Yang family? Looking for a bride?

Yun Jiao raised her eyebrows. She had heard many people talking about this matter along the way. Since the Yang family was the top family in Lanzhou City, as long as she stayed here for ten days or half a month, she would be able to find the force that specialized in smuggling weapons soon.

It was getting late, so she prepared to find an inn to stay. Her hand naturally reached for her purse, but it was empty.

Be alert immediately.

When she looked up, she saw a ragged, beggar-like child who looked at her. He immediately lowered his head guiltily and ran away.

"stop!"

Yun Jiao frowned and started chasing after him.

Without money, she couldn't move forward. She didn't want to sleep on the street on the first day away from home. Besides, she would be staying in Lanzhou City for a while.

The beggar ran away and Yun Jiao chased him.

The streets were crowded with people coming and going, making it difficult to run, and it was even more difficult to catch up with others as there were obstacles everywhere.

Yun Jiao was light in stature and had inherited her mother's martial arts. Uncle Jing had also taught her a lot, so with her martial arts skills at her disposal, she could catch up quickly.

Just when he was about to catch up, the beggar got so panicked that he lost his way and jumped into a building.

This is a building full of wine and women, that kind of place... the light is dim, the candlelight is blurry, men are intoxicated, women are giggling, and there are pairs here and there.

The beggar ran to the stairs.

Yun Jiao strode forward, grabbed the railing to gain leverage and ran, then kicked the beggar in the back.

“Ouch!”

The beggar rolled over and fell on the stairwell on the second floor. The money bag in his hand flew out and was caught steadily by a bare hand.

"Don't hit me! Please, I haven't eaten for three days!" The beggar was a little boy of eleven or twelve years old. He was dressed in rags, his face was covered with dirt, and he was kneeling on the ground crying with a pale and thin face.

Seeing this, Yun Jiao was angry, but he still took a piece of silver from his purse and threw it to him:

"These five taels of silver can help you get by with food and a bit of comfort. Do some work yourself and stop doing this kind of thing!"

"Yes, yes! Thank you, sister. Thank you!"

The beggar boy hurriedly picked up the silver, knelt down and kowtowed several times, then ran out with gratitude.

Yun Jiao put her purse close to her body, carefully checked her belongings, and was about to go down the stairs to leave when a dozen girls swarmed up below:

"Ah! Hurry up!"

"Master Ling is here, it's my turn to serve you this time!"

"Mr. Ling..."

Yun Jiao wanted to go downstairs, but the stairs were so narrow that instead of going down, she was squeezed by a dozen women and forced to go up to the second floor, where she was pushed into a room.

"Ah! Master Ling, I'm here~~"

She was pushed to the ground and looked up to see a dozen women, twisting their slender waists, their swaying bodies like floating seaweed, pouncing on a man in fancy clothes, each of them looking hungry, like a wolves pouncing on their prey.

One man, a dozen women, really...good health.

There were too many people and the man’s face could not be seen.

She wasn't interested either.

She stood up, dusted herself off and was about to go downstairs when a waiter thrust a tray of drinks into her hands.

"What are you still standing there for? Go and pour some wine for Master Ling and serve him well."

She was stunned: "I..."

"What do you mean? Are you new here? Why are you wearing so many clothes? Take them off quickly. Here, you are not allowed to wear more than three pieces of clothes, including a bellyband and shorts." After the waiter said this, he pushed her into the room and closed the door.

“…”

Only now did she see the man's face clearly.