The young princess PK charming prince

The drunkard was half sober.

Looked at the surrounding terrain.

Scream.

Ran here and left here.

Jingjing weighed the purse in her hand.

In the dark corner.

When the drunkard is gone.

Just opened the purse.

I can't help but be disappointed.

Because she changed her clothes after bathing and didn't bring a purse.

But

This drunk.

In this heavy purse.

Only a handful of copper money?!

NND, what's rich without money?

Take such a big purse and fill it with copper money.

Are you out of your mind?

After Jingjing finished her stomach Fei in her heart.

Go on.

After getting rid of the man sent by steward Zheng to follow.

Jingjing thought.

Where to go.

Will let Li Yue not find himself.

She turned and entered a farmhouse.

Stole a man's clothes.

Break up your hair.

Casually found a rope to tie up his hair.

Pretending to be a down and out man.

He touched a handful of ash from the ground.

Put your face.

It's dirty.

Jingjing walked aimlessly in the street.

It's time.

Noisy streets during the day.

It has been completely quiet.

Restaurants are closed, too.

Only some drunks.

Or homeless little flowers.

To wander the street.

The dress that Jingjing stole is huge.

My hair is messy, too.

His face is dirty, too.

So.

Walking in the street at such an hour.

It didn't get anyone's idea.

After Jingjing walked a few blocks.

Finally in a corner.

I saw a noodle stall.

The old man in that stall.

He is an old man with gray beard and hair.

He always seems to have a straight face.

It's like others owe him a lot of money.

There are three or four tables behind the noodle stand.

There are two seats on them.

People in rags.

Not far from here.

There are some beggars sitting.

I'm waiting for someone to finish.

Go pick up some leftover food.

however.

People who come here to eat.

Where is there anything left for them to eat?

Or... They are homeless.

Can you find some warmth here?

Jingjing looks at the old man's stall of the noodle stall and shakes.

A yellow and black oil lamp smoked by oil.

Suddenly I felt a warmth rising in my heart.

She subdued the sadness in her heart.

He touched a handful of copper money in his arms.

Anyway?

Have a meal here.

It's always enough.

Jingjing suppresses her doubts.

He said to the old man, "boss, what do you have to eat!"

The old man pointed to the sign he had written.

It says three words, "beef noodles".

The old man said, "beef, noodles, Baijiu!"

Jing Jing nodded and said, "a bowl of noodles, half a kilo of beef, two Jin of Baijiu!"

The old man is not enthusiastic at all.

He snorted coldly.

It's like Jingjing owes him face money.

Jingjing looks strange and chooses a corner position to sit down.

The two people who ate noodles just looked up at Jingjing.

He continued to eat the noodles in his bowl.

After a while.

The old man limped up.

Served noodles, beef and a pot of wine.

After Jingjing tasted it.

Noodles and beef taste good.

There were some surprises everywhere.

Poured himself another glass of wine.

HMM... it's terrible. It's the worst burning knife.

However, although inferior, it is also strong.

Jingjing ate half a bowl of noodles first.

Then slowly serve the beef.

A glass of Baijiu drinks.

This wine is similar to the grape wine in the palace.

That's a million miles away.

But Jingjing doesn't care at all.

She just wants to get drunk.

I just want to let myself forget the pain for a moment.

Moreover, the more you drink this burning knife. The more comfortable she felt.

After drinking and drinking, half a jin of Baijiu dropped down.

Jingjing's brain is a little swollen.

But I found out.

Deliberately want to forget a person.

But I can't forget it.

Now Jingjing just feels in her mind.

Intermittent.

It's like Li Yue.

Lingering appearance.

Think about what he said to himself.

Think about what he did to himself.

Jingjing closes her eyes in pain.

Just hope now.

I can forget Li Yue.

Forget him.

Forget what he did to himself.

If you say.

What is the only thing that makes Jingjing happy about this matter.

That's it.

Jingjing is sure... Liyue's feet are good.

He can walk normally.

He said at the time that it didn't get better until last year.

I'm afraid so.

Last year.

He'll be able to go.

Jingjing fills herself with another glass of wine.

Aimlessly looking at the gray sky.

Just feel that Li Yue should not deceive himself.

You shouldn't betray yourself.

For the purpose of this run away.

Even she began to wonder.

She was sad and sad about Li Yue's deception.

It seems that there is some escaping heart.

Because she doesn't know how to accept the truth.

"Hey, old man Zhang, give me another bowl of noodles on credit!"

While Jingjing is daydreaming.

Suddenly I heard a slightly hoarse voice.

Eyes were drawn to the past.

Look around.

I saw a thin little beggar.

Dirty and messy, he gathered in front of the old man selling noodles.

A dark face.

You can see that flattering smile from a distance.

The old man selling noodles who became old man Zhang gave a heavy "hum".

