"I see, it's getting late, let's go back." Qiong Ying glanced downstairs, showing no interest. So she had robbed their private room No. 17 two years ago.
After going downstairs, the three of them boarded the carriage and drove away slowly.
People who bought their favorites at the auction, or who had very few gold coins left, also left one after another.
The summer in July was a bit sultry. Near noon, the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, and even the vendors who bought books and newspapers closed their stalls.
There was a burst of cursing from the front, and several big men were surrounding a small thing and beating it. Passers-by were already used to this scene.
"You damn beggar, how dare you steal even my uncle's money?" Several rough voices mingled together.
"I didn't steal it, get out of here..." The little boy in ragged clothes and with a stained face curled up into a ball, raised his stubborn little face, and glared at the big man fiercely.
"I found it on you and you said you didn't steal it? How dare you tell me to get out? I'm tired of living with you!" He slapped her loudly.
There was a thud, and the boy's thin body was vulnerable to a blow. The boy fell into the corner, his forehead bleeding and his mouth full of blood.
Several big men were blocking the way, and the black wooden carriage had to stop. The curses reached the ears of the people inside.
When Ye Chen was about to take a detour, a very soft sound came from the car and it stopped.
A small corner of the car curtain was lifted up, revealing a small slit, which was a small, flawless white hand with clear bones and a little baby fat, but still slender and powerful.
The black wooden carriage stopped. Ye Chen and Wu Xin watched the abuse in front of them with cold eyes, waiting for her instructions calmly.
"I want that child."
The voice is like a warbler's warbler, crisp yet delicate, full of joy, sweet to the ear, and an excellent voice.
In the hot summer, this sound is like the cool breeze blowing, the spring rain moistens things, refreshing the heart and mind.
Everyone looked at the source of the sound, and saw that it was a snow-silver carriage. The silver bead curtains collided gently, emitting a pleasant music.
The curses suddenly stopped, the voices of passers-by also stopped one after another, and the surrounding area was quiet, as if they were still intoxicated by that wonderful sound.
"Why don't you help him up quickly? Didn't you hear what the young lady said?" The pretty maid in green pointed at the little boy and shouted, signaling to the guards behind her to take the boy away.
The black car curtain was lowered, and a very soft voice came out: "Wuxin, I want that child."
Wu Xin was slightly surprised, then nodded respectfully: "Yes, Master."
Under the command of the maid in green, the well-dressed guards immediately went over and dragged the little boy away.
Several big men dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything. They knew at a glance that the people in the snow-silver carriage were either rich or noble, and they did not dare to offend him. After all, they had already got the money back, and the little beggar could not sell it for much.
The girl in plain clothes wearing a veil came and stopped in front of the guards and maids: "Let this child go."
Everyone present was looking forward to it, who is this veiled girl?
A knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that the snow-silver carriage is made of extremely rare snow-silver fir wood and is worth tens of thousands of gold.
In Jinli's hierarchy, even ordinary dignitaries do not have the right to ride in such a carriage, so the status of the person in the carriage must be extremely noble.
What kind of good luck did this little beggar have to attract such a noble person to rescue him? This veiled girl was so ignorant that she dared to blatantly fight for people.