Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 270 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (37)

The busiest street market in Kyoto is Sixiang Street, which connects to the Convention Bridge on the bank of the moat.

There are small vendors hawking along the way.

There were a lot of people on the street, rubbing shoulders, and women in twos and threes gathered together, chatting cheerfully with the young master who didn't know which family they fell in love with.

After Bei'er brought Sikong Zhao to the street, he immediately regretted it.

The time for a stick of incense passed, and since they walked on this street, a group of people moved a dozen steps.

After a while, they were surrounded by women, and not only women, but also men came to join in the fun.

Some of the women already looked dull, looking at Sikong Zhao with straight eyes, as if they were living such a big life, and it was the first time they saw such a stunning and handsome person.

Some are still sensible and can restrain themselves, just stop and watch from a distance, their eyes revealing surprise.

These are a small number of women.

Most of the women were holding purses in their hands, and kept throwing accessories at Sikong Zhao.

While throwing and laughing cheerfully and wretchedly, trying to suppress the excitement and joy in his heart, trying to put on a shy look on his face.

The inner three floors and the outer three floors are getting tighter and tighter.

The voice of talking without lowering his voice just floated into Bei'er's ears.

"This son was born so handsome, but I don't know if he will marry?"

"I've never seen such a handsome man before, I feel my legs go limp just looking at him."

"Quick... quick, where's my purse? I took several purses out today, throw them all on him today."

Someone shyly sighed, "After seeing such a task, how can I be willing to marry an ordinary person in the future?"

The women who gathered around had complicated thoughts, some were joyful and some were worried about their future.

Sikong Zhao was dressed in a white embroidered robe with dark patterns, his black hair was tied behind his back with jasper hairpins, and he stood in place, his long black eyelashes trembling slightly.

That pale and sickly cheek, with the blood-red cinnabar mole at the corner of the eye weakened a bit of morbidity, only made people feel extraordinarily stunning and captivating.

He said nothing, just looked down at his knuckle fingers.

It just felt like those purses were falling on him one after another.

After a while, within [-] centimeters of his feet, there were all kinds of purses stacked together.

Bei Er stood beside him, her icy blue eyes were full of indifference, she regretted taking Sikong Zhao out today, she thought that she would go to the southeast coast to suppress bandits in the future, so she would bring him out Get in touch, and you can't just forget him just because she left.

She really forgot how strong and shameless the women of the Dayun Dynasty were.

At this moment, she wished she could find the army to drive these women away.

She looked sideways slightly, looking at Sikong Zhao.

When Si Kongzhao was seven years old, he was bullied by children of the same age. They often threw stones at him while laughing, and called him a beauty, a villain, and a different kind.

Probably because of the word "evil species", the word "beauty" in front of it has become extraordinarily mocking.

So after this fellow later became the sect master of Xueyue Sect, the first thing he did when he came back was to imprison those who had bullied him and scolded him, cut off their limbs and made them into human pigs.

Leave those little ones alone, let them lie on the ground and cry, watching everyone being imprisoned but unable to save them.

Bei Er watched him bow his head in silence, but his air became more and more gloomy and strange, and he was startled, afraid that such a scene would arouse the bloodthirsty in his heart again.

She hurriedly walked up to him, and while covering the purse thrown over for him, she looked at the women and said in a cold tone: "Don't lose it, he is my husband, you can't do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave Lingyue a look.

But those people, after hearing her words, are still throwing away their purses, and the number has not decreased, but has increased.

In an instant, more than a dozen dark guards with silver masks appeared, protecting Bei'er and the two of them.

Such protection played some role.

It's just that some people still don't give up and still throw it away.

He even said very dissatisfied with others, "It's just a loss of wallet, as for such a big reaction?"

"Yes."

"Since this young master is from the Dayun Dynasty, since he is going out on the Qiqiao Festival, he must abide by the rules of the Qiqiao Festival."

"That's it."

After two or three sentences, they even pointed the finger at Bei'er one after another, probably relieved from jealousy, and began to sneer at Bei'er again.

"What kind of onion are you, mind your own business."

"Even if you are this young master's wife, so what, the Dayun Dynasty allows reconciliation, maybe this young master doesn't care about you, so he wants to reconcile with you?"

"Heh, relying on how good-looking you are, can you teach us a lesson here?"

What you said, what I said, it became Bei'er's fault.

Bei Er's eyes narrowed slightly, covering the bloodthirsty in the ice blue eyes, she was trying her best to endure the urge to kill, if these people were not the subjects of Dayun Dynasty, they might have already died by her knife down.

After half a sound.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and a slight smile leaked from the corner of her mouth, "I've lived so long, this is the first time I've seen someone who dared to rob me."

She held one of the pouches that had been thrown over, and rubbed it lightly with her fingertips, and it shattered in an instant, even the ingot of silver hidden inside was crushed.

Lingxing was very cooperative, and quickly knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "His Royal Highness, calm down."

As soon as the words "Emperor Dowager" fell, there was a sudden silence.

Everyone looked at her in surprise, this woman is actually the Empress Dowager?
The queen dowager looks so good-looking?
In the past, Bei'er had been leading troops to fight in the frontiers, and there were often good news. Moreover, she was so powerful that she could tear a person into pieces with one hand. There were even rumors that she was as ugly as a yaksha.

Apparently, the image of Bei'er has been deeply imprinted in their hearts, and she, who had never been on a war, was rampant in Kyoto and sold her stolen goods, leaving a shadow in their hearts.

Bei'er glanced across all the people present, and said in a cold voice: "If you dare to throw purses at the people of my highness, my highness will break your hands."

Such words successfully shocked everyone present, and no one dared to throw their purses on Sikong Zhao anymore.

In this way, more than a dozen Hubei and the threat of Bei'er brought Sikong Zhao away.

But after they left, inexplicably, Sikong Zhao's gaze kept staring at her in the dark, making Bei'er's whole body hairy.

His face is so attractive, in order to avoid trouble and to block his sight, I bought a mask for him to wear from a small street vendor on the side of the road, and Beier deliberately picked the ugliest one as a prank. .

A deep purple mask with an unknown pattern painted on it.

Even so, Bei'er felt that it was still too eye-catching, and there were still women who couldn't help but look at him a few times.

However, it was finally not the crazy scene just now, there were too many people today.

As they walked, they became Bei'er and Sikong Zhao shopping.

The rest of the dark guards, as well as Lingxing Lingyue and Xue Feixuehan, were rushed to nowhere by the crowd.

Bei'er took Sikong Zhao's arm and walked towards the joint office.

After getting along these days, she felt that Sikong Zhao didn't reject her that much anymore.

For example, when he is scratching his wrist through his clothes, he is acceptable and tolerant.

Sikong Zhao lowered his eyes, looked at Bei Er in front of him, his towering Adam's apple rolled, "Your Highness..."

(End of this chapter)