"Someone's been killed! Someone's been killed by the carriage!"
In front of the carriage, there was a dirty and old beggar lying.
He lay straight on the ground with his eyes closed.
The person who was shouting was naturally not him, but two or three enthusiastic people who were "watching the fun".
They either look shifty or rude and unreasonable. Anyway, a few of them have already been exposed - I am not a good person!
"Beggars are human beings too, why are they running around like that?"
"Is there still justice? Is there still law? Can a rich man's wife just hit anyone she wants?"
"Someone come and look! Someone's been hit! The rich lady has hit someone to death!"
The thugs didn't even look at the beggar, but instead made a fuss at the carriage and the onlookers.
Most of the onlookers remained silent, because these hooligans were not "unknown" little people in the county, but -
Only a very small number of people who don't know the truth will echo, "Oh, this old beggar is so pitiful!"
"How could you hit someone? Look at what you've done to them."
"That's right! I look at the old beggar. He breathes in more than he breathes out. I'm afraid he's going to fail!"
"...Wouldn't that mean someone died?"
When Wan Niangzi led Zheng Wanjun to the front of the crowd, she saw this scene—
The carriage, the beggar lying on the ground whose life or death was unknown, the thugs who were making a fuss, and the pointing and gossiping of a few people.
Originally, Mrs. Wan didn't want to bring her daughter along.
Zheng Wanjun blinked his big curious eyes and looked at her pitifully.
"Well, it's okay! My daughter can learn more about these street tricks sooner rather than later."
With the idea of educating her daughter at the same time, Mrs. Wan brought Zheng Wanjun along.
Since he wanted to teach his daughter, Zheng Wanjun just arrived at the scene and started teaching: "Jun'er, do you see anything?"
"There's no sign of injury on the old beggar's body!"
Zheng Wanjun is not a real child, she has the observation skills of an adult.
Furthermore, in later generations, she had already seen a lot of cases of fraud and other such things in various media and social platforms.
Compared to the various blackmail tactics used in later generations, this scene was simply crude and ridiculous.
Tsk, if you want to scam the carriage, at least get some blood on your face or body!
This old beggar was indeed dying, but it was obvious that he was sick, not injured.
No matter how powerful a carriage is, it is impossible to cause a person to become seriously ill.
"That's right! Jun'er, you said it very well!"
There was a flash of surprise in Wan Niangzi's eyes.
She knew that her daughter was sensible and precocious.
I have been very worry-free since I was a child.
They were obviously twins, a boy and a girl, but the son, who was fifteen minutes younger than her, was still crying and naughty.
As for my daughter, she doesn't cry or make a fuss, and only hums a few times when she is hungry or has diarrhea.
It can be said that since the confinement period, her daughter has made Wan Niangzi very relieved.
In addition, her daughter was the only one among three children, and her husband treated her as the apple of his eye. Gradually, Mrs. Wan's heart was biased.
In the past, Wan Niangzi only thought that her daughter was precocious, but now she realized that her daughter had keen observation skills and was extremely thoughtful.
Her knowledge is much better than that of many adult women.
Ahem, for example, when something goes wrong, the Gu family is at a loss!
Alas, this Gu family really makes Miss Wan speechless.
This was such an obvious extortion incident that passersby could see it clearly.
But instead of explaining clearly as soon as possible, her first reaction after getting off the carriage was fear, and then crying!
Mrs. Wan was so disappointed with the man.
Gu Qingcheng:...What do you know!
It is human instinct to sympathize with the weak.
Regardless of whether this group of people were blackmailing him, the fact was that the old beggar was about to die.
As the "culprit", if Gu Qingcheng got off the carriage, he would have asked for the reason in a sharp and tough manner, or even called the authorities.
The first impression she gives people is that she is too strong.
Even if you are right, you should not be too aggressive.
Otherwise, there would be no one in this world who would advise people not to be "unyielding even when they are right".
Gu Qingcheng’s principle is that if you are weak, I am weaker!
So, when she heard the clamor of a few thugs outside, she got off the carriage tremblingly.
The moment she appeared in front of everyone, the onlookers held their breath for a moment.
hiss~
What a weak, harmless, pitiful and helpless beauty.
The beauty was wearing mourning clothes and had her hair tied up in a bun, obviously someone in mourning.
She has a slender figure, like a willow swaying in the wind.
She looked sick, yet so beautiful that it made people feel pity.
What does it mean when Xizi holds her heart? This is probably what it means.
She is neither an arrogant and domineering rich lady nor a tough mistress who only cares about reason. She is just a poor and helpless little white flower.
The first impression Gu Qingcheng gave people was that she was completely superior to those thugs and the fallen old beggar.
After seeing the old beggar who was barely breathing, Gu Qingcheng's already fair face turned pale in an instant.
Her body also began to tremble slightly.
Oh, the frail beauty was frightened!
Everyone watching felt somewhat distressed.
It's not about eroticism, it's just a simple touch of beautiful things with a sense of brokenness.
Then, Gu Qingcheng began her performance——
Cry~~
She cried like pear blossoms with tears in the rain, and Du Juan cried like blood.
People in the Zhao family’s old house: …This scene is so damn familiar.
The gangsters and onlookers saw it for the first time and were all stunned.
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