[Comprehensive martial arts] I am not a coquettish bitch

"Selling buns~~hot buns~~"

"Candied haws~~ beautiful and delicious candied haws~~"

The busiest snack street in the capital, the hawkers on the street are all loudly hawking their own things.The scents of various snacks mixed together and floated out far away, attracting many pedestrians passing by here.

Even the young masters and ladies who eat in nearby restaurants will sometimes come here to buy some snacks to try something new.

The pedestrians on the street are crowded with each other, and the comings and goings are very lively.

"Boss, bring me two meat buns." A clear voice sounded above his head.

The young peddler who was cleaning the steamer with his head down immediately replied: "Okay, wait a moment." Then he quickly took out the oiled paper, and picked out two big meat buns that were still steaming and obviously just out of the oven. Tie it up with oil rope and hand it over.

"A total of four copper plates."

When he raised his head, he was stunned. The people who buy buns from him are usually ordinary people.The most powerful ones I have ever seen are probably the guards from the house who came to buy steamed buns, all of them wishing their nostrils were raised to the sky, but I have never seen such a good-looking one.

The young master in front of him is as white as jade, and has nothing to do with refinement.It was beautiful, and that kind of feminine beauty was even prettier than the prettiest rich ladies he had ever seen from afar.He was wearing a moon-white gown covered with gauze, a ribbon inlaid with white jade was tied around his waist, part of his jet-black hair was tied up high, and the rest was scattered behind him.

It almost made the peddler look straight.

"Boss, here's the money." Even the hand that stretched out to hand over the money was as delicate as porcelain white, as smooth and tender as an egg that had been peeled off its shell.

"Ah, good... good." The peddler stretched out his hand and took the copper coins in a daze.

Then the boy stretched out his hand to carry the steamed stuffed bun on the booth and gradually walked away.

Jiang Chen hummed a little tune, happily biting the bun in his hand.

After more than a month, he went out of the palace again, and he felt very kind when he saw the bustle of people coming and going on the street, not to mention finally wearing the long-lost men's clothing today, how could it not be touching?

In the past month, I have eaten so many delicacies from mountains and seas in the imperial dining room, and it is also very good to come out to eat some special snacks.And the ancient people were more honest. The skin of the buns is thin and the stuffing is big. Every bite you can feel the deliciousness of the meat inside.

Such a real and delicious steamed stuffed bun only sells for two cents, the boss is really too real ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Jiang Chen ate one bun by himself, picked up the remaining one with oiled paper and continued to hold it in his hand, planning to give it to Jing Mao later.

It was hard enough for this poor child to be sent out by Zhu Jianshen to follow him, not to mention that he had been busy investigating Jiang Guiren for several days.It's so pitiful that I finally got out of the palace today but couldn't relax.

Of course there was a valid reason for Jiang Chen to come out of the palace. Jiang Guiren's death collided with the assassin's matter, so it's hard not to suspect that there is no connection between them.In the past few days, Zhu Jianshen has been busy checking the people around him one by one again, so as not to let anyone really leak the news.

Jiang Chen who stayed in Qingyuxuan for a few days to put vases in it couldn't bear it anymore, so he volunteered to run out and said that he wanted to help Zhu Jianshen test Gong Jiu.It is estimated that the emperor also felt that there were a lot of things going on in the palace these days, and it was not safe, so he allowed him to escape.

The more densely populated the place is, the easier it is for others to notice their whereabouts. Seeing that they have walked around this street twice, and everyone who should see has seen them, Jiang Chen is going to find a place to rest for a while , Waiting for someone to come to him.

At a glance, there is a stall selling small wontons at the corner of the street. In front of the stall is a bamboo pole hung with a white cloth, with the four characters of chicken soup wonton written on it.The delicious smell of chicken soup floated over from afar, directly into people's noses.

Still remembering the shadow of eating wontons last time, Jiang Chen cautiously leaned over.This time, there was only a middle-aged woman in a headscarf sitting on the table, with half a basket of green vegetables at her feet. It was obvious that she had just come here to eat a bowl of wonton after the vegetables were sold out.

The stall owner is an old lady who looks very old.A head of silver hair was neatly coiled into a round hairpin at the back of the head, held by a wooden hairpin.Wearing a pair of coarse linen trousers, the hands holding the pot lid are full of roughness and wrinkles, which look like hands that have been working all year round.

Seeing someone approaching, the old lady raised her head and smiled at Jiang Chen, revealing a few yellow teeth that were still attached to the gums—it seems that this time it shouldn't be a young man pretending to be.

Jiang Chen finally relaxed, walked to the small table next to him, dusted off the stool, and then sat down: "Grandma, please bring me a bowl of wonton."

"Young man, wait a minute, it will be ready soon." The old woman said tremblingly, lifted the cloth on the side drawer cage, took out the wontons that had been wrapped a long time ago, and put them into the pot.

After holding my chin and waiting for a while, the wontons were served.

Compared to the wontons made by those hidden guards last time, the old lady's wontons were so delicious that they exploded. The crispy and refreshing dough was gently bitten open, and the soup inside almost couldn't wait to overflow. The smooth and thick chicken soup paired with fresh and delicious meat stuffing is so delicious that it makes people want to lick their tongues bite down.

Jiang Chen who ate a wonton let out a satisfied sigh: There are wontons like this, what do you want in this life?

