Qiu Yin was stunned by her words again.

Why do the eldest lady always say so strange?

What is their dynasty behind? Their Beixuan Dynasty is the leader of the four major countries. Whether it is the economy, political system, or folk customs, they are the best. How can they be said to be backward?

Besides, what do they mean?

Miss herself is a native of the capital, and this is her place.

Of course he didn't understand that the dynasty that Shangguan Yu mentioned did not refer to the Beixuan Dynasty, but to this ancient era without high technology.

Shangguan Yu didn't know what Qiu Yin was thinking. After throwing away the garbage in his hand, he ran to a small stall in front.

"Come here, this thing is so delicious."

Shangguan Yu looked at the stall set up by an old man in front of him, where some small round balls were fried like flour.

I haven't tasted the smell yet, but just smelling the fragrance makes people saliva.

"Little girl, do you want to buy some?"

The old man looked particularly enthusiastic, his old hands were covered with flour, and his face was filled with a sense of weather-beaten vicissitudes.

"Yes, yes."

Shangguan Yu seemed very excited and said to Qiu Yin: "Hurry up, buy more, so we can go back and eat."

"Okay, Miss."

Qiu Yin was about to pay for money, but at this moment, the crowd suddenly became turbulent.

"Go away, go away, let the uncle go away!!"

The arrogant and domineering voice fell clearly into Shangguan Yu's ears, which made her originally happy interest disturbed for a while.

Her handsome brows frowned slightly. Before she could speak, she saw the old man's face change, and there was a little more panic on her old face.

Seeing that he immediately began to clean up his stall, his old hands trembled slightly.

"Uncle, you..."

"Old man, how many times have you told you that there are no stalls here!!"

Shangguan Yu's words just came to his mouth, but were interrupted by the arrogant voice of an officer and soldier.

Seeing him coming out of the crowd and standing in front of the old man's stall, he overthrew the old man's oil pan without saying a word.

The burning oil pounced on the old man's body, and the crowd around him couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but no one dared to speak.

The old man was so scalded that his face was ferocious and trembled with fear, but he could only kneel on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Yes...I'm sorry, the official, Caomin's family has a three-year-old granddaughter who is sick. Caomin can only come out to make some money. Please be kind to me..."

"show mercy??"

The officers and soldiers in the lead glanced at the old man coldly, put their hands on their waists, and raised their jaws arrogantly, saying:

"This is the area under my jurisdiction. I will give you a favor, who will give me a favor!!!"

While speaking, he kicked the old man hard on the shoulder.

Many people around him couldn't stand it anymore, but the people just dared to be angry but not speak out.

In the crowd, two pairs of turbulent black eyes were quietly looking at the scene in front of them, and a chill suddenly arose around them.

"Official...Prince, please spare me, please be kind..."

The old man kept kowtowing, and his hands were blisters with boiling oil.

The officer and soldier seemed to remain indifferent and turned a blind eye to the old man's request.

The lifted foot stretched out again to kick the old man's body, and a loud "bang" sounded, and a sudden slap was thrown on his face.
Chapter completed!