Today's Qianjiao Street is one of the largest streets in Jianghuang City. It is prosperous and vast, and is home to countless magnificent mansions and aristocratic families.
But as early as 20,000 years ago, this was not the case here.
At that time, Qianjiao Street was called Pingyang Street. Not to mention dilapidated, it was just an ordinary street, sparsely populated, deserted and decadent.
When Emperor Jiang was just the most inconspicuous prince and was not favored by the late emperor because his mother's family was not prominent, his residence was located here.
Ten thousand years to the east of the river, ten thousand years to the west of the river.
After thousands of years of keeping a low profile and strategizing, he finally became a blockbuster. Emperor Jiang defeated the other crown princes in one move and was designated as the crown prince by the soon-to-be-enthroned late emperor.
Soon after the former emperor died and the new emperor ascended the throne, Pingyang Street became the most popular street in Jianghuang City because of the old residence of the new emperor. It was even proposed by the ministers of the DPRK to change its name to Qianjiao Street, and Emperor Jiang readily agreed.
As the saying goes, one emperor and one courtier, a new emperor ascends the throne, and a group of new forces rise boldly.
Those who had followed and supported Emperor Jiang on his ascension to the throne all paid homage to the Prime Minister one by one, and built their residences on this Qianjiao Street.
It is no exaggeration to say that this street was the most prominent street during Emperor Jiang's period. Many of the princely and aristocratic families located in it were the loyal and powerful ministers of the late Emperor Jiang!
Nowadays, the seven dragons of the Jiang Dynasty are fighting for the throne. Although the eldest prince Jiang Jiye controls the entire imperial city, this Qianjiao Street is an exception, and the eldest prince has been working hard to fight for it. Not only the eldest prince, but also the other six princes are secretly
Each shows his talent and competes with each other.
This is enough to prove how important this street is to the Jiang Dynasty.
Not long after, a group of young and beautiful women strolled here, looking at the bustling and noisy scene. Their bright eyes were very calm and unruffled.
Although this is one of the most prosperous streets in Dajiang, it is far different from Qingyun Street in Luodu, which makes Liu Huai not interested at all.
A very magnificent manor.
Han Mansion.
The door that had been closed for many years was finally opened.
The eight red-striped Jiuyou were divided into two rows, kneeling on one knee, holding the handle of the hip knife tightly with their left hand, holding their knees with their right hand, and respectfully said: "Welcome Your Highness."
Their voices startled the people on the street, who all looked sideways and were very surprised.
"Your Highness?"
"Is this mansion that has not been inhabited for many years the mansion of any of our royal family members?"
someone asked.
The person next to him shook his head, expressing his ignorance.
Black shadows with silver streaks appeared out of thin air like ghosts. The Han sword around the waist was one-fifth out of its sheath, driving away the crowd of curious people watching. The indifferent faces hidden under the black hats were full of disdain.
How can the Jiang royal family compare with our Han royal family?
The young man took a few glances at the mansion in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, and was about to step in when he suddenly heard a dull sound not far away.
An eight or nine-year-old boy with a weakened figure, a dirty face, and patches on his clothes was kicked to the ground hard.
"Bah, you stinky beggar, you don't even look at where this place is, why are you coming here to beg for food? Get out of here, or I'll break your legs again!"
boom.
The door of the mansion was closed heavily.
Liu Huai raised his head and glanced at the golden plaque hanging above the mansion.
Royal gift, Dingbo Imperial Palace.
The young man withdrew his gaze very calmly and stepped forward.
The emperor has no mercy.
Zixuan and Lu Shishi hesitated for a moment, looked at each other, and then could only follow the young man's footsteps into the mansion.
Xiao Wufeng stopped where he was and stared at the boy.
Beside him, Shen Du frowned, his eyes glowing red, full of compassion.
Xue Feier also stayed here.
The boy struggled to stand up, grinning, as if his body was in pain, and the kick was very heavy. If the servant had exerted more force, he might not be able to stand up again today.
He staggered as he walked, and his dirty bangs covered most of his eyes.
He continued to knock on the next door, but before he could say anything, the servant just looked at him and drove him away with disgust.
However, since he didn't hit him, the boy was considered friendly in his heart.
In the wild world, the strong are respected and the weak are like dogs, let alone ordinary people, let alone beggars.
In this world, don't expect anyone to sympathize with you or pity you.
Because in some wealthy families, you can't even compare to a family dog.
The boy was not discouraged. He was already hungry and bruised and had no reason to give up. Under the overpass in Xicheng District, his four-year-old sister was about to starve to death.
If he dies, his sister cannot die either.
This was what he had promised his adoptive father.
The next house is Liu Huai's mansion.
The boy staggered forward step by step, and suddenly felt that he was enveloped in a shadow.
Dragging his exhausted body, he raised his head with difficulty and saw a gentle and elegant face. He thought for a while and said seriously: "Sir, can you lend me two steamed buns? I will return them."
This is the first time in Xiao Wufeng's life that someone borrowed steamed buns and wanted to return them.
However, the boy's tone was very serious, and his voice was very deep and stubborn, not at all like the voice of an eight or nine-year-old child.
Seeing Xiao Wufeng being silent for a long time, the boy's eyes dimmed, thinking that the other party disagreed, and laughed at him inwardly.
Then, with an expressionless face, he slowly knelt down, his eyes calm.
Although his ancestor Cang Lan is only nine years old now, in these nine years, he has only knelt down to his adoptive father and adoptive mother.
Now, as a last resort, get down and kneel to the person in front of you.
He was once the proud son of heaven. He became famous at the age of only nine. He was a child prodigy and a peerless monster.
In a catastrophic disaster, his cultivation was destroyed and his family was destroyed.
He has his own dignity. He may starve to death standing up, but his four-year-old sister must not die!
This was his adoptive father's last instruction to him.
Otherwise, he would not be able to face the ghost of his adoptive father on the road to hell.
After walking for a day, the sun sets in the west. This mansion is the last mansion on this street that he has the strength to walk to. It is also his last choice and hope.
"Please sir, lend me two steamed buns!"
Still borrowing.
OOO.
Zu Canglan begged, and then slowly kowtowed.
This knock shattered his dignity, and perhaps also the righteous and chivalrous heart of the past.
The world has never "loved" me, and I will no longer pity this world in the future!
Xiao Wufeng stopped the boy from kowtowing in time.