An old woman's voice came from the car: "Then stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

The official looked embarrassed and did not dare to say anything more. The coachman sat down in front of the car and drove forward on his horse.

Pedestrians on the road avoided the mud puddles and continued walking, talking among themselves.

"Where's the lady?"

"If you can be escorted by an official, your position is not low, right?"

"It must not be high, there are only four people."

However, these were irrelevant matters. It was common for official servants to escort official women. The passers-by left after a few words.

One of the pedestrians carrying a basket raised his hat, looked at the cars and horses going away in front of him, and quickened his pace to keep up.

[By the way, it is currently the best for reading and listening to books, @

The knife stabbed in, but there was no blood and only straw came out.

"It's fake." The officer shouted, then looked at the small window on the side, "You've been fooled!"

A few people in the room didn't say anything yet, and the people outside the door who were still watching the excitement laughed loudly: "It's so funny, what kind of trick is this."

The officer in the room looked ashamed, turned around and ran out with a knife in his hand: "Who are you! Are you an accomplice of the thieves?"

The man was not afraid at all and stretched his neck out: "Come on, kill me. Who do you ask me for? I am a filial and honest person. Who do I want to ask you for? In the middle of the night, a man pretends to be a woman. Come on."

Ah—there are bandits pretending to be officials here—"

The inn became noisy in the middle of the night.

Amidst the commotion, someone walked out of the inn, looked back, spit out a straw in his mouth, walked away quickly, and quickly disappeared into the night.

In the town where the sky is bright, vendors walking in the streets and alleys sell food and drink utensils loudly.

"Repair shoes." A vendor shouted while carrying a load with straw sandals dangling on it, "cloth shoes, fur shoes, straw sandals."

Shoes can be repaired and worn as long as they can be worn. The shoe repairman's business is very good. Not long after walking on the street, he met a customer. The shoe repairman put down his pick and turned a basket upside down for the customer to sit on, while he sat on it.

On the other basket, he held a big needle, neatly pulled through the straw rope, and repaired the entanglements on the shoes handed over by the guests.

"This is a trap." The guest whispered, crossing one leg and looking at the people on the street, "Don't come here."

The shoe repairman exclaimed: "I know, the repair is solid. Please give it a try, sir." He lowered his head and exerted force, and asked in a low voice, "Thank you for the trip. What do you call me?"

The guest took the straw sandals handed over by the shoe repairman and put them on. He lowered his head, patted and straightened his robes, and said, "Mengxi Chang of Nantang." Looking at the shoe repairman again, he smiled and said, "You're welcome. If you want to thank me, I should thank Mr. Cha of Dongtang.

He warned me that there was a trap, so I used a straw man to get through it, otherwise I would be the one trapped in the bone-locking golden mesh."

The shoe repairman rubbed the big array in front of him and smiled innocently: "It's best if you are good and I am good."

Meng Xi smiled, threw down a piece of money, and strode away.

Although it is good to say that everything is good, it is not all good now.

Unable to save anyone, their whereabouts are constantly exposed, making the matter even more troublesome.

Meng Xichang frowned...
Chapter completed!