Chapter 52 Street Fight (Two chapters combined)



Those around were stunned when they heard the outsider's offer.

Although tiger skins are expensive, they shouldn't be this expensive. In fact, other stalls also sell tiger skins, but the usual transaction price is around 5 taels. But this tiger skin doubled the price.

"Brother, you really have a good eye."

Zheng Quchi was right; this Mr. White Bear was clearly not short of money, and she was overjoyed.

With these ten taels of silver, she could not only pay off the unmarried tax she owed the government in one go, but also buy four coats from the shop, enough for everyone in her family to have a warm winter.

Just when she thought the deal was a done deal, an unexpected event occurred. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed on the bluestone pavement of the street. At the north gate, a troop of elite soldiers rushed forward, then split into two ranks, carrying gleaming longswords, spears, and sturdy shields to clear the way. The line stretched for a full half-mile.

Their soldiers were powerful and arrogant, inspiring awe.

The ordinary people and vendors on the street had never seen such a large-scale military gathering before. They were all frightened and quickly stood close to the wall, afraid of being pierced by the cold glint of sharp weapons.

But that wasn't all. Just as everyone was wondering who these troops were clearing the way for, a troop of heavily armored cavalrymen swept past like billowing clouds.

First were four lieutenants, surrounding one person on either side.

The man wore a black crown adorned with the spirit of the gods, draped in dragon scale armor, a scarlet cloak, and a taotie belt. The striking contrast of black and red colors created a unique and vivid presence—Yuwen Sheng.

Zheng Quchi gasped.

His masked, cold figure was reflected in her light brown pupils. This was the third time she had seen him, yet it was still breathtaking.

Ai?

Wait, wait, he seems to be getting closer and closer?

Why does it seem like he's... running towards her?

Zheng Quchi is a typical example of someone with a guilty conscience; he scared himself half to death.

Why is he here?

Could it be that Yuwen Sheng discovered she was an assassin and spy sent by the Mo family and planned to execute her on the spot?

Is it really necessary to go to such lengths to capture such a small Karami?

Just as she was about to run away, Yuwen Sheng and his lieutenants reined in their horses and stopped about ten meters away from her.

However, the chilling aura that had rushed in on horseback was not stopped by it. Instead, its arrogant momentum, which made people submit and prostrate themselves, swept over their faces.

Yuwen Sheng's cloak billowed arrogantly behind him, and beneath the terrifying mask, lips smeared with blood uttered: "Gongshu Jiruo?"

What?

What if the public loses?

This name... isn't it calling her?

Zheng Quchi belatedly looked to the side and saw the "Mr. White Bear" standing very close to her. Could it be the "Gongshu Jiruo" that Yuwen Sheng had called him?

Such an elegant and refined name couldn't possibly belong to that nine-foot-tall man.

She realized she might have made a mistake; she wasn't the main character at all, not even a supporting character. So she quickly lowered her head and quietly avoided trouble like everyone else, becoming a proper passerby—no, a passerby D.

However, the name sounded familiar; she felt like she had heard it somewhere before.

Beneath the veil of clouds, Gongshu Jiruo slowly lowered his hands, which were tucked into his sleeves and folded in front of his chest, and waved for the saw to move aside.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd and the pressure of a thousand soldiers, he remained as calm and composed as when he was parading and selling goods in the street.

"General Yuwen, I have come to Ye Kingdom as you wished. I wonder if it is possible to send my younger sister back to Beiyuan Kingdom?"

"I'm afraid that won't work. She still owes me a life-saving grace. If she returns to Beiyuan Kingdom, who will repay this debt?" Yuwen Sheng asked with a smile.

Gongshu Jiruo sighed, "The Gongshu family is not used by other countries. I'm sorry, but if I marry my younger sister to General Yuwen, this precedent can be broken."

Everyone except Yuwen Sheng changed their expressions upon hearing these words.

Gongshu Jiruo actually wants to marry Gongshu Lan to the general?!

Wei Yao and Wang Zebang, however, had solemn expressions. If this had happened earlier, they might have had some thoughts, but now it was too late; their general had already married.

Yuwen Sheng: "Is this the idea of ​​the Gongshu family, or is it the idea of ​​you, Gongshu Jiruo?"

Gongshu Jiruo: "Is there a difference?"

His tone was casual, but the unquestionable tone revealed the domineering nature hidden beneath his calm words.

His idea of ​​Gongshu Jiruo is the same as the idea of ​​the Gongshu family.

Yuwen Sheng tightened his grip on the reins, an irrepressible surge of wicked thoughts rising within him. He listened with delight and enjoyment to Gongshu Jiruo's information. Listen to how valuable Gongshu Jiruo was; he was absolutely worth the effort and time he had spent on him, wasn't he?

Zheng Quchi glanced at Yuwen Sheng secretly and couldn't help but shiver.

The man's pupils swirled with a dark, turbulent energy, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. In any case, he seemed even more morbid.

She picked up the tiger skin, intending to escape this tense and dangerous place, but unexpectedly, she was stopped by the nine-foot-tall man.

He looked at her with his narrowed eyes: "My husband wants this leather. Keep it."

His shout wasn't particularly loud, but it still drew the attention of everyone present.

Vendors, civilians, soldiers... and the person she least wanted to face at that moment.

Zheng Quchi wished he could dig a hole and bury himself to avoid trouble, while also burying half of this nine-foot-tall man in the hole.

The kind where the head is down!

She said through gritted teeth in a low voice, "I won't sell it anymore, let me go."

But he was as stubborn as a mule, and said in a rough voice, "No."

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