Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

"Beauty, follow me, I guarantee you will have good food and drink. I will properly settle your family, so you don't have to sell these flowers and plants anymore, going out in the wind and rain, how hard it is."

On the main street, people were coming and going.

The pretty girl in pink looked at the young man in front of her with a lecherous face who was getting closer and closer, and huddled in the corner crying while hugging her old mother and trembling. "Don't come over! Don't come over... Mother, wuwuwu..."

The old man rushed over and hugged the legs of the young man in luxurious clothes, crying with snot and tears, "Uncle, please let my Lan'er go! She really can't leave! Uncle! Please let us go!"

The people on the street gathered in a circle, and some well-informed people, when they saw the main person's dress, all avoided him as much as possible and quickly hid away.

"Who is this guy? Under the emperor's feet, he raped a commoner girl, is there any law?"

"You are from another place, right?" The person being asked looked back at the situation over there, walked a little further away, and then said angrily, "Who else could it be? Let me tell you, don't say this is just a small town close to the capital, even if it is really the capital, people are not afraid. He is the law! Do you understand? He is the emperor's most beloved son... his surname is Zhu and his name is Tianzhao, and he ranks thirteenth in the palace."

"Is there no one who can control him? This is simply..." It is immoral and shameless.

"Who dares to control the emperor's son? I heard that this prince is the emperor's preferred candidate for the crown prince, the future emperor. Who dares to offend him? Do you dare?"

"Hehehe. No, no."

"Everyone here knows his character. Under the guise of coming here to understand the people's sentiments, this is not the first time I have seen him forcibly robbing women. But some of them could be bought with gold and silver before, but this one today, tsk, this little girl is too stubborn. Maybe she will be in trouble. I have lived here for so long, and I have never seen anyone that this romantic prince can't take away."

"Alas."

"He is powerful and influential. Who in the world is greater than the emperor? Even if they have grievances, they have no place to complain." The person who spoke saw the situation over there that had already started to pull and tug, and looked disgusted. He kindly said to the person asking the question, "Hurry up, go, you and I are ordinary people, don't get involved in this trouble!"

As he said that, he ran away.

But there was a muffled sound over there.

"Ah!"

Then there was a scream from the crying girl.

An old father in rags was holding a wooden stick in panic. When he saw blood dripping from it, he shuddered and slammed the stick at his feet. He was shaking all over. I don't know if he was angry or scared.

The old woman who was holding Lan'er tightly looked at the person lying on the ground motionless. Her voice was a little broken and almost trembling like a sieve, "My child's father, you, you killed someone. You killed someone..."

Lan'er's father knelt down and couldn't help but reach out to feel his breath. He collapsed to the ground and was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly, "Dead, dead... I killed someone, I killed someone..."

Those who knew his background were shocked to see that it was the Thirteenth Prince, the most beloved of His Majesty, who was in trouble. They all ran away as far as possible, for fear that this matter would implicate themselves. For a while, they didn't dare to go to the palace to inform.

How dare they?

Should he tell the emperor that his prince had robbed a commoner girl and was beaten to death by an old man with a stick?

For a while, Zhu Tianzhao lay there, no one cared about him. The ground was stained with blood.

"Lan'er, run! Let's run!" The old father who beat people stood up tremblingly, helped his wife and daughter up, and ran away in a hurry.

The people who had originally made trouble scattered like birds and beasts. Zhu Tianzhao's rampant tyranny here had long made them dissatisfied. This time he was beaten to death, and they were already excited.

If this person was in an ordinary family, he must be a prodigal son who knew nothing but to flirt with women! Unfortunately, the current emperor was blinded by his greed and liked him very much. If the world was handed over to him, I am afraid that the Ming Dynasty would not be far from defeat.

It's better to die, it's better to die.

...

The cold wind blew over quickly, and even the clouds began to surge. When the midday sun dimmed, Jiang Chen opened his eyes.

The back of his head ached, and he reached out to touch it. When he rubbed the blood scab, blood began to flow out again. He was accustomed to the wet touch on his hand.

He slowly stood up with the help of the corner of the wall, and his eyes were blurred. The neatly tied hair behind his head had been stained with blood and clumped into pieces.

He reached out to untie the bun, and frowned slightly when he pulled the wound. If it was an enemy chasing him, it should be a dagger or a long sword. The wound on the back of the head was just a brute force attack. Although it can be fatal, it doesn't look like revenge in the martial arts world.

This body does not have any martial arts internal force. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the quaint buildings around him. Judging from the style of these buildings and the clothes of passers-by, it should be during the Ming and Song dynasties...

But he didn't know what went wrong. Now, he couldn't be sure what the original owner had experienced... He didn't have any memory.

With a slight movement, the wound on the back of his head was pulled. I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he touched his skull, it felt a little soft. Could it be broken?

He leaned against the wall, walked around a few streets, got farther away from the scene, looked around, and found a pharmacy to go in. The owner saw a young man with disheveled hair coming in, smelled the faint smell of blood, and came up to him and said worriedly, "Hey? Young man, are you injured? We have the best medicine for wounds here!"

