Someone next to me pulled Qingcheng's sleeve: "Sir, what crime did the woman above commit?"
Turning his head, the man seemed surprised by Qingcheng's beauty. He was stunned for a moment. When Qingcheng didn't answer, he looked at the portrait on the notice again.
"Let's go." Qingcheng pulled Butterfly with a guilty conscience and squeezed out of the crowd.
The Ministry of Punishment is all looking for him. He must have been involved in something and committed a heinous crime. Otherwise, the emperor would not have posted public announcements to arrest him. Qingcheng thought about it, Butterfly stared ahead, and shouted nervously in a low voice.
He said: "Miss."
Qingcheng raised his head and came face to face with Butler Wang of the Yan Mansion and his people looking around on the street.
Pulling the butterfly, he dodges to the street and lowers his head, pretending to look at the kite on the stall. From the corner of his eye, Butler Wang and someone are walking past behind.
He let out a long breath, and the hands tightly holding Butterfly shed a thin stream of sweat.
The general's palace is looking for me, and the emperor is also looking for me. It seems that I can't stay in this imperial capital anymore.
"Butterfly, let's leave the imperial capital! If we continue to stay here, it will be a dead end."
"Where the lady goes, Butterfly will go there too." Butterfly looked at Qingcheng, his eyes full of determination.
He needed travel expenses to leave here and found a pawn shop. Qingcheng took out all the things he carried: Qingqing's hairpin and an earring, Qingze's fan, Qingyang's dagger, and Jingren's sleeve arrows.
He was reluctant to take it off. Qingcheng did not dare to take the prince's jade plaque for fear of causing trouble. Of course, Yifei's night pearl was not included in the sale.
"They're all dead."
The shopkeeper became interested and fiddled with the pile of things: "Does the young master really take it all seriously?"
Qingcheng thought about it and took back the dagger: "How much do you think the rest is worth?"
As soon as the shopkeeper displayed Qingze's fan, his eyes immediately lit up. He looked at the dagger in Qingcheng's hand with a cunning light in his eyes: "If you include the dagger in the master's hand, I think it is only worth a hundred taels at most."
Qingcheng looked at the dagger in his hand, which was inlaid with rubies, and cursed in his heart: The heart is really dark! Is it still wrong for the young master of the Yan family to like something that can be kept with him every day?
He took the fan from the shopkeeper's hand, unfolded it, and looked at the painting on the fan: "This is a handiwork by a famous artist. I think the shopkeeper must know more about it than me."
Sure enough, the shopkeeper immediately became anxious: "We can discuss the price, sir, don't be angry."
Qingcheng still looked at him with a smile and said nothing.
The shopkeeper looked at Qingcheng and stretched out three fingers: "Three hundred taels."
Qingcheng still said nothing and looked directly at him.
The shopkeeper was so frightened that he gritted his teeth and said with a cry: "One thousand taels, sir, I'm really going to the end."
"Okay, deal."
He only had some scraps of silver for Butterfly to keep, and the rest was changed into silver notes and placed in Qingcheng's pocket. Qingcheng knew better than anyone that a penny could stump the heroic Han Dynasty.
"Miss, you are so awesome." Along the way, Butterfly was full of praise and admiration for Qingcheng.
"hehe."
A man passed by on horseback. Qingcheng just glanced at him and hurriedly pulled Butterfly away: "It's the Jingren."
"Why is he out on the street when he's not at home with the bride?" Qingcheng looked over in a secluded area, only to see Jingren stop at one place, and several figures quickly gathered towards him.
Jingren's cold voice came from a distance: "Have you found Miss Qingcheng?"
"Come back to the capital to comfort your lord, they searched the streets and alleys of the imperial capital, even the inns and restaurants, and only found this." One person raised his hand and held up the thing in his hand, which was the hairpin used to pay for the house in Qingcheng last night.
Jingren raised his hand and took it: "Where did you find it?"
"Sir, I'm in a remote inn in the north of the city." Before the man could finish his words, Jingren had already bolted out like an arrow.
Jingblade is also looking for him! He can't stay here for long.
Why do the people who are looking forward to it not show up, but the people who are not looking forward to it come in droves?
Qingcheng, who was thinking about how to get out of the imperial capital, suddenly found that he was blocked by someone, and this person was also the housekeeper of Yan Mansion.
"Fourth Miss, please come back with me!" Butler Wang looked at Qingcheng and said with a sinister smile.
"Old man, I think you have mistaken the person. There is no young lady here." Qingcheng pulled Butterfly and said in a rough voice while holding his throat.
"Then what is this?" Butler Wang still smiled at Qingcheng and spread out the items in his hand in front of Qingcheng. They were the items she had pawned not long ago.
Butterfly's face turned pale in shock, and he held Qingcheng's hand tighter.
Butler Wang waved his hand: "Come here, take the Fourth Miss back. If you don't comply, you will be killed or injured." Several people nearby quickly approached Qingcheng and the others.
He let go of Butterfly's hand, quickly took out the dagger that he had almost pawned just now, and pulled it out of its sheath. He placed the gleaming blade on Butler Wang's fat neck and said fiercely: "Don't come over here, or I'll kill you."
he."
The people who came around were stunned, and then walked towards Qingcheng. Qingcheng took the butterfly with one hand and stuffed it behind his back.
As soon as he tightened his grip, there was immediately a bloody gash on the fat white neck. Butler Wang screamed like a killing pig: "Don't come over, you all, don't come over."
Looking at the people who stopped, Qingcheng ordered: "Everyone stand against the wall and turn their backs."
Seeing those people hesitate, Qingcheng immediately tightened the dagger in his hand and said with a smile: "Steward Wang, it seems they have no intention of letting you go back alive."
"Be brave, you guys are trying to save your life. If you don't do what the Fourth Miss said, you all want me to die, don't you!" Butler Wang shouted hysterically. This trick really worked. Those people all turned their backs and stood against the wall obediently.
in a row.
Seeing that there was already a commotion on the street, Qingcheng wanted to make a quick decision. He pressed Butler Wang hard and ignored his screams like a slaughtering pig. He said loudly: "You all take off your belts and throw them over here."
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Before Qingcheng could speak again, Butler Wang had already yelled: "Do as she says."
The belt was thrown over, and Qingcheng asked Butterfly to take it all. He pushed Butler Wang, picked up Butterfly and ran away.
The angry shouts from behind shook the sky: "Yan Qingcheng, I will cut you into pieces."
Smiling, he let the butterfly throw those belts into the water. He looked back inadvertently and was shocked.