On a midsummer night, the bright moon hangs high. Birds pass by under the mottled night of thin clouds, leaving a string of echoes of flapping their wings over the curfew capital.

On the Zhanghua platform, the smooth and visible bluestone slabs were coated with a layer of silver frost by the moonlight, and several light-colored dark patterns were faintly revealed. Looking down from mid-air, the patterns were complicated and not very clear.

The national master stood in the center of Zhanghua Platform wearing a cloud patterned, wide-sleeved uniform woven with silver thread, and closed his eyes and recited. Behind him were seven princes, all of whom were lowering their heads and dared not look around.

"The gods are coming, princes, please." The national magistrate did not turn around, but only gave a light command.

Behind Zhanghuatai is the Zhanghua Hall, which enshrines the gods that this dynasty has relied on for generations. There are several cushions placed on the ground, and the princes are in one after another, sitting on the cushions in a regular manner, waiting for miracles.

Legend has it that when the gods arrived, Zhang Hua’s platform was as bright as daylight, and most of the capital could be seen. The emperor and the ministers looked forward to it under Zhang Hua’s platform, waiting for the moment when the divine light was added.

A stick of incense passed, the moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and the wind was calm.

Half an hour passed, the breeze blew on my face, and the night kite whispered.

An hour passed...

Nothing happened.

The emperor couldn't sit still and climbed up to Zhanghuatai with his clothes on his hem: "National Master, what's going on?"

The national master was silent for a while and looked at the silent Zhanghua Palace: "The royal family's bloodline is not intact, and the gods will not arrive." That is, the gods are unwilling to make a choice and have to find other princes who are wandering among the people before they can show miracles.

Hearing this, the emperor's face was red and red, and he grunted for a while: "I asked someone to go and look for it."

No miracles appeared, and in Zhanghua Palace, the princes looked at each other in awkwardly. To put it nicely, they were blood-in-the-line; to put it bluntly, they were just that the gods looked down on them.

No one noticed that in the shadows on the beams, a round red-feathered chicken stood steadily, drooping his eyes and looking at the princes boredly.

Southwest Fortress, Jiuru Town.

This place is a hub connecting all over the place, with people coming and going all year round, and it is very prosperous. However, it is located in a remote place and has no jurisdiction. There are many fortune tellers, medicine sellers, and fighting on the streets.

"Bangdang--" A series of crisp sounds, someone fell from the sky and knocked down the fortune telling stall.

"Brother, be careful." A man who looked like a gangster next to him immediately stepped forward and helped the fallen person up.

"Thank you!" The man bowed and gritted his teeth and rushed out again, fighting with the big man who pushed him.

The gangster and the fortune teller looked at each other, smiled and weighed the money bag he had just arrived, cursed at the person who was fighting, and cursed a fool. The two quickly packed up the stall, the fortune teller took off his jacket, and wore a brown short-shot like a gangster.

Two gangsters leaned on the street. One stared at the gate of the "Hongshangyuan" opposite, and laughed at the girls in bright clothes in front of the door, swaying a veil to welcome guests; the other kept looking at the other end of the street. When he saw a small figure appearing in the crowd, his thief's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Xiao Qi!" The gangster ran over in three steps and met the child who looked only five or six years old.

The child was extremely beautiful, with pink lips, beautiful nose and peach eyes. Even if he was wearing a coarse cloth clothes, he could not hide his elegance. He lived in the suburbs of Jiuru Town, and his father was unknown. He followed his mother's surname Chang and lived with his uncle's family. His uncle gave the name "Chang Qi", which was not auspicious at all.

"Brother Chen." Chang Qi saw the gangster running over, and took a few steps, jumped up suddenly, patted the gangster on the shoulder, and greeted him.

Xiao Chen reached out to catch him, dragged Chang Qi to the alley, took out a child's clothes made of brocade from his arms, "Change it, the man named Ma will come out in a while."

"This turtle grandson will get married the day after tomorrow. I dare to play. I'll go to my master... tsk, the material is good, where did it come from?" Chang Qi put on his gorgeous clothes, snow-satin plum pattern lining, and red and gold-spreaded outer jacket, which is very rich and rich. The hem is a bit long and you will step on it when you walk.

"I just got back from Yunjinzhai," Xiao Chen was a little proud and squatted down to make up his clothes. "The family he was engaged to was named Wang, and Miss Wang's name is Wanrong, remember."

"I understand, Wanrong." Chang Qi squeezed his eyes, raised his chin, and walked out of the alley with his hands behind his back.

Two gangsters followed Chang Qi, and the three of them walked into Hongchangyuan in a swagger. The girl at the door looked at them and smiled. Chang Qi reached out and pulled the girl's hem and said hello with her mouth: "Sister Xiaoru."

Xiaoru tapped his head and quietly stuffed him two candies.

Chang Qi put his face in his sleeves without changing his expression, raised his foot and walked over the threshold, looked around and looked at a table of clients in the lobby.

The man with a fat head and ears sat at the table, hugging him and drinking wine. It was the one they were looking for. Mr. Ma was just engaged to a wealthy family in the town, and he still dared to spend money here.

Chang Qi walked over quickly and slapped his thick back: "Brother-in-law!"

"Who" Mr. Ma was startled and twisted left and right. After searching for a long time, he finally saw the short child, "Who are you?"

"I am Wang Wanrong's younger brother. You went to my house two days ago and I saw you!" Chang Qi laughed and learned a rude young master ten percent.

Mr. Ma looked at the carved child, and then looked at the two followers behind the child, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew that Wanrong had a younger brother, but he had never seen him before. The child was naughty, so it was normal to see him wherever he went. Everyone was relatives and they would meet him sooner or later, so that was nothing. But the problem was that it was really embarrassing to see his future brother-in-law in the brothel Chu Pavilion.

