Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

"Old man, be wise and take out the wallet. Everything will be easier. Don't force us to do it. Take it out quickly, you damn old man." A young man in a blue robe said viciously.

The friends who were following him also shouted, "Hurry up and hand over the money, or you'll get a good look."

The old man huddled behind the stall, held the money bag tightly in his arms, and said tremblingly, "No, this money bag is not yours."

It was given by a benefactor, and he still has to return the money bag to the benefactor.

"Old man, you said this money bag is not ours, doesn't it still belong to you? Why don't you take a pee and take a look at yourself? Can you afford this money bag made of rare materials? Hurry up and return the money bag to our young master. .”

"No, no, this is not yours, it was given to me by a benefactor." The old man took a step back in fear, but did not compromise.

"Oh, you are still relying on me. I said it belongs to me, and it belongs to me. Please give it to me quickly. If we have anything to say, we can talk about it. If you are still so stubborn, you can only find someone to take good care of you. .”

As soon as the young master finished speaking, a follower walked up to the stall owner with a stick.

The stall owner still held on to the money bag.

Yun Qingluo recognized the money bag at a glance and raised an eyebrow at the person beside her, "When did Ah Chen become so kind-hearted?"

She said there was something wrong with his expression just now. It turned out that he had given his money bag to someone else and was penniless.

As Yun Qingluo spoke, he took out a few pennies from his pocket, or actually from the system, and gave them to the shopkeeper standing next to him.

Xiao Yi sighed, "It's not easy for you either. You still have to make money to support your little wife."

Yun Qingluo:......

The shopkeeper Huanxi took the money, glanced at the situation on the other side, and sighed.

"Hey, how can you get anything good after messing with this young master?" The shopkeeper sighed sadly.

Yun Qingluo turned around and asked curiously, "Does the shop owner know this stall owner? Who is that young master? He is so powerful that he dares to steal money on the street?"

The shopkeeper carefully glanced across the street and saw that no one was paying attention, so he introduced in a low voice, "The stall owner's surname is Cheng. His wife passed away a few years ago, and his son died in the border war last year. It’s pitiful to leave a little grandson behind and the grandson and grandpa depend on each other.”

Yun Qingluo felt a little heavy after hearing this. War is never a joyful thing.

"What about his son's wife? How come there are only grandsons?" Yun Qingluo asked confused.

When the shopkeeper heard this, his face turned cold, he looked at the young master's back and took a sip.

"Old man Cheng's son was a young general, and he married a wife who was as beautiful as a flower. When the young general did not die in the battle, the young master was still a little scrupulous. But when he found out that the young general died in the battle, he beat his gongs and drums and robbed his wife. The little lady was also a virtuous woman. She hit the wall and died on the spot. At that time, there was a big fuss and the county magistrate came, but in the end it was nothing. It was like a nest of snakes and rats, hey." The shopkeeper said His tone was filled with resentment.

Yun Qingluo's expression turned cold. She glanced at Mo Beichen and saw that his expression was even colder and the air pressure around him dropped by several degrees.

The shopkeeper crossed his arms, wondering why he suddenly felt cold.

Yun Qingluo took a breath, held Mo Beichen's hand, and told him to calm down, and then asked the shopkeeper, "Who is that young master? Even the county magistrate can't do anything to him?"

The shopkeeper said a little vaguely, "I heard that he is the cousin of the new number one scholar. When the new number one scholar returned to his hometown, he stayed at his house for one night. No, this person became arrogant. The new number one scholar wanted to marry a princess. Yes, if you want to be a consort in the future, who dares to offend you?"

The new top scholar?

Yun Qingluo and Mo Beichen looked at each other. This happened 800 years ago. The news here is so backward. How can we still treat the new champion as an onion?

Yun Qingluo originally thought she would hear some exciting inside story, but it turned out to be just a fool holding a chicken feather as a token of authority.

Mo Beichen's expression became colder and colder, and the air pressure around him became lower and lower. Even Yun Qingluo shuddered. The shopkeeper glanced at Mo Beichen in surprise, said a few words cautiously, and quickly ran into the shop. inside.

Mo Beichen asked Yun Qingluo to wait for him where he was, but Yun Qingluo expressed that he also wanted to go.

Mo Beichen frowned, "Dirty things are not worth mentioning. Luo Luo, wait for me here. I will take care of it and come to pick you up."

Yun Qingluo looked at his serious eyes and smiled, "Okay, I'll wait for you here."

Mo Beichen felt slightly relieved after hearing this, let go of Yun Qingluo, and walked towards the opposite stall.

"I gave him the money bag. If you have any questions, you can come to me." Mo Beichen stood next to the stall owner and looked at the group of dandies.

Several people saw Mo Beichen appear and looked at him. Seeing his extraordinary bearing, they were a little afraid to speak for a while.

The stall owner approached Mo Beichen very excitedly and shouted happily, "My benefactor, I finally see you coming out. This money is too much. I'd better take it back, my benefactor."

Mo Beichen glanced at the stall owner, shook his head slightly, and said nothing.

The man called Young Master over there couldn't stand still. He was still waiting to get the money back and go to Xinghua Tower to redeem Xiaocui's body.

"Who are you? You said that the money bag is yours? That belongs to me." The young master shouted.

The followers and friends around him also echoed one by one.

Mo Beichen glanced at several people, and the aura of the superior was released, full of aura. In addition, Mo Beichen himself had been immersed in the battlefield for many years, and all the evil aura he had brought with him was released at this moment.

Several people suddenly felt that they were being targeted by ferocious beasts, and were so frightened that they could not move.

Mo Beichen glanced at Yun Qingluo and saw her curiously looking at the lanterns next to her. He looked away and said coldly, "I said it was my money bag. Do you have any objections?"

No one dared to speak at this moment, but some people still bravely stood up and said, "I have an opinion! This, this belongs to my young master."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was knocked to the ground by Mo Beichen's palm with internal force, and he kept screaming.

Everyone was immediately frightened, what a master this was.

"Okay, it's yours, it's yours, you, just wait for me." After the young master said that, he ran away without stopping.

Mo Beichen turned around, looked at the money bag held by the stall owner in both hands, reached out to take it, and said coldly, "It's indeed too much."

Then he took out a small piece from his money bag, threw it on the stall, and said impatiently, "I can't even afford this little money, so I can only do some small business. I'll give you these. I'll carry the little money myself." , any more should be regarded as the compensation just now."

After saying that, he walked towards Yun Qingluo without even looking at the stall owner. The stall owner behind him didn't care about being bullied by Mo Beichen and kept smiling and told Mo Beichen to walk slowly.

When Mo Beichen heard the words of the stall owner behind him, he curled his lips slightly.

When he walked up to Yun Qingluo, he calmed down his aura, as if nothing had happened. |

At this time, Yun Qingluo was looking at the lanterns on both sides.

"The lanterns here are quite beautiful and very spiritual." Yun Qingluo praised.

Xiao Yi admired it, "The craftsmanship of the ancients was really good. The lanterns of various shapes are much more spiritual than those produced by modern assembly lines."