He said, "you've been on credit for three days. You can't do it any more!"

The little beggar was stunned.

Then he laughed twice.

Said: "don't be so stingy, old man Zhang. I'm kidding you. I won today and have silver."

He sat down carelessly on the last table.

Took an extra look at Jingjing.

He said, "hurry up and serve beef and shaodao. I can not only pay the bill, but also pay off the credit of the previous few days!"

Old man Zhang was not fooled at all.

"My stall has changed its rules. Give money first and then eat!"

The little beggar was stunned.

Then he looked at old man Zhang suspiciously.

Said: "when did you change the rules? I just saw them all the way. They ate them without giving money..."

"Just -"

Old man Zhang left a word coldly.

Turned his head and lit the hookah in his hand.

Smack, smack, smack.

The little beggar was exposed.

Bitterly walked to one corner and sat down.

Jingjing wanted to ask him to have some.

After thinking about it, I stopped.

Her mind at the moment.

It's really messy.

A romantic night.

It became the end of eating beef noodles on the roadside.

Jingjing sighed.

Keep drinking with your head up.

Maybe it's too much on your mind.

Drink more than a kilo of this burning knife.

Not a bit drunk.

I just feel dizzy and uncomfortable.

Jingjing calls old man Zhang to pay the bill.

Counted a day.

Twenty more copper plates.

After Jingjing put it away.

Turn around and go.

But he was hit by the little beggar just now.

After the little beggar hit Jingjing.

Apologize there.

In the dark eyes.

Shining a different light.

Jingjing's body was hit by him.

I just feel a little dizzy.

After shaking for two steps.

But found that the little beggar suddenly disappeared.

An ominous feeling rose in Jingjing's heart

She reached for her pocket.

The remaining twenty copper plates were counted just now.

It's gone?

Jingjing smiled bitterly.

The secret way, is it still eaten by the black?

The bitter Qi in my heart.

It seemed to explode at once.

Look at the direction where the little beggar disappears.

Run away.

He said angrily in his heart: little beggar, you should be angry.

You don't steal anyone's.

Stole Jingjing's head?

Jingjing nodded goodbye to the old man.

We're going to catch up.

Old man Zhang said calmly behind him, "young man, have you lost the copper?"

Jingjing was stunned.

Look at old man Zhang.

Stopped.

Not in a hurry.

Instead, he smiled and asked, "how? How do you know? Are you... Together?"

Jingjing said so.

The old man didn't seem to be angry at all.

Look at Jingjing.

It's still that cold.

As if someone owed him money.

Just a cold hum.

Lightly said: "you are my old man's guest. I advise you that the little beggar is very cunning. No, it's not easy to provoke!"

Old man Zhang said.

Limping to pick up the dishes.

I don't want to pay attention to Jingjing anymore.

Jingjing is more confused.

Look at the direction where the little beggar disappears.

I always feel a sense of curiosity in my heart.

Ben still hesitated.

I just think I just want to catch the little beggar.

Now listen to Jingjing say so.

But it's more interesting.

I can't help but have an idea in my heart.

That is to catch the little beggar.

Teach a good lesson.

Jingjing nods to old man Zhang.

"Thank you for reminding me. But... I'm in a bad mood today. I must catch up with the little beggar!"

She said.

Just a little toe.

It quickly disappeared into the starry sky of the night.

Such rapid speed.

I felt.

The night wind is like a blade wind blowing on your face.

Such a speed.

It hurts the skin.

But Jingjing thought.

Such a speed.

Seems to be able to blow away the depression in my heart.

However.

Jingjing is flying at such a high speed.

But I feel more and more depressed.

Because I chased so far.

I can't see the shadow of the little beggar.

Jingjing is puzzled.

The farther you run.

The more something goes wrong.

Not really. The old man was right.

This little beggar.

It's not really a simple character.

And it's not easy to deal with, is it?

Jingjing finds a way to deal with it and stops.

Sharpened his palm.

Thinking.

I've become a Jingjing divine palm.

Then, she doesn't believe that anyone can be better than her martial arts.

The little beggar is nothing but a cunning.

As long as Jingjing is brave enough.

She doesn't believe it.

Can't screw the little beggar.

Think so.

Thinking again.

Is it in the wrong direction.

He circled around a few times.

Thinking, do you want to go back and ask old man Zhang.

Where the little beggar lives.

Just daydreaming.

Suddenly I saw a broken temple not far away.

In the broken temple, a curl of cooking smoke rose.

Jingjing thinks something's wrong.

Such a deserted place.

How can cooking smoke rise?

No one will live here.

Could it be a little beggar?

Think of here.

Jingjing was surprised.

Her internal power cultivation is very high now.

Therefore, the speed of lightness skill is also very fast.

If the little beggar could get here so much faster than her.

There was a fire.

So... This little beggar.

Definitely not a simple person.