Song Qingtang let go of the girl, looked at where Xia Zhaoyi was sitting just now, and sneered again.
I thought she was really fearless, and said that the Tianrong Guards were not as scary as her, but now she turned around and ran away.
Guo Ting was just behind Song Qingtang. When he heard that the girl was gone, he felt a sense of loss in his heart. He had many things to ask her.
But now was not the time to dwell on this. He spoke to Song Qingtang, and then went to pack up the items with Pan Binhua.
Song Qingtang didn't want to stay any longer. Firstly, he had no friendship with the people of Tianrong Guard. Secondly, if he stayed here, once those people started asking questions, the people around him might start talking nonsense again.
The tongue's struggle for glory and limelight has gone, and when the time comes, he won't even be able to pick it off.
Therefore, Song Qingtang also left.
However, he didn't go far and found a place to stay sheltered from the wind. About two hours later, he turned back.
The sky has gradually brightened, and fires of all sizes are still burning all over the mountain. People who are extremely sleepy are either sitting next to each other, or scattered, sleeping on the spot.
The man on duty was leaning over there, too sleepy, yawning with tears streaming down his face, so he didn't even notice the two thieves who were mingling among the crowd and quietly putting their hands into other people's pockets.
The two thieves were cautious at first, but gradually realized that no one had seen them, and they became bolder.
A thief looked for the wind, and a thief touched his pocket. When the small blade gradually cut open the clothes of a sleeping big man, a big hand suddenly came from behind and grabbed his wrist.
The thief was startled, and before he had time to raise his head, he was carried away by someone.
Song Qingtang pulled him aside and said coldly: "You're so brave!"
The thief recognized him and quickly begged for mercy.
Song Qingtang didn't want to waste time and asked directly: "What are those Tianrong guards here for?"
Of course the little thief knew Tianrongwei. Hearing this, he said first: "Master, please don't give me away. I didn't take much. I have a mother at home, and she..."
There was a crisp sound of "zheng", and before the little thief could finish his words, he saw a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, and then a cold dagger was placed on his neck. The blade was sharp and penetrated directly into the flesh, causing blood to seep out.
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The cold light carried by the weapon had a natural coercion. The little thief tensed up and his unfinished words were stuck in his throat. He looked at the tall military master in front of him with fear and fawning.
"Tell me," Song Qingtang said in a cold voice, "What are those Tianrong Guards here for? I don't want to hear unnecessary nonsense."
"He, they came to investigate about those birds today."
"anything else?"
"No more." said the little thief.
Song Qingtang paused slightly and said, "That's it?"
The little thief thought for a moment and then said: "Also, I asked who the person who came to deliver things to us today was, but no one could answer. After all, that group of people didn't say anything. Then these days Rong Wei
It's very fierce, as if it wants to eat us, but it doesn't use force..."
"What about others? Is there anything else?"
"Others?" The little thief shook his head, "No, no more."
That's good.
Song Qingtang thought and let go of the dagger.
The little thief's sense of oppression did not dissipate because of this. He looked at the dagger in Song Qingtang's hand uneasily, fearing that he would suddenly get angry and not want to let him go.
Song Qingtang looked at the bright sky in the east. He hadn't slept all night. His energy was not much better, and his temper was even worse. He said with a little irritability: "You send back those stolen things, I will be there."
I'm watching you here. Don't do these sneaky things in the future, otherwise your hands will be waiting to be chopped off. If you are discovered by me today, you will definitely be discovered by others in the future. If you do any unjust things, you will be punished.
Others may not be as willing to let you go as I am today."
The little thief was delighted and thanked him hurriedly.
Song Qingtang waved his hand impatiently: "Get out!"
"Yes, yes, little one, get out of here! Get out of here!"
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Several days of city confinement have not allowed the streets to recover for a while. Even in the busiest early morning, there are not many people going to the market now.
There is still an unpleasant smell of smoke in the air. What happened on the rooftop yesterday was spread back to the city at night last night and gradually spread. Everyone knew what the smell of smoke was. It was not just about burning those who burned it.
Bird corpses arose, and there were even rumors that those who died in the chaos were also thrown directly in and burned.
Since dusk yesterday, there have been many people running on the street. Cars, horses and troops came and went. It was as if the tens of thousands of densely packed jackdaws had not been burned to death. They were still permeating the streets, covering the entire city with an overwhelming
Above Kyoto, even the entire world still has the surname Li.
The business inside the store got even worse. The waiter was sitting at the door, dozing out of boredom, looking at the streets with only a few people, sighing in his heart that the people were having a hard time.
The sound of footsteps coming downstairs was heard from behind. The waiter looked back, was startled, stood up and said, "Young guest."
"Brother, do you have white-flour steamed buns?" Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile.
"No, didn't you come back last night? Why did you come downstairs now?" The man looked at this child who was always elusive and felt really strange.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and said: "Brother, I want two white-faced steamed buns. If they are not freshly made, then what are they? Just bring them to my room."
"Yes, there are white-flour steamed buns, but you..."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and turned back upstairs.
The boy really couldn't figure it out, but he didn't think about it anymore. After being a boy for so many years and meeting so many people, he knew best what kind of people could do well.
After getting the steamed buns and soup, the waiter sent them upstairs.
The child was mending a sandbag in the house. The man looked at her a few more times, but without asking any questions, he told her to eat and drink well, and gave her any instructions. He also took her five copper coins as a reward, and then left.
"Is it a sandbag?" The man came out and stood at the door of her room, curiously muttering to himself, "What are you doing sewing this for?"
Xia Zhaoyi sewed for a long time, wrapping the last few stitches around a knot, and then cut the thread short.
The weight of several sandbags was just right, which was very suitable for her current body. She raised one foot and stepped on the chair, wrapping the sandbags around them.
With both feet tied, she got up and walked a few steps in the room. She felt pretty good, and then came back to pack her things.
She wrapped the two steamed buns in a clean cloth and stuffed them into her small pocket. Then she held the bowl in both hands, blew in the hot air from it, and lowered her head to drink the soup.
The door of the room was suddenly knocked at this moment. Xia Zhaoyi paused and looked up.
The sound of knocking on the door was too unfriendly, and after a few more knocks, the person outside the door said angrily: "It's me!"
It was Song Qingtang's voice.
Xia Zhaoyi frowned, thinking that this person was so annoying, why did he still linger around?
