The rebirth of the first daughter and the scumbag

Chapter 152 Chaos ([-])
Yuan Zhihao was wandering the streets with Chang'an, and he also found someone making clay figurines here. Seeing how delicately the clay figurines were made, he took Chang'an for a stroll.

Perhaps it was because Yuan Zhihao's aura was a bit scary, like the kind of dandy, the crowd around him instantly gave way.

Zhuang Jingyi also stepped aside along with the avoiding crowd.

Yuan Zhihao staggered into the crowd, walked straight up to the craftsmen, looked down at the clay figurines on the shelf carefully, picked up another clay figurine, squinted his eyes carefully, and then put the clay figurine on the shelf. After getting down, he reached out and took out a paper fan, opened the paper fan with a "snap", and fanned it a few times very smartly, and then looked at the craftsman: "Look at the appearance of the master, pinch ten for the master." .”

The craftsman was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was overjoyed. He hurriedly stood up, and said with a flattering smile: "Yes, yes, Lord, wait a moment."

While talking, his hands began to move neatly, one after another clay figurines appeared under the hand of the craftsman. Although they were all Yuan Zhihao holding fans, they had different expressions, but they were also full of wit.

Seeing that there were already seven or eight clay figurines, Yuan Zhihao picked one up carefully, imitating the appearance of clay figurines, frowned slightly, and turned to look at Chang'an: "How is it? Does it look like it?"

Chang An laughed and said: "Sure enough, he looks like a master, this man is very skilled!"

"Reward!" Yuan Zhihao seemed to be in a particularly good mood, and waved his hand generously. Chang An immediately came out with a piece of silver, and threw it on the workbench with a "slap" sound: "My grandfather rewarded you, take it !"

When the craftsman saw it, he stood up quickly, nodded and bowed to Yuan Zhihao: "Thank you, thank you for your reward."

Zhuang Jingyi stretched out her hand to pull Qiuxiang's clothes, and signaled Qiuxiang to leave with her. Yuan Zhihao is here. If Yuan Zhihao finds out about herself, although it's nothing, it's not very good if it spreads to Jing'anhou's mansion. After all, I haven't broken up with Xiao Yixuan yet.

Qiu Xiang hurriedly took a step forward and protected Zhuang Jingyi. The two were about to leave when they heard an angry voice from outside the crowd: "Hey, who is this, so rich and powerful?"

Zhuang Jingyi was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at Qiuxiang, but saw Qiuxiang's face was a little ugly, she felt a little strange, but she didn't take it to heart, just because of the signboard of Uncle Yongyi's mansion, she didn't believe that in this White Deer City, there was still No one can bully her.

Zhuang Jingyi stretched out her hand and pulled Qiuxiang again, but saw that Qiuxiang looked at the person with a wary face, but her feet did not move.

Zhuang Jingyi felt more and more doubts in her heart, but her face didn't show at all, she retracted her raised foot, took a step back, and disappeared into the crowd.

Seven or eight burly men broke through the crowd and walked towards the inside for a lean man with an airy pale face.

The thin man in the middle is wearing a bright red brocade suit, with a head of thinning hair tied up with a huge purple gold crown, and a yellow gold collar around his neck, which seems to be genuine, Zhuang Jingyi can clearly see On the man's neck, there were some slight strangle marks.

The lean man, with an arrogant look on his face, looked like he was the only one in the world as he walked and looked around. He was obviously a dandy who was spoiled by the elders in his family.

The thin man walked up and down behind Yuan Zhihao, his face froze, and he stretched out his hand towards the clay figurine in Yuan Zhihao's hand.

Yuan Zhihao, who was watching with the clay figurine, froze for a moment, and just about to speak, the clay figurine in his hand had been snatched away.

Looking at the empty hand, the anger that had been suppressed in his heart suddenly sprang up, but the smile on his face became more and more friendly. He turned around and looked at the thin man, and slowly stretched out his hand: "This is Please return the clay figurines below.”

"Yo, this is your clay figurine?" The thin man raised his head with a proud face, nodded Yuan Zhihao with his chin, with a look of disdain on his face, grabbed the two fingers of the clay figurine, and suddenly let go. , I heard a "poof", the clay figurine fell to the ground, and the head was separated from the body.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I've been sick for the past few days, and my hands are so weak that I can't even hold a clay figurine, so I just fell off, please forgive me~" The skinny man looked at the ground with regret. The clay figurine said, "This end is broken, it's really unlucky, even if you sew it up, it won't make a whole. Look, what should I do?"