"Well, brother, why did you run into here?" Mr. Ma was very scared and looked around, afraid that Mr. Wang was also nearby.

"I came out to buy things, forgot to get the money, and happened to see you here," Chang Qi smiled innocently, "Brother-in-law, just lend me five taels of silver, I want to buy... well, lend me."

When Mr. Ma heard this, he turned his eyes and thought to himself that this brother-in-law was going to buy something shameful, and he was very calm. He pulled Chang Qi and whispered: "I didn't bring that much money, I can only give you three taels, but we have agreed that we will see my affairs here today and not let your parents know. If you miss it, I will tell them about your random purchases."

Chang Qi frowned and thought for a while: "Document!"

Mr. Ma took out his purse quickly, took out the remaining three taels of silver, and stuffed it to Chang Qi. Chang Qi smiled and said, "Thank you brother-in-law, I will give you back to you another day."

"Go." Mr. Ma raised his eyebrows and gave his brother-in-law a "tactical" look.

Chang Qi turned his back and rolled his eyes. Who is "tactful" with you, a fool.

He walked out of Hongshangyuan arrogantly, and Chang Qi looked at each other with two gangsters. Xiao Chen picked up Chang Qi, ran away, and hid quickly into the alley.

"Hahahaha, this stupid pig!" The three of them laughed. Chang Qi took off his clothes and threw them to Xiao Chen, took out the broken silver to divide it equally.

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"Have you taken the clothes as your clothes?" Chang Qi took out the candy given by Sister Xiaoru and threw it into her mouth.

"What kind of thing to do? I'll just take it and I'll see it. I'll throw it back to Yunjinzhai." Xiao Chen picked up the clothes and shook them.

"Yes, this is called "thief"!" Another gangster Chen followed suit.

"Oh." Chang Qi nodded. It turned out that this was called "The Thieves are also in the Tao". He learned a new word. After saying goodbye to the big and small Chen, Chang Qi stuffed a liang of broken silver into his socks, put on his shoes again, and went home with a harmless look on his face.

It was still early, and the streets of Jiuru Town were still lively;.

"Little brother, where are your family members?" The old lady with a pleated face asked him with a smile.

"It's behind you." Chang Qi said seriously.

The old lady was shocked and quickly turned around and had nothing. She turned around and saw that the beautiful child was gone. She was so angry that she stamped her feet. The feng shui of Jiuru Town was really bad, and it was very difficult to kidnap a child.

"Let's go, take a look, and make a plan for beating meat in your mind. Feeding a pig or a sheep is better than feeding a mouse..." The shouts of selling rat medicine can be heard from afar, and Chang Qi walked past the stall and turned back.

"You sell medicine, do you have medicine that makes people take the mouth and tongue sores?" Chang Qi picked up a pack of rat poison and looked at it.

"Hey, I don't have this harmful thing." The bearded man who sold medicine sneered.

Chang Qi threw down the rat medicine and turned around to leave, but heard the medicine selling whisper: "But there are some of these people who harm animals."

Chang Qi, who had just taken two steps, immediately turned back: "I'm going to harm the beast."

"Two cents." The bearded man touched a yellow paper bag the size of a copper coin from the bag.

Chang Qi took the yellow paper bag and gave the bearded man two cents.

"Mouse medicine is worthless, it only costs two cents a pack. Mix it in water and rice, and it will be done if the mouse is touched." The bearded man looked at Chang Qi for no reason.

Changqi lived in the suburbs of the town, which was a farm with a large chicken farm and farmland. He belonged to a sect called the Vajra Sect. His uncle Changsheng was also a disciple of the Vajra Sect. However, because his qualifications were too poor and had no status, he was thrown into this farm to guard the sect's property.

There are people guarding the farm everywhere, and ordinary people cannot get close to it.

Chang Qi lay on the fence, looking at the lively chickens inside, swallowing his saliva. Every morning, he would come here to pick up eggs for miscellaneous work, and his salary was just one egg.

"Xiao Qi, you've made money." The guards of the chicken farm were killing chickens. They would kill a few of them every day and send them to the tavern in the town.

"Dad Qiu, I want to buy half a chicken, okay?" Chang Qi took out some money from his socks.

"Okay, why can't it be?" Mr. Qiu reached out and touched Chang Qi's head. "I heard that your mother is sick."

"Well, go back and give her some chicken soup to nourish her body." Chang Qi said obediently, her bright big eyes were misty, which made people feel distressed to see.

Dad Qiu gave him half a chicken and gave him the chicken intestines and chicken gizzards. Chang Qi thanked him and took half a chicken home. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the yard, he was stopped by a chubby child.

"Chang Qi, you're going to steal things again." This little fat man was Chang Qi's cousin, named Chang Jiabao. He was obviously a cousin, but he was half a head taller than Chang Qi and looked seven or eight years old.

"Oh, our little brother is getting rich today!" The fat aunt, who was also a little fat, twisted her waist and walked out, stood with her cousin, "Come on, give it to my aunt."

"My mother is sick, so I have to stew the soup for her." Chang Qi hid the chicken behind her and stared at her aunt alertly. There was a black fur on the corner of her mouth, which was not very good-looking on weekdays, and it looked particularly disgusting today.

"You stole the chicken, you dare to hide it! Take it out, otherwise you will tell my father!" Chang Jiabao stood beside his mother, full of confidence.

Neighbors came out to watch the fun. The Chang family was noisy every few days, and there were always endless plays to watch.
Chapter completed!