Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 27 Strange old man 1
Several women glanced at each other, smashed their mouths, and said:
"Poor child."

"Yeah, what a wonderful child, since her mother died, look at what life she has been living. Although she has suffered from her mother's madness, she is still Qian Rong's biological daughter, so he is willing to bear it. "

"Ugh……"

Qian Shangxian couldn't listen anymore, she must not be the one who was carried into the gate of Wang's house, then only Mu Zili, he didn't die, that's great, it turned out that he was the one who sat on the sedan chair instead of him, and won the escape for himself time.

Thinking of this, Qian Shangxian choked up a little, if Wang Furen caught him, Mu Zili would really die!

"Little bastard, what are you talking about when you don't work? Don't want wages?"

With a loud roar, the frightened Xiao Er hurriedly dumped the rotten cabbage in the basin into the bamboo basket, and left in a hurry, and several women also hurriedly dispersed.

Qian Shangxian and the others left, stood up and took off the rotten cabbage leaves on top of their heads, and sighed.

As night fell, there were fewer pedestrians on the street. Gradually, there was no one on the street.

Standing in the corner of the city gate and looking out, the city guard is holding her portrait to investigate one by one. The movements are really fast. It seems that the city can't get out, but there is nowhere to go in the city. What should I do?
……

Fuyou Daoist walked out of the gate of the restaurant with the flagon in hand, looked left and right, all the people on the street had dispersed.

Holding the wine gourd, Master Fuyou walked triumphantly, his body staggering.

I looked up at the moon in the sky, the bright moon was hanging high, the moonlight was bright and clear, and it was the middle of the moon before I knew it.

"Hey." Master Fuyou suddenly remembered something, stopped, closed his eyes and pinched his fingers to calculate, then opened his eyes and laughed excitedly, "Okay, it's time!"

……

In the haze, an old voice mingled with the strong aroma of wine suddenly sounded in Qian Shangxian's ear, waking her up from her drowsiness.

"Good wine, good wine!"

Rubbing her eyes, Qian Shangxian found herself lying on a pile of discarded garbage and rags in the alley and fell asleep. She couldn't remember when she fell asleep.

Stretching, followed by another strong smell of alcohol rushing into Qian Shangxian's nose, this time she felt like throwing up, but her stomach was empty, so she could only retch.

It was already dawn, there were more pedestrians, and the shops around were open. Qian Shangxian was in the corner of the alley, no one would notice her, but she subconsciously hid in the rags.

"Well, it's beautiful, it's really beautiful. If you add some side dishes to accompany this fine wine, the emperor's life will be just like this!"

Turning his head and looking, Qian Shangxian was not far from him, and saw an old man in white clothes holding a wine gourd drinking, his clothes were tattered, he looked like a beggar.

Just a beggar, but he compares himself with the emperor.

Qian Shangxian looked at him and felt that he looked familiar.

Thinking about it again, all beggars in the world are similar, unkempt, disheveled and disheveled. Although this old man is much cleaner, his long silver-white hair covers half of his face, and his clothes are crooked and not neatly dressed, which is almost the same.

The old man swallowed another gulp of wine, closed his eyes and smacked his lips, as if he didn't care about Qian Shangxian's existence at all, and sang a ditty:

"In the Nine Layers of Heaven, there are women who are immortals, who control all the creatures in the world, but only those who are good at reading..."

(End of this chapter)