Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

"hungry!"

"I know."

"hungry!"

"All right, I know, I'm hungry too!"

A small round bald head protruded from a small alley. It was the little monk Mingxin, carrying Xiaoping who was not much shorter than himself, and looking around with round eyes cleverly.

Make sure that there are no soldiers on patrol or people who come to search for them on this road.

Finally relieved.

However, Xinping on his back has been in trouble for a long time.

Although she always laughed, and even the thrilling environment only made her more excited and happier, this time it was a little different.

Because it happened suddenly, Mingxin didn't have any money or food with him, and the two little children were very hungry.

Have to find a way.

At this moment, he saw an art performer on the street in front, performing stunts such as golden guns, locks his throat, and smashed boulders on his chest. The crowd burst into applause and applause from time to time.

Xiao Mingxin rolled her eyes and said, "Yes!"

"hungry!"

Xiaoxiao behind her pouted and grieved.

"Well, I know, I'll make money for you to buy food right away."

Mingxin didn't go over immediately, but looked around, picked up a broken basket, put Caution in it flat, then covered it with a piece of rag, and said to Caoping's big eyes that flickered: "Don't make trouble. Oh, if you make a fuss and you are discovered, the two of us will be arrested by the bad guys."

Xiaoping seemed to understand, and nodded obediently at him.

Mingxin then let go of her heart and carried the big basket on her back.

He walked over and said to the big busker who was wiping his sweat between the performances, "This Shi-this big brother, can I borrow your place and sell the art for a while? I will divide the money earned by you halfway. it is good?"

The big man looked at the little bald head that was not as tall as his waist. It was so cute, so he smiled and said, "Little bald head, do you know Kung Fu?"

"I will."

"what can you do?"

"I called you to see, will you give me money?"

The big guy was amused by him and laughed. The people onlookers looked at the little bald breast milk and laughed so cutely. Some good guys said, "Come on, let this little baby come up and practice both hands. If you practice well, we will pay."

The man said, "Well, you go."

So, Mingxin took down the basket on her back and put it aside, walked to the center of the venue, gave a fist to the people around, and said: "Little monk-no, at the beginning of the next year, there is nothing to honor you all. , I can only work hard to practice Kung Fu for everyone. Big brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, those who have money hold a money market, those who don’t have money hold a private market."

Everyone immediately said loudly: "Come on!"

Mingxin stomped his foot and said, "Ha!"

He played a standard set of Wei Tuo Quan. Although Ming Xin was young, his moves were all styled. With a small fleshy face full of seriousness, it made people feel even more serious. lovely.

The applause is endless.

After a set of punches came down, he really put a stop to it seriously.

Then he said to the people around him: "Everyone, thank you very much."

Everyone was just watching the excitement, but when they saw a kid who looked so serious, they couldn't bear to lie to him. In addition, he was born cute, so they all gave him money.

In a short while, dozens of dollars were made.

He happily held the money, and sent it to the big man in the art: "Brother, I will divide you half."

The big man looked down and said, "Are you really giving it to me?"

"Of course, that's all right."

"Are you willing to?"

"Buddha--that is, the adults say, don't talk."

The big man originally only watched him for fun, but he didn't expect that the boy would behave in an orderly manner. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

Then, in Mingxin's reluctant eyes, he spilled the money back.

"what?"

Mingxin looked at him in surprise, only to see the big man smile: "You gave it to me, I took it, this, count as my charity to you."

"..."

Mingxin was stunned.

Hearing him talk about charity, obviously, he saw through his identity.

Although he took off his monk's robe and gave it to Ran Xiaoyu, he was a little bald, and he was hitting a set of Wei Tuoquan. He thought he was hiding it well, but the adults had long seen it through.

The big man said to the slightly trembling Luo basket: "Hurry up and put it on your back. Later, the inside—will crawl out."

Mingxin immediately bowed to him: "Thank you, kind brother."

After that, he hurried to pick up the basket, and ran away in the eyes of everyone who was a little curious and a little surprised.

The big performer stood in place, sighed lightly, and muttered: "This world is so messy that even monks can't get quiet."

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Xiao Mingxin didn’t dare to go the right way, she could only run cautiously along some small roads and alleys, bought a steamed bun with the money in her hand, shrank it in a corner, broke it apart and fed it little by little to Xiaoping. have eaten.

Although Xinping was just over a year old, she ate half a little because she was hungry.

When she was full, Mingxin also ate a small half.

He hid the remaining half carefully in his arms, and said to Xinping: "Let's eat the next meal, ha."

"Wow."

"Next, I will find your mother. But, where is your mother?"

"Woo..."

"Sister Xiaoyu didn't make it clear that you are a princess, and your mother must be very powerful-queen, or concubine?"

"..."

"Where can I find her?"

"Ah-Ah Snee!"

Xiaoping sneezed, and his face was muddy with drool and nose.

Mingxin found out that they didn't wear much clothes on both of them. Seeing that the sky was going to darken, it might snow at night, and that it was nothing more than windy meals. If they were sleeping, both of them would be frozen to death.

Fortunately, I just made a little money, but I am not going to sleep on the street.

He poked another head out of the alley, looked around, and just saw a very simple looking inn in front of him, so he said, "Go, let's go there."

"Wow!"

Xiaoxiaoping seemed to be very happy, bouncing around in the basket.

Mingxin said hurriedly: "Don't make trouble, if we are discovered, we will be arrested by the bad guys."

After listening carefully, he calmed down obediently.

Mingxin put the rag on the top of the basket, carried the basket, and ran into the inn by himself.

As soon as I entered this inn, I felt the atmosphere inside was a little strange.

Other inns are full of people, but here, it seems to be very quiet, saying that there is no one living, but on the second floor, every room is closed, and there seems to be someone watching at the stairs.

Why is it so strange?