Yuan Zhihao stared at the thin man, and the smile on his face became more and more warm: "Oh, what you said is that this end is broken, but it is very unlucky. Fortunately, it is a clay figurine. If it is a real person..., the past 20 years, I will be here again." Just eat it for nothing, right?"

The skinny man burst out laughing wildly: "He's so knowledgeable, I like it!"

A trace of cruelty flashed in Yuan Zhihao's eyes.

Zhuang Jingyi couldn't help but frown, moved her feet, and approached Qiuxiang: "Do you know this person?"

Qiu Xiang curled her lips: "As long as you are from Bailu City, there is no one who doesn't know this person."

"Oh, so famous?" Zhuang Jingyi widened her eyes in surprise.

"Yes." In order to strengthen the authenticity of what she said, Qiu Xiang nodded her head vigorously and said in a low voice, "This man is the son of the magistrate of Bailu City, and he bullies men and women the most, treating Bailu City as his own home! "

Think of White Deer City as your home? !
Zhuang Jingyi was stunned for a moment, and then she understood Qiu Xiang's implication. This thin man is the tyrant of Bailu City!

Zhuang Jingyi glanced at the crowd around secretly, and saw that there was a look of daring to speak out, and several people looked at Yuan Zhihao sympathetically, and Zhuang Jingyi even heard a soft sigh: "Hey, I'm afraid this young man will suffer a loss today."

Zhuang Jingyi frowned slightly, turned her head to look at Yuan Zhihao, but saw Yuan Zhihao still smiling gently, as if the thin man in front of her was his friend for many years, the two were not in conflict, but It's like reminiscing about the past.

Yuan Zhihao turned to look at the craftsman: "One of my clay figurines is broken, please pinch another one for me."

The craftsman looked up at the thin man timidly, then with a sullen face, he reached out and picked up the silver that Changan had thrown on the workbench just now, and handed it to Yuan Zhihao: "Master, this, I, I, this ..." stammered, with embarrassment on his face.

Yuan Zhihao looked at the silver in the hand of the craftsman, with a gentle smile on his face: "What? Master's silver can bite people?" But there was already a coldness in his voice.

The craftsman's body froze suddenly. Under Yuan Zhihao's gentle eyes, a layer of cold sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead. He really couldn't figure it out. Although the young man in front of him seemed to be smiling , but this look, why is it so cold, it can freeze a person into an iceman.

"Master, master, no, no, this, this..." The craftsman looked at Yuan Zhihao with cold sweat, "I, I, this..."

"Since I have received my master's money, I have to work for my master." Yuan Zhihao's voice was still soft, without the slightest sharpness, but the aura of someone who had been in power for a long time was undoubtedly revealed.

At this time, if someone is winking and knowledgeable about current affairs, he will naturally know that the situation is different, but the thin man is both colorless, stupid and incompetent, and he is used to being arrogant, so he can't see Yuan Zhihao at all. Not only did he not know how to give in, but he also looked at Yuan Zhihao's gentle smiling face, thinking that Yuan Zhihao had fear in his heart, so he smiled so flatteringly.

Taking a step forward, he stretched out his hand and took another clay figurine from the operating table. He let go of his hand and dropped it to the ground. He looked at Yuan Zhihao contemptuously: "Your money won't bite, but no one dares to take your money." Money. Because..." The skinny man pointed at the craftsman, "I don't like this man!"

Yuan Zhihao suddenly clenched the silver in his hand.

"What? Are you unconvinced?" The thin man twitched his lips, glanced at Yuan Zhihao, turned around and stared at the craftsman, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked the handicraft burden to the ground: "Who gave it to you?" How dare you play tricks under Grandpa's nose?!"

Yuan Zhihao's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Master, master, the little one is not, no..." The craftsman was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, "Young one, pack up your things now..."

"Come here, give me this burden!" The thin man turned around abruptly, staring at the seven or eight burly men, "Don't do anything yet!"

Yuan Zhihao smiled, moved his feet, and stood in front of the craftsman: "I don't believe it, in broad daylight, there is no king's law!"

(End of this chapter)