Jiang Chen touched his waist and found no money. He didn't know whether to sigh or not. He took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it to the boss. Because he hadn't spoken ancient language for many years, his voice was slow, but still quite clear. When he spoke, it had a strange rhythm, "Thank you."

The boss saw that he was pale and hurried to get the medicine. He shook his head slightly at the jade and said, "Sir, this jade is too valuable. You'd better keep it. You are not from an ordinary family. You forgot to bring money when you came out today. Well, I don't worry about you owing it. When you go back to the mansion to get the money, come and settle the account."

Jiang Chen took the medicine and put the jade on the table, "I don't like to owe people Things. Let's settle the two."

"This... Sir, this is really too expensive."

Jiang Chen was silent for a while, and estimated the prices of this era, "Plus Sanqi, Angelica, Huarui Stone, Mingxia Grass, each ten coins."

The boss's eyes lit up, and he immediately knew that he not only knew the value of this piece of jade, but also studied herbs. He secretly thought that it was a good thing that he didn't do anything in front of him, "Excuse me, the price is not much different. Sir, wait a moment, I will get you the medicine."

When Jiang Chen walked out with the medicine bag, a team of horses rushed out of the door. Dust was raging.

They wore black guard robes with red edges, and wore gauze hats with a rather strange style on their heads. According to Jiang Chen's memory of similar times, no dynasty's guards were dressed similarly. It must not be the era of official history.

The owner of the medicine hall leaned in front of the door and looked at it, with a rather disgusted expression.

"They are..."

"?" The boss looked at him strangely, "Young Master, don't you know about the affairs of the court?"

"...I am in poor health and have been at home all year round, so I don't know much about his affairs."

"Oh, no wonder. They are the East Factory. They are the confidants of the current eunuch Liu Xi."

"East Factory?"

"...It is a secret agency. Alas, how many good ministers in the world have fallen into their hands. If this continues..." The boss shook his head and advised, "Young Master, since you are new here, listen to me. When you are out, if you encounter the East Factory, avoid it if you can."

Near the capital, the East Factory has almost covered the sky with one hand. As for the eunuch Liu Xi, he is called the Nine Thousand Years Old. Although he is a eunuch, he is also above one person and ten thousand people. Ordinary people can't fight him at all.

"Thank you for the advice. I will pay attention." He carried the medicinal materials and found an inn to sit down. With such an injury, it is obviously impossible to leave immediately.

The green-dressed girl upstairs was obviously stunned when she saw him. Seeing that this was a living person, she couldn't help but look out and then closed the door.

After she closed the room, Jiang Chen looked up. Maybe it was an acquaintance of the original owner. However, he didn't know him very well. Or it should be said that he didn't know him at all.

The moon was high in the sky, and the night was boundless.

Jiang Chen sat at the table, tidied up the medicine, scissors, and gauze on the table, and went out to pour out the red basin. He had several circles of gauze wrapped around his head, and his hair was loose, and he couldn't tie it up at all. The only thing to be thankful for was that the bleeding had stopped after the medicine was applied to the wound. It was just because the body lost too much blood and the injury was to the head, so he was still a little dazed now.

He stood up with the edge of the table, trimmed the lamp flowers, and blew it out.

The extinguishing of the lights seemed to make the surroundings quiet down.

Jiang Chen's habit over the years made him sense a murderous intent in this silence. Even without martial arts, he could feel the breath of death.

When he let down the bed curtain, his eyes were cold.

After an unknown amount of time, a small bamboo tube was inserted into the window screen, and white smoke came out of the tube.

The door was gently pushed open.

The visitor looked at the silent bed, and the two looked at each other, nodded, and a bit of coldness flashed in their eyes. They tightened their long swords and moved closer.

A bright cold light flashed, and the bed screen was broken by the blade, stabbing straight at the figure on the bed.

A piece of softness.

It was obviously not the touch of stabbing a human body.

"It's a trick!!!"

Jiang Chen turned out from the inside, grabbed the long sword, and swung it backhanded.

Very fast, very fast.

It was like a cold light. It was not the speed of a person without martial arts.

The masked man who approached first had already fallen down with his eyes open.

Seeing this, the few people behind him were shocked for a moment, and thinking of their mission on this trip, they all rushed over with their swords raised.

The Thirteenth Prince had few chances to be alone. If they could not kill him successfully on this trip, how could they explain to their master?

What was infuriating was that there were rumors in the market that he had been beaten to death, so why was he still standing here alive?

Jiang Chen pursed his lips tightly, covered the blood gauze removed from his head to block the smoke with one hand, and chopped off other people's weapons with the other hand. But now he only had moves and no internal strength, and the injury was still in his head, and he could not control his body well. Now facing these professional killers, he was still a little stretched.

With a thump, two more killers lay down.

Jiang Chen could already feel the wound on his head split open. The scene in front of him became a little blurry.

"He's dead, go!" Someone whispered.

The oncoming knife light suddenly became dense.

Jiang Chen's fingertips tightened, his eyebrows were cold, but his eyes were still a little scattered.

There was a bang in the room, and the thick smoke exploded.

When he felt his arm being pulled, he immediately swung his long sword. The person pulling him gasped, obviously frightened by him. After dodging, he whispered, "Follow me quickly, do you want to die here?"

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