On the wedding night, Concubine Doctor took two cute treasures and blew up the palace

Wen Si'er stripped Li Yuanxiao of his coat and made him roll in the mud for a few rounds. Only after he was covered in dirt and had a few blades of grass on his head did he clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"good."

This is the effect you want.

Li Yuanxiao looked like he was about to cry. He spat out the dirt in his mouth twice, and his expression looked like he wanted to strangle Wen Sier to death.

He panted for a long time without saying anything, took a deep breath, and then shouted, "Shouldn't a pretty boy like you roll around in the mud for a few rounds?!"

"Of course I have to pretend too." Wen Si'er looked at him as if he was looking at a unreasonable junior, which made Li Yuanxiao hold his breath again.

But when Li Yuanxiao heard Wen Si'er say that he also had to pretend, he finally felt better.

He looked at the mud on the ground and was eager to try, "I'll put it on your face..."

Before Li Yuanxiao could finish his words, Wen Si'er took out a small package from his small bag, rummaged through it for a while, took out something like a charcoal pencil, gestured on his face for a while, and then drew on it carefully.

Li Yuanxiao:?

He instantly got furious and yelled, "What are you doing!? Why didn't you take this thing out earlier!?"

"You...you...you put mud on my face! You...Wen Chengming!"

Li Yuanxiao was so angry that his language system began to become confused. He jumped up and down on the spot, looking like he wanted to stab Wen Sier.

Wen Sier kept moving his hands and gave him a disapproving look, "Keep your voice down. Are you afraid that you won't attract other people's attention by yelling so loudly?"

Li Yuanxiao closed his mouth, but if his eyes could be used, Wen Sier would have been chopped into pieces by now.

Wen Sier comforted him, "It depends on the situation. Look at how well you are dressed. It is definitely useless to rely on my charcoal pencil. I must use more extreme means. But I am dressed like a beggar, so I only need to paint on my face."

Li Yuanxiao gritted his teeth, he did not accept this reason.

But when he followed his gaze and looked at Wensier's clothes, he realized that compared to what he was wearing, Wensier really looked more like the first beggar.

By the way, can't the Duke of England afford a set of clothes? How can a young master dress like a beggar! ?

In just a short while, Wen Si'er had packed up. She pulled her clothes off and suddenly looked like a poor little beggar.

Wen Si'er was very satisfied with the two's outfits. He led Li Yuanxiao all the way to the ditch outside the city. It had rained not long ago, and there was still wet mud in the drainage ditch.

Even if they stood far away, they could smell the stinky mud inside.

Li Yuanxiao pinched his nose with disgust, thinking of something, his face full of horror.

"We're not just going to crawl in from here, are we?"

Wen Sier nodded, "Of course."

Li Yuanxiao felt like he was going crazy.

Wen Si'er had no time to think about his feelings at the moment, because she was concentrating on keeping an eye on the guards. The second half of the night was when people were most sleepy, and the best time was to sneak in before the shift change when the guards were most lax.

As time passed, Li Yuanxiao's face became paler and paler, but seeing that Wen Si'er looked like nothing had happened, he gritted his teeth unwillingly.

If this sissy pretty boy can do it, there's no reason why he can't.

The moon was at its zenith, and a dark cloud covered the area, making it dark all around. Wen Sier's expression slightly changed, and he whispered, "Now, follow me closely."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Si'er slipped in as nimble as a rabbit. Li Yuanxiao's face changed, but seeing that Wen Si'er had already taken action, he closed his eyes and followed suit.

He can't be underestimated!
Li Yuanxiao was covered in rotten and smelly mud. He covered his mouth and nose tightly, but mud inevitably got on his face. The smell made him almost want to vomit.

Fortunately, the passage was not very long, and they got out quickly.

Before I could take a breath of fresh air, I heard Wen Sier whisper, "This way."

Just as Wensler said, she seemed to be really suitable for doing this kind of sneaky things. In the dim light, they were like two mice clinging to the wall, quickly avoiding the guards' sight and sneaking into the city.

It wasn't until they hid in the alley that Wen Sier finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'm in."

Both of them looked a little embarrassed. All the hardships Li Yuanxiao had endured in his life were not as much as those he had endured in the past two days. However, when he looked at Wen Si'er's calm expression, he suddenly couldn't say anything to complain.

Wen Chengming was supposed to be a spoiled young master. The rumors heard in the capital before mostly said that he was a playboy and a scum.

But after these two days of contact, he had a slightly different opinion of him.

Not only was his food and clothing extremely simple, he was also capable and intelligent, and could endure hardships... Li Yuanxiao couldn't help but imagine that his parents had died and he was bullied by his relatives...

It's just a poor thing.

The way he looked at Wen Si'er suddenly changed.

"Let's rest here first, and then go to the city to find beggars at dawn." Wen Si'er was speaking when he suddenly met Li Yuanxiao's sympathetic eyes.

Wensel:?
What a look! ?

Li Yuanxiao withdrew his gaze and nodded.

The two reached a consensus and rested for a while in the alley. At daybreak, they packed up and set off.

The morning market was still quite lively. Wen Sier avoided the bustling places and went in one direction as if he was familiar with the route.

Li Yuanxiao followed her in confusion, "Do you know where to find it? Have you been to Xuzhou?"

Wen Sier shook his head. "No, but it's pretty much the same. Generally, beggars in the city take shelter in dilapidated temples and the like. Those who are better off have already gone out to beg. Those who are left behind are the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, so it's easier to find out."

Li Yuanxiao nodded in conviction.

They headed towards the dilapidated temple in the city, and sure enough, from afar through the half-broken door, they saw several shabby figures in the temple.

Li Yuanxiao's eyes lit up and he walked in first.

As soon as Fu entered the door, several vigilant eyes fell on him. There were indeed only three people in the temple. One of them looked seriously ill and was lying on a straw mat, and the other two seemed to have difficulty walking.

He took a step forward and cleared his throat, "Excuse me, everyone. I... Ouch!"

Before he could finish his words, Wen Si'er, who had rushed over, pinched him hard from behind.

"What are you doing!?" He lowered his voice and asked angrily.

Wen Sier looked even angrier than him, and said angrily in a low voice: "Trouble you, big-headed ghost! If you are a beggar, you should act like a beggar. Take away your master's magical power!" (End of this chapter)