rich little concubine

The imperial city of the Ruitian Dynasty was very lively, with an endless stream of people traveling in horse-drawn carriages, restaurants and shops, and various small stalls hawking goods.

Ji Ziyang walked on the street and looked around, aiming at a fat man in rich clothes, followed by two servants on the left and one on the right, with a bulging money bag hanging on his waist, flickering with the walking pace, deeply I am afraid that others will not know that he is either rich or expensive.

"Isn't this the fat sheep on the go, it's up to you!" Ji Ziyang wiped his nose with his indecent thumb, his handsome face showed a bit of anger, he patted Xiaomu on the shoulder, and ordered: " Stand still, don't move, wait for the young master and I will show you a hand."

After speaking, one of them strode forward, and casually brushed shoulders beside the fat man, saying that they were rubbing shoulders, but in fact it was still a few millimeters away, to be exact, they didn't even touch the corner of the fat man's clothes.

The fat man in Huafu glared angrily at the person who almost bumped into him, turned his head and left without even noticing that something was missing from his body.

When he walked away, Ji Ziyang proudly tossed the purse in his hand, and then Xiaomu came over, stuttering with fright, his face pale, and said: "Young...young master...you It's stealing... If it gets out, your reputation will be even worse."

Ji Ziyang slapped Xiao Mumu on the forehead, and Xiao Mumu hugged his head, whoops.

"If you don't tell me, I won't tell, who knows! Besides, my lord, am I stealing? My lord, I'm doing justice for the heavens! Did you see the old man who set up a stall in the distance? That fat man took his stuff and didn't pay for it." silver!"

"Oh..." Xiao Mumu still didn't understand. After all, isn't it stealing? But when his young master learned this skill, he didn't see how he did it just now, so he just passed by. There is an extra bag of silver in his hand, without anyone noticing.

Stupidly following the young master to the old man, he saw Ji Ziyang took out a silver coin from his purse and put it on the booth, the old man picked up the silver and was very excited: "Thank you, young master, for your kindness, thank you, young master! "

Xiaomu wondered, when did his young master become so kind?But this is also good, in short it is better than before, so he smirked.

"What are you smirking!" Ji Ziyang turned around, and saw the little servant looking silly.

"I didn't laugh at anything, I just think it's good for the young master."

"Very good? Is it good to steal?" Ji Ziyang wondered, this honest child was spoiled by him so quickly?

Just as he was about to go to a restaurant for a tooth-beating festival, a roar came from behind him: "Stop!" It was that fat man who chased after him with a fierce look on his face and brought his two servants, and found out that the money bag was gone so quickly?It can also reflect that he stole it, isn't his brain stupid?

Ji Ziyang pushed the little wood to the side, and said, "Go and hide, don't come out." Then he smiled flatly at the fat man who was rushing up, and shook the money bag in his hand: "It's time, sir What I have in my hand is my thing, if you want to take it away, see if you have the ability."

After finishing speaking, Sa Yazi ran into the crowd, dodged left and right, his calves ran fast, and the skill of escaping and finding the way under his feet, in the 21st world, he dared to be the second, no one dared to be the first, as for this ancient time? ...Unless that person has lightness kung fu, but look at this fat man, with a fat head and big ears, it would be strange if he was so light.

Ji Ziyang walked around the streets, stopping from time to time to wait for him, even the two strong servants beside the fat man were out of breath, let alone the fat man, running slower and slower.... In the beginning, he could still chase and yell, but now he is out of breath when he speaks a word.

"Yes... have the ability... you... don't run away..."

Ji Ziyang imitated his stuttering, and said: "Yes...you have the ability...you...don't chase..." After finishing speaking, he burst out laughing, the other party gritted his teeth in anger, but he couldn't help it .

The fat man couldn't run any longer, so he ordered the two people around him: "You... two... meet... and continue to chase! I... I will rest for a while..." After finishing speaking, he kicked his butt sat on the ground.

Ji Ziyang turned his head and ran forward unsteadily, his pace seemed casual, but no matter how the two servants chased him, they were still a hundred steps away, and they couldn't catch up.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Prince, get out of the way!"

There was a commotion in the crowd at the front, and then a group of people came hurriedly on tall horses, interrupting Ji Ziyang's pace.

The leader rode a big burgundy horse, full of momentum, with his hair tied up high behind his head, dressed in black with silver wristbands, and a strange long knife on his waist. He had a fierce look on his face. People can't help being intimidated.

The crowd on the street separated unconsciously, and the lively atmosphere suddenly became solemn and tense. Some ordinary people even knelt on the ground.

Ji Ziyang glanced at the servant who was chasing after him, and he was also standing by the side of the street, not daring to move half a step.

Behind him was an old woman kneeling on the ground, who suddenly reached out and pulled the corner of La Ji Ziyang's clothes. He looked behind him, and the old woman showed kindness on her face, and whispered to him, "Little master, if you are just an ordinary My young master, why not kneel down too, so as not to get into trouble."

Ji Ziyang looked at himself in ordinary attire, but couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that the eldest son of the third room of the Ji family, a well-known family, was so useless.