Su Ziji gradually left, the Ye Daoist who hid in the door let out a sigh of relief, only feeling a fine layer of cold sweat on his back.

"Terrifying person." Ye Daoist sat on the table, his face was blue, and he just murmured: "I just glanced at it, and I feel depressed. This kind of temperament..."

"If it was in troubled times, I would have dared to recognize the Lord and assist Jackie Chan, but unfortunately it is now."

Ye Daoist's expression changed, he learned the dragon slaying technique, he was the most sensitive, but the world is peaceful, all this is empty talk.

"The time has passed!"

Ye Daoist sighed inwardly, looking outside, the shop after shop, the crowds were densely packed, all smiling, this is the hearts of the people, this is the destiny.

"Even now, this kind of person is hard to be hostile to, and it's not that Boss Zhang can shake him. It's just that I'm on a pirate ship, and Boss Zhang will never allow me to jump off."

"But me, should I plan ahead?" Thinking of the actions of Boss Zhang and the Taoist priest, Ye Taoist suddenly made up his mind and just waved his hand.

"Guest officer, what do you want?" The guy who had already paid attention hurried forward.

"Come here for your signature dishes, two dishes, one soup and one pot of wine. I'll write a letter if you have any paper, pen and ink." As the wild man said, he heard the waiter reply: "Yes, come right away."

In a blink of an eye, the pen and ink were up, and the wild Taoist wrote a line of words with a brush, threw a piece of silver, which weighed about a tael, and said: "Bring me food and wine, and, send me this note, please be quiet." Quietly, the rest of the money is yours."

Say, say an address.

"Thank you, officer reward!" Two dishes, one soup and one pot of wine cost only [-] renminbi, and the price of this tael was [-] renminbi, and the address was not too far after hearing it. "Don't worry, I'll send it over later to make sure his dog doesn't bark!"

Dawn
The weather was getting warmer, but the humidity was heavy. Su Ziji yawned and got up, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and looked at the bookcase that he packed yesterday.

"It's enough to have two sets of clothes to change."

"The money is enough, besides, I will take care of you when I enter Fucheng together with Yu Lu."

"The most important thing now is to recite the taboo table, don't make mistakes in the government test again, this must never pass."

Su Ziji checked it all over, poured two water eggs to make breakfast for himself, picked up the bookcase and left, but when he was about to open the door, he was startled suddenly.

A blank sheet of paper was stuffed between the cracks of the door.

"Who gave me the letter?" Su Ziji was a little suspicious. When he picked it up and looked at it, he was startled. He saw a painting on it. The ink was light, but the outline was clear.

But it was one person, vaguely his own face, and five green-faced, fang-toothed evil spirits pulled his feet. Below was a line of words, which read: "Tongshan Temple will use curses in the near future, please be careful."

If it was before, Su Ziji must have smiled. If the art of witchcraft is useful, why use brains and knives?
But now, Su Ziji was startled, the muscles on his cheeks twitched twice, his back was slightly sweating, he touched his waist subconsciously, and suddenly a murderous aura rushed up.

"Damn it, Tongshan Temple wants to kill me again? It's really deadly!"

He took a heavy breath, Su Ziji's face sank like water, Tongshan Guan was different from the two hooligans, even if he could be killed, the government would be furious and investigate, but then he would be doomed.

"For the current plan, it is better to get fame."

"When you arrive in the mansion, it's best to hide in the mansion school."

Su Ziji thought about it, pushed open the door, and walked towards Ye's bookstore, just thinking: "Hey, why does this handwriting look familiar, but I can't remember it."

Yip's Bookstore
The door was not opened today, and the room inside was extremely quiet, only the hissing of the medicine stove under the eaves could be clearly heard, and Ye Buhui was carefully fanning the wind to keep the medicine smoke away from the room as much as possible.

Ye Weihan was sitting against the wall, with a pillow on his back, still smelled the smell of medicine, coughed lowly from time to time, and heard voices, Ye Buhui hurried over: "Father, I've taken the medicine."

It was a bowl of thick black medicine, very bitter, Ye Weihan drank it all in one gulp, and then coughed violently, causing Ye Buhui to pat Ye Weihan's back.

"Father, I still won't go to Fucheng." A moment later, amid Ye Weihan's coughing, Ye Buhui suddenly spoke.

Ye Weihan coughed and stopped: "You girl, I've been sick for a long time. You didn't go this time because of my illness. Do you want to give up the next time because of my illness?"

"Father, it's different this time." Ye Buhui lowered his head, thinking of Zhao Langzhong's words, his heart was caught: "You coughed up blood this time, Zhao Langzhong said that your illness relapsed this time, why should I Don't worry about leaving you alone at home?"

Ye Weihan stared at her small face, sighed secretly, but said: "Isn't there still Mr. Zhao? After you go to Fucheng, I will stay overnight in Zhao's Medical Center, where patients can be taken in, and the cost is only [-] yuan per night." Fees, when the time comes, there will be people making medicine, so why do you need to give up the chess game?"

This was said so easily, but it made Ye Buhui choke.

"Anyway, I'm not going!" She turned her face away and said.

"You child." Ye Weihan was still about to speak, when the door knocked, he must have a key to enter the inner courtyard, and said: "Is it Ziji? Come in!"

Su Ziji went in and found that Ye Weihan had sat up. Looking carefully, he looked better than yesterday, but he was still coughing.

"Consumption, there is almost no cure in ancient times." Su Ziji was in a complicated mood, but Ye Weihan immediately waved his hand, and said to Ye Buhui, "You make me some porridge for breakfast."

"Okay!" Ye Buhui gave Su Ziji a hard look, feeling very dissatisfied.

(End of this chapter)