Even while eating, I was still thinking about how to dig the old woman back into the palace to be a cook. Eating a bowl of wontons like this every day is a rare enjoyment.

Huh?etc?Why is my mind a little dizzy?He shook his dizzy head vigorously, but the scene in front of him was still gradually blurred.

The only thing Jiang Chen thought about before he fell was: I plan to stop eating wontons in the future.

Seeing that the person who was eating at the same table fell down all of a sudden, the vegetable seller exclaimed, threw a few copper coins on the table, and walked away without looking back with the vegetable basket, afraid What implicated oneself.

After a while, the door of the shop behind the wonton shop was opened, and a few strong men came out from inside. Although they were silent and did not speak, they looked not to be trifled with.

In addition, there is another woman, if Jiang Chen is still awake, he will recognize this woman as the ugly old procuress from Yihong Courtyard!

As soon as the front foot was tricked by Zhu Jianshen's people, the back foot was tricked again by Yu Luocha in the same way. What a stupid word.

"Oh, thank you, old man. This Mr. Hua is a master of martial arts. Thanks to your help, we can catch him." The old bustard said eagerly to the old woman with a smile, and then swept the handkerchief lightly on the bed. On Jiang Chen's face on the table, he said angrily, "Otherwise, who will be responsible for our young lady?"

The old woman was holding a piece of silver, and she smiled with a few solitary yellow teeth showing: "Where? If such a guy is allowed to escape, won't your young lady be ruined in vain?"

"That's not it." The old bustard still smiled eagerly: "I'm going to arrest him now and go back to marry our lady, lest he run away after waking up, and the child in the lady's belly will have no father."

After waving his hand, several silent people beside him dressed as nurses quickly carried Jiang Chen to a carriage parked on the other side of the street.

And at this time, it seemed that some kind of dispute happened to happen in front of him. Everyone gathered to watch the excitement, but no one noticed the kidnapping in broad daylight.

When Jing Mao squeezed out of the crowd covered in sweat, he found that Jiang Chen was gone.

He hurriedly asked the old woman: "Old woman, may I ask if you have seen our son? He is a very good-looking man in a moon-white dress?"

As soon as the old woman raised her eyelids, the look of opening her eyes just now disappeared immediately.He stopped trembling when he spoke: "Yes, I was taken away by the group of people from Yanyunyuan just now, and I just left not long ago."

"Then did you see which direction they were going?" Jing Mao continued to ask anxiously.

"What's the rush? Sit down and eat a bowl of wontons, and it's too late to catch up." The old woman unhurriedly fished out a few wontons from the pot, poured them into a shallow porcelain bowl at the side, sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions, The green color floating on the chicken soup is really gratifying.

"Who are you?" Jing Mao finally realized that something was wrong with the old woman at this time, and suddenly became alarmed, and quietly touched the position of the soft sword on his waist, ready to strike at any time.

"I taught Wei Ziyun how to cook wontons for so many years, but I didn't expect his cooking to be so unpalatable."

The old woman suddenly said something irrelevant, but Jing Mao was even more startled: "Who are you? Why do you know Wei Ziyun?"

Wei Ziyun is one of the four masters in Da Nei. He stopped walking in the rivers and lakes a few years ago, but has been staying by the emperor's side to protect the emperor's safety.The ordinary-looking old lady in front of her can call out the name of the master in one mouthful, which is unusual no matter how you look at it.

The old woman sighed: "I just stayed in the palace and taught him to cook wontons for several years. I just came out of the palace in the past few years. I also knew that person just now. He is from your dark guard. So I sprinkled pollen on him by the way to make it easier to track."

Seeing that Jingmao was still vigilant, the old lady was not angry, but took out a token from her bosom.

It was an ordinary mahogany token, and even the red paint around the token was rubbed off a lot, revealing the color of the log inside, and the token was engraved squarely with gold lacquer.

No one would have thought that the tokens used to prove their identity by the most powerful group of hidden guards around the emperor would be so simple.

But it was such a seemingly simple wooden sign that made Jing Mao confirm the identity of the other party at once.

He bowed respectfully and said: "So it's the old man, it's Jing Mao who was rude."

There are always a few of the dark guards who can survive until the end, and the emperor generally treats these people favorably.After reaching a certain age, you can choose freely whether you want to leave the palace or stay in the palace and change your identity.

But even so, every person who becomes a secret guard will wear a token next to him, which represents their identity and their past contributions.Obviously, the old lady in front of her was also one of them.

"It's okay." The old woman waved her hand, and at some point there was a jade bottle with a shallow mouth and big belly in her hand.She uncorked the bottle, and a snow-white butterfly flew out of it. It landed on the old woman's withered fingertips, flapping its wings and moving restlessly, trying to take off.

"This is?" Jing Mao had never seen this kind of butterfly before, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

"This is the jade powder butterfly cultivated by the old man. As long as there is traces of pollen, it can follow the pollen to chase that person."

"As long as we follow this butterfly, we can find the whereabouts of the group of people just now, and avoid arousing their attention."

The boy Jingmao suddenly felt that his knowledge had increased.

"Then are we following the past now?"

"It's about the same time now." The old lady thought for a while and said, "They are traveling faster in a carriage, and if they are late, they will not be able to catch up." The white jade butterfly flapped its wings leisurely and took off.

After turning a few times in the air to identify the direction, he flew in the direction that the group of people left just now.