After Gao married the prince, the sick and weak concubine lost her horse

The night in early spring is still a bit cold.

A bowl of steaming wontons is enough to dispel the chill around you.

If you are someone else, you have to be wary of whether the things outside have been tampered with and whether they can enter.

But both Shen Qingci and Sheng Tingye had special physiques, and ordinary poisons could not do anything to them at all, so Shen Qingci hardly paid any attention to this point.

She was already hungry.

Holding the spoon in hand, I took a sip, feeling my whole heart warmed up.

She was about to feel that the taste was good, but when she raised her eyes, she realized that Sheng Tingye hadn't moved his chopsticks, and his gaze fell elsewhere.

Shen Qingci's stomach was tight, and coupled with his thoughts just now, he was not as careful as Sheng Tingye's observation.

At this moment, following Sheng Tingye's gaze, she noticed that several burly men in brocade clothes surrounded a middle-aged man, talking and laughing into Jinyi Lane.

Although this group of people are well dressed, their words are mixed with unsavory jokes, and their appearance is incompatible with the exquisite and wealthy princes and brothers who come and go in and out of Jinyi Lane.

Moreover, their footwork is extremely stable, and they look like Lianjiazi, and their skills are not weak.

The middle-aged man who was surrounded by these rough guys looked like he was full of vigor and gentleness, he didn't look like a martial artist at all.

But Shen Qingci could feel that the aura of this person was obviously much higher than that of the group of people around him.

It is consistent with what Qiu Niang said, that although Zhao Ji is a military general, he looks more handsome than a civil servant.

A group of people chatted and laughed, and soon entered the Baihua Building not far from the entrance of Jinyi Lane.

Judging from the reactions of the little slaves who are in charge of soliciting customers and the girls who greet guests outside the flower building, they should be regular customers here.

Moreover, they could hear them calling him General Zhao from afar.

Shen Qingci subconsciously looked at Sheng Tingye, and the two exchanged a tacit look.

It should be Zhao Ji, Captain of the Patrol Battalion.

After paying the money, Shen Qingci wanted to follow up with Sheng Tingye to have a look, but before he got up, he suddenly heard a scolding sound.

"Let! Get the hell out of here!"

A horse suddenly broke into a busy street.

Because the sky was getting dark and far away, Shen Qingci hadn't seen the specific appearance of the man riding the horse clearly, but judging from the figure and facial contours, he should be only a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

At this time, there was a flood of pedestrians on the street, and when they heard the movement, they moved away from both sides, and even the wonton stall where Shen Qingci and Sheng Tingye ate were affected.

The boy's voice was full of complacency, and he kept waving his whip, urging the horse to run faster.

Hearing the sounds of exclamations and gasps from the crowd where he passed, Shen Qingci, who had just stood up, felt that something was wrong with the sound.

The crowd couldn't stop backing away, Sheng Tingye covered her shoulders, and stepped aside with her half-armed arms.

While retreating, Shen Qingci looked in the direction of the exclamation sounds out of curiosity, this look was incredible.

But he saw that the galloping horse was dragging a person with a rope behind him.

The man's hands were tied, and he had to run forward with all his strength in order to catch up with the speed of the horse.

Sometimes he couldn't keep up, and his knees were dragged to the ground, leaving bloodstains. He still didn't give up, got up with great effort and continued to run forward. His ragged body probably didn't have a good piece of skin underneath.

The most important thing is that his stature looks small, even much younger than the little boy on the carriage.

It's no wonder that the crowd at the back gasped when they saw this scene.

Even though they had never met each other before, Shen Qingci's heart was also tugged upon seeing this scene.

How cruel!

And the dragged child seemed to have stretched to the limit. After trying to get up a few times to no avail, he stopped moving and let the horse drag his body to continue running forward.

And the young boy on the horse seemed to realize that the child had given up struggling, so he suddenly reined in and stopped the horse.

This location happened to stop in front of the wonton stall where Shen Qingci and Sheng Tingye had just sat down.

As they got closer, Shen Qingci saw the appearance of the young boy on the horse.

He was wearing a black brocade robe, suede short boots, and his long hair tied in a high ponytail with a white jade crown, adding a bit of arrogance to his otherwise immature face.

As soon as his horse stopped, several panting servants followed behind and surrounded him.

Some bowed to lead the horse, kneeled on the ground as a pedal, and bent over to help each other.

He didn't even look at these servants, only took the whip in his hand, turned over, stepped on the back of the servant who was used as a human cushion, and got off the horse, and walked straight to the motionless child on the ground.

"Hey! Is this dead?"

Before approaching, the little boy raised his hand and hit the whip directly on the child's back.

Following the bruises from the whip, the child let out a muffled grunt, and finally there was movement.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of the little boy's mouth, he stepped forward, kicked the kid's face with the suede short boots, and mocked: "It's really a cheap dog, it won't die like this."

The child on the ground seemed to be only seven or eight years old, except for the muffled groan just now, he didn't seem to have the slightest reaction to his humiliation and beating.

The young boy's eyes turned and fell on the wontons scattered on the ground not far away.

Because of the commotion caused by his horse riding just now, the crowd avoided both sides of the street. In the panic, several small tables propped up on the wonton stand were knocked over.

The newly cooked wontons were spilled all over the floor, coupled with being trampled by the crowd, it was already too horrible to look at.

The young boy took the rope that the servant had just untied from the horse, and one end tied the child's hands.

He pulled the rope and dragged the child to the muddy place, and said with a smile, "Aren't you a dog? Come on, eat this, I am in a good mood today, maybe I can let you go."

As soon as these words came out, there was another gasp in the air.

At this time, Shen Qingci and Sheng Tingye, who were hiding behind the crowd, also heard a lot of whispering voices around them.

Listening to the discussion of the common people, they also knew the identities of the two children, one big and one young.

That arrogant young man who called himself "the son of the present family" turned out to be Prince Qinghe's son, Xiao Wenjue.

The royal family of the Chu Kingdom was in decline, and the only two princes left in the current dynasty were King Yong'an and King Qinghe, who were not in the fifth line of the Xiao family.

King Yong'an had plotted against him and was uprooted, and now there is only one King Qinghe, Xiao Qingyuan.

And the child who was humiliated and tortured by Prince Qinghe's son Xiao Wenjue also came from Qinghe Palace.

It's just that he is Xiao Qingyuan's bastard. (end of this chapter)