Mr. Que: “???”
The other two beggars were in disbelief: "Woman, are you trying to trick us?"
The woman laughed and said, "Why would I lie to you beggars? That little beggar was walking that way. Here, this is the silver he gave you. If I wasn't kind and trustworthy, I wouldn't have told you."
Mr. Que was about to grab the silver, but the woman dodged him: "Why? If you give it to me, it's mine. Just come and get some buns and steamed buns every day. There aren't many. You can eat whatever is left. You don't have a choice."
Mr. Que was nervous: "This...this can't be the money he earned from selling himself, right?"
The woman rolled her eyes and said, "How is that possible? You all know that a blind, dumb, and buck-toothed little beggar like this wouldn't be sold for that price, not even a female beggar, let alone a male one."
The woman was too lazy to waste time talking to them as she had children waiting for her at home, so she packed up her stall, closed the door and went home.
The three of Que Ye looked at each other, puzzled as to why the little beggar wanted to reserve steamed buns for them.
Wouldn't it be great if we could just give them the money if it's really good for them?
Also, she is just a little beggar with ten taels of silver. Why does she still want to be a beggar?
Mr. Que looked at the portrait of the assassin on the wall not far away. The assassin was mute, had big eyes and fair skin.
Mr. Que thought about the past few days he had spent together, and accidentally glanced at the little beggar's exposed ankles and wrists. They were indeed very white, and he was also mute.
Is it possible...
Que Ye was secretly frightened and didn't dare to think too much. He told himself that he knew nothing. He didn't know any assassin. He was just an old beggar who was about to die.
Yan Bao left the bun shop and ran all the way. She knew that if she didn't go back, Ziyun and the others would be in trouble. The officials who were checking the household registration documents arrived near the village where Tao Yuanyuan rented a house.
If she hadn't taken her household registration back in time, they would all have been killed.
Yan Bao had already seen the group of officers walking towards the street where their courtyard was. Some of them were knocking on doors from house to house, calling people out and asking them to stand in the courtyard, while others went to search the houses, fearing that someone was hiding.
There was also a knock on the gate of Tao Yuanyuan's courtyard. Tao Yuanyuan broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Master Li: "What should we do? Yan Bao hasn't come back yet. If we can't produce our household registration, we will be arrested."
The officers knocked on the door several times but no one opened it. They looked at each other and quietly drew their swords.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com