The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"So it's getting late, let's go back." Qiongying glanced downstairs, lacking interest, so she snatched their NO.17 private room two years ago.

After going downstairs, the three of them boarded the carriage and drove away slowly.

The people who bought what they liked, or those who had few gold coins left, also left one after another.

The summer in July is a bit sultry. Near noon, the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, and even the peddlers who bought books and newspapers closed their stalls.

There was a burst of cursing from the front, and several big men were beating up a small thing. Passers-by were no longer surprised by such a scene.

"Fucking beggar, you dare to steal my uncle's money?" Several rough voices mixed together.

"I didn't steal it, get away..." The ragged little boy curled up with a dirty face, his stubborn little face raised, and he stared at the big man fiercely.

"It was found on you, and you still say you didn't steal it? How dare I let this uncle go? I'm tired of you!" He slapped him loudly.

With a bang, the boy's thin body was vulnerable to a single blow, and the boy fell to the corner of the wall, bleeding from his forehead, and his mouth was full of blood.

Several big men were blocking the way, the black wooden carriage had to stop, and the sound of cursing reached the ears of the people inside the carriage.

When Ye Chen was about to make a detour, there was a very soft sound from inside the car, it stopped.

A small corner of the car curtain was lifted, revealing a small slit. It was a small snow-white hand with clear bones, a little bit of baby fat, but still slender and powerful.

The black wooden carriage stopped, Ye Chen and Wu Xin watched the abuse in front of them coldly, waiting for her order quietly.

"I want that kid."

The voice is like an oriole twittering, crisp yet delicate, full of ears, pleasant to the ear, it is an excellent voice.

In the scorching summer, this sound is like a cool wind blowing, and the spring rain moistens things, refreshing.

Everyone looked along the source of the sound, it was a snow-silver carriage, and the silver bead curtains collided lightly, making a pleasant sound.

The cursing stopped abruptly, and the voices of passers-by also stopped, and the surroundings were quiet, as if they were still intoxicated by that wonderful sound.

"Hurry up and help him up, didn't you hear what Miss said?" the pretty green-clothed maid pointed at the little boy and shouted, signaling the guards behind to take the boy away.

The black car curtain was lowered, and a very soft voice came out: "Wuxin, I want that child."

Wuxin was slightly surprised, then nodded respectfully: "Yes, master."

Under the command of the maid in green, the well-dressed guards immediately went to drag the little boy up.

The big men dared not speak out, they knew at a glance that the person in the Xueyin carriage was either rich or noble, and they didn't dare to offend, anyway, the money had already been taken back, and this little beggar couldn't sell for much.

The veiled girl in plain clothes came and stopped in front of the guards and maids: "Let go of this child."

The people present were looking forward to it, who is this veiled girl?

People with insight can tell at a glance that the snow-silver carriage is made of extremely rare snow-silver fir wood, which is worth tens of thousands of gold.

In Jin Li's hierarchical system, even ordinary high-ranking officials do not have the right to ride in such a carriage, so the status of the people in the carriage must be extremely noble.

What kind of luck did this little beggar have to be rescued by such a noble person, and this veiled girl is too ignorant of good and bad, to dare to blatantly fight for others.