The scorching sun is in the sky, and people come and go.

Liu Yunxiang stood in the sun, sweating all over her head. She looked anxiously, afraid of missing everyone who walked by.

At this time, she saw a person walking from West Street. The man was thin, walking around and turning, wearing a brocade robe, but his clothes were really wide and hung crookedly on his body.

His hair was scattered and he covered his face. When others saw him, they covered their noses to avoid it. Someone accidentally bumped into him and quickly patted his clothes, as if it was so unlucky.

He had a pot of wine in his hand, and then he raised his head to drink, and then showed his face.

Liu Yunxiang recognized it at first sight, but it seemed that there was a root under her feet and could not even be pulled.

I still remember that spring, he leaned in front of the Yuan Mansion, wearing a black brocade dress, with a beautiful face, smiling with a phoenix eyes, and a peach blossom in his hand, which was handsome and romantic.

Outside Zhenbei Pass, his iron horse and golden swords broke through the rolling yellow sand and fought with a spear, which made the Northern Jin soldiers frightened and were in full swing at that time.

In the court, he made plans, played with people's hearts, and won thousands of miles.

At that time, Yan Mu was shining, which made everyone amazed and jealous. The person who came over, his expression was dull, his eyes were silent, and he was touched by the dry well.

His face was gray, and a scar on his left face had obviously faded away, but it pierced into the eyes at this moment. It didn't look fierce, but it was just ugly.

He drank too much and his feet were not smooth. He walked staggeringly, tripped over the floor tiles, and took two steps forward. He didn't care and continued to be confused.

He approached, step by step...

Liu Yunxiang felt his throat dry. He wanted to call him a few steps away, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

When he passed by her, his dull gaze did not fluctuate at all, and he passed by, nor did he tilt his head to look at her. As he passed, Liu Yunxiang could only smell the strong smell of alcohol.

"Yan...Yan Mu..." She called him softly, her voice trembling.

Liu Yunxiang turned around in a hurry and saw him continuing to walk, as if he hadn't heard it.

She was about to catch up when a group of young men dressed up was one step ahead of her, grabbed Yan Mu's shoulder and pushed hard, and Yan Mu felt as if his bones had dispersed, soft to the ground.

"You drunkard really deserve to be beaten. You owe so much money to our restaurant. If we don't make a credit, you dare to steal it!"

As he said that, the guy went up and kicked.

"I have to pay back the money today, otherwise I will send you to the government!"

He reached out to take Yan Mu's purse, but it turned out to be empty, and he couldn't help but smash his face in anger.

"Just like you are poor and dirty, why are you the Seventh Prince of Darong? Bah, my dog ​​is not as cowardly as you!"

People on the street surrounded him and said something good: "He is really the Seventh Prince of Darong. His identity is true, but this virtue really opens our Beijin people's eyes!"

"A noble man who has returned the golden branches and jade leaves is even worse than beggars on the street!"

"Brother, he must not pay your family's money for the wine. So I'd just discount his other leg, no one cares about him anyway."

Yan Mu was lying on the ground, holding the wine pot to drink, but when he lay down, the lid of the wine pot fell off and splashed his face. He hurriedly stuck out his tongue to lick it, but he didn't lick it much, and then shook the wine pot, and it was gone.

When others saw him like this, they laughed at him one after another.

"Hey, fool, there is still on the ground, hurry up and lick it!"

"Hurry up, or it's gone!"

"This is wine, your lifeblood!"

Yan Mu stood up amid the sound of cheering, staggered forward, and grabbed the one who smiled the most fiercely.

"Oh, this fool is angry!" The man was still laughing.

Yan Mu still had no expression on his face, but at this time he swung his fist, but before he could swing it up, the man kicked him out first. He was like a pool of mud, directly slapped on the ground.

"A waste, I want to hit someone!"

Seeing that the wine shop could not get the money back, he yelled to arrest Yan Mu and go to the government office. At this time, a man rushed over and blocked Yan Mu.

"Brother, you are fine. If you allow us for another two days, I will definitely pay back the money for the wine!"

"For two days to let you go? For two years to let you go, can you be repaid?"

"Can, can, two years..."

"You damn, are you looking for a fight?"

The guy punched the beggar in the face, and the beggar still smiled: "It's useless to beat us to death. It's better to give us a few days, right?"

"Hey, you're playing a scoundrel, right? This is not Darong. We Beijin don't want to be with you!"

The guy was young and strong and wanted to fight, but then a ingot of silver was thrown in front of him.

He turned around and saw a beautiful woman. Although she was dressed in plain clothes, her eyebrows were cold and arrogant, which made people dare not look down on her.

"What do you mean, lady?"

"How much money does he owe your family?"

"Uh, one hundred and twenty-six taels."

Liu Yunxiang's eyes were sharp, "You go to the South Red Building of East Street to check out."

"You want to pay the debt for him?"

“No?”

My friend, "Of course I can't get it!"

He looked at the silver on the ground again, "This silver is also paid back?"

"Want?" Liu Yunxiang raised her eyebrows.

The guy showed joy on his face, "Of course I thought."

"Kneel down and pick it up."

"ah?"

"Don't?"

Many of the onlookers shouted: "He refuses, we are willing! Don't say you're kneeling down, you can kowtow three times!"

Liu Yunxiang sneered coldly, then took out his purse from his arms and grabbed a handful of broken silver. "If you want, kneel down and pick it up."

She threw it away and the silver fell all over the ground.

The people watching at the moment and the gang knelt down to pick them up and rob them, pushing me, and shoving you, and they all surrounded Yan Mu and knelt in front of him.

These people got the money and scattered.

After being shocked, the beggar kept slapping his chest, "Oh, how much money is this? You just threw it out like this. I, a beggar, can't save one or two taels a year."

Liu Yunxiang didn't look at him, but looked at Yan Mu.

He stood up with his arms, looked around blankly, and his eyes passed by without stopping, and then he left shakingly.

"How could he become like this?"

The beggar looked at Yan Mu's back as he walked away and sighed: "Before coming to Beijin, Shangguan Xu poured him a bottle of poison. The poison damaged his internal organs and only left a breath to survive until Jin'an. Then he was sent to the palace. In order to avenge his son, the Emperor of Beijin broke one of his legs. When he was sent out, he was already dying. Fortunately, he met Chongming and tried his best to treat him for three months before he rescued the person. However, all his martial arts were lost, his tendons and veins were damaged, and his body was ruined."

Liu Yunxiang's eyes couldn't help but turn red when she heard this.

"In the battle between Beijin and Darong, he killed countless soldiers of Beijin, and the people of Beijin hated him for not being as good as possible. Darong sent him in, which was equivalent to relieving his hatred to Beijin. Everyone could step on him. What's even more terrifying is that he had no idea of ​​survival and was drunk all day long, like a walking corpse."

Liu Yunxiang's tears fell, and she looked at the back and disappeared at the end of the street.
Chapter completed!