But in his heart, Gou Dan felt that stray dogs ate better than him. For example, the man who sold steamed buns and often beat and scolded him would give the dog a few buns as charity, but he would never give Gou Dan half a bun.
Dog Egg learned to steal and rob in this kind of life, but his clumsy skills often left him without food and he was always hungry until he met the old beggar.
The day Gou Dan met the old beggar, he was beaten half to death by the man who sold sesame cakes. People around him stood by, pointing and whispering, but no one came to his rescue.
Only a dirty old beggar stepped forward and exchanged him for three coins. From then on, Gou Dan changed his name to Xiao Qi.
In the old beggar's words, he had saved so many beggars that he happened to be the seventh in line, so he was called Xiao Qi (Little Seven).
This time, Xiaoqi learned the art of thievery from the old beggar and learned how to steal things without anyone noticing. From then on, Xiaoqi rarely had the chance to be particularly hungry.
However, this time the old beggar fell ill and needed a lot of money for treatment. Xiao Qi started to feel hungry again, so he took the money he had secretly taken and prepared to use it to treat the old beggar.
He had inquired about the Peking Opera performance on Donglin Street. Because a lot of people would be coming to perform, there might even be some rich young men. Xiao Qi thought that he might not only be able to steal all the money the old beggar had for medical treatment, but also have a good meal!
With this idea in mind, Xiao Qi looked at the crowd around him more carefully, wanting to find a wealthy young master.
There was a large crowd watching the play, and Xiao Qi quickly found his target: a handsome young man in a red robe standing at the front. He was watching the performance intently, and the purse at his waist was bulging, indicating that he had a lot of money.
Xiao Qi looked around and, finding no guards beside the wealthy young man, grew even bolder.
The timid young boy, with a clear purpose, squeezed his way toward the young man in red.
Wu Yong, who was suddenly bumped, looked down and saw a dirty child passing by. He frowned subconsciously and said, "Hey, kid, be careful."
Xiaoqi left quickly without saying a word.
Wu Yong didn't take it seriously, assuming that the child had been pushed over by too many people.
He patted the dust off his clothes, and in that instant, he froze.
Wu Yong looked down and saw that, sure enough, where he had placed his purse, only half of the rope holding the purse was hanging there.
Remembering the little beggar he had just bumped into, Wu Yong couldn't help but curse:
"Damn it! This little beggar dares to steal from Grandpa Wu."
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In the crowd, Wu Yong hurriedly chased after the fleeing beggar. Along the way, the people who were jostled grumbled, but when their eyes fell on the young man whose clothes were clearly not ordinary, they dared not utter a sound.
Wu Yong snorted coldly and continued chasing after the little beggar.
Damn it, this little beggar actually stole from a young master of a general's mansion! Even if he has to dig three feet into the ground, he will find him!
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In a short while, Xiao Qi looked at the red-clad youth chasing after him with a face full of fear. He gritted his teeth and squeezed towards the direction with the largest crowd, trying to use people to block Wu Yong's view and escape.
Xiao Qi, unaware of the general direction, was running towards Qing Yin.
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Qingyin, who was watching the show intently, didn't notice that the child-shaped projectile that suddenly flew towards her was hit squarely by Xiaoqi.
"Ah, Miss!"
Qingyin fell to the ground, her veil falling off her face and onto the ground, and the lively scene around her suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Xianglian quickly helped her mistress up, glaring angrily at the little beggar who had also fallen.
People around her stared at her with either amazement or shock. Qingyin touched her face but couldn't find her veil. Xianglian seemed to sense the strange atmosphere and moved closer to her mistress, trying to block Qingyin's figure with her body.
Unfortunately, she only had one angle, blocking one side, so other people could still see it.
Qingyin frowned slightly. Her veil had fallen to the ground, and she didn't want to wear it anymore for the time being.
Despite the intense gazes of those around her, Qingyin felt somewhat reassured by the presence of several strong guards beside her.
After figuring things out, Qingyin turned her attention to the culprit who had forced her to reveal her face.
The dirty, skinny child who had bumped into her earlier was lying on the ground, staring blankly at her. The child, so thin that his eyes bulged out, was filled with innocent amazement at her.
Seeing the child's pitiful state, Qingyin felt no longer annoyed at being accidentally knocked down.
However, such a young child rarely survived in ancient times. Qingyin had an idea and prepared to find a place for the child.
The voice of the newcomer interrupted Qingyin's thoughts.
Wu Yong, who had chased Xiao Qi around for a while, was now furious. Despite having learned martial arts from the old man, he just couldn't catch this little brat!
This little brat wanders around like an eel, which infuriates Wu Yong. Every time he tries to catch him, the kid slips under someone's crotch, truly going wherever there are many people.
Wu Yong, who had been so focused on his clothes, was now running away and only wanted to catch the little rascal. He watched as the child in front of him, in his panic, seemed to bump into a woman and fall to the ground.
Wu Yong's eyes lit up, and he lunged viciously at the little beggar on the ground.
"Ha, got you! You thief!"
"Ha, you little beggar, you dare to steal from your Grandpa Wu? Let's see how I teach you a lesson!"
Because his attention was so focused on the little beggar he had caught, Wu Yong didn't notice the eerie silence around him.
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