"Wait a minute."

Just as he was about to go out, Qiaoyun called Song Beiyun from behind, and then he elbowed him in the face. Song Beiyun almost instinctively raised his hand to remove Qiaoyun's attack. Before he could react, the second round of attack came.

Qiaoyun is a master trained by Duke Dingguo. Since he was studying martial arts, he had said earlier that even three or five imperial guards could not be her opponent.

But Song Beiyun took three moves in a row but was not hurt at all, and he could even fight back.

After the three moves, Qiaoyun, who was blocked by his arm, smiled and pulled out his hand and patted Song Beiyun on the head: "Brother, I have been hiding my sister for so many years."

Song Beiyun knew at once that he was probably exposed, but he had no idea why he was exposed. So when he went to the scene of the trouble, he asked in a low voice: "Sister Qiaoyun, how did you know?"

"I see that the bruises on your hands are not very clear, but you can see that you are pick-and-rolling with your hands. If you don't know how to fight, you are cross-straight, but cross-straight is easy to break. Only those who practice in winter, 39 and 30 summer, will cross-straight pick-and-rolling with your hands in the critical moment. The bruises on your forearm are very long and not heavy, just skin trauma."

Qiaoyun said that, then raised his arm, made his arm parallel to his shoulders, and stepped out to make his forearm and upper arm look triangles: "At that time, you were heading towards the corner of the stick. Although you had eaten a stick, you didn't eat all your strength. This method is usually only available in Southern Fist. I just tried it out, your ability to beat short is above me, stinky brother."

What could Song Beiyun say? The girl around him may be Zuo Rou, who is serious and stupid, and even Qiaoyun can easily see it. But this is nothing. She is an expert herself. It is too difficult to hide it in front of professional players. She can't see it normally, at most she is a little stronger, but the injuries on her hands are really exposed and she can't hide it.

"I just don't know how good your weapon skills are." Qiaoyun smiled at Song Beiyun with his hands behind his back, "Let's try it next time."

"That's definitely not as good as my sister. I can only barely compete with you for a few moves."

Qiaoyun looked at his expression and said nothing: "Why don't you fight back when you hit you?"

"You can't do anything to bully the weak."

At this time, Ah Qiao walked up to take Song Beiyun's hand and said proudly: "My Beiyun is so powerful. Sister Qiaoyun will know when you marry me."

"One or two... I'm talking nonsense." Qiaoyun was a little shy when Qiao Qiao said: "You can't talk nonsense outside."

"I'm saying this. When the door was opened just now, your face was red, and the ropes of your bellyband were hung outside your neck." Qiao Qiao was straight and straight, without turning around at all: "Who doesn't know, I can tell at a glance what you are doing."

When Qiaoyun heard this, she immediately turned her head aside, blushed and never said a word along the way.

Song Beiyun pinched Qiaoqiao's face with a lot of laughter and cry. There was nothing to say, after all, this matter was nothing at all.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, they came to the troubled place, which was still noisy. Song Beiyun was unable to show up, so he asked Qiaoyun to come forward to find out the news, while he stood in the crowd and watched the donation here.

This scene was indeed as he expected, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as being very enthusiastic. They donated money very enthusiastically. Judging from the numbers on the blackboard ahead, putting aside the money and grain donations from Xu Lijia and Miaoyan, the spontaneous and enthusiastic donations by the people alone had reached nearly one million trump cards.

Although most of the donations are donated by wealthy merchants, ordinary people are definitely the main force that has contributed to the great success of this donation, because they know best who has money and who has no money. If everyone has donated, why should their family not donate? If they don’t donate, they are just a mess, they are unkind and should be killed.

What does it mean to be fearful? This is to be fearful. No matter how stingy a wealthy family is, they must be bleeding once, otherwise the people's leisurely mouths are not a joke.

At the beginning, it was money and silver. Later, there were all kinds of things, including cloth, livestock and even raw materials. It was impossible not to donate them anyway. If you donate them, you would not block your mouth. Businessmen care about this the most.

Of course, there are also those smart businessmen. They donate not once, but donate multiple times. Let the roll caller shout a few more times, which is like sending them a wave of advertisements.

At the same time, just like the planned one, the other side of the fundraising team had already used the food they raised to start cooking on site outside the city, and also hired doctors from various clinics to start medical treatment. How much money was spent, it was just a piece of white paper to stick it out, which was clearly visible.

The more this happens, the more everyone is interested. In addition, from time to time, a few victims who have suffered from disaster come forward to talk about how miserable their hometown is, and then they thank them with tears in their tears, and immediately made the entire scene full of passion.

The disputes ahead were not big things, so Song Beiyun became frustrated and instead focused on collecting the discussions of the people around him.

"Young master, donate, it's time to sing our name right away."

Sure enough, the servant ahead shouted and said, "Luzhou Yang family, one thousand jin! Eight hundred kilograms of white face!"

After hearing this, the young man smiled and hugged his arms and said, "Although it cannot be compared with those high-ranking families, it is unreasonable if he doesn't donate."

"The person who recorded the record just now asked, asking if our Yang family is Yang Lao Linggong's Yang family, I said yes."

"After all, there are people who remember us."

While talking, Yang Wenguang suddenly turned around and glanced inadvertently, but found a young man standing in the crowd with bright eyes looking ahead.

Although he was just a side face, Yang Wenguang immediately frowned. He was too familiar with this face. He had worked hard to find this person these days, but he had no news. But who would have thought that he had met him by chance here, and he was really a little bit more time.

He shook his neck at the brothers beside him, and several young people immediately surrounded him and followed Yang Wenguang to the side. They cooperated very well and pretended to be ordinary people watching the fun were scattered around Song Beiyun. They couldn't see it at all. Even Song Beiyun didn't realize that he was surrounded.

"Hey, this brother." Yang Wenguang walked forward and put one hand on Song Beiyun's shoulder: "Come on."

Before he could say the next sentence, he was hit by an elbow in the abdomen. He was stomped on his big thumb in pain. He shouted, and the brothers around him immediately surrounded him, and then another one was stomped on his toes, which also hurt.

But in such a short and chaotic moment, when I looked up, there was no figure of Song Beiyun. Apart from the crowd, there was nothing in front of me, and I couldn't even find the hair.

"This..." Yang Wenguang covered his stomach and showed pain: "How could there be such a person?"

Song Beiyun had already arrived at Qiaoyun and Qiaoqiao at this moment, and dragged them to the crowd and said, "Someone is asking me for trouble, hide first."

"Come in trouble for you?"

Qiaoyun's face turned apart: "I want to die?"

"No, no, don't cause trouble." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Now is not the time to cause trouble. The order must be maintained well. Go to places with few individuals first."

The three of them quickly got into an alley. Song Beiyun squatted around the corner and looked out. He found that no one was chasing him. He gasped and said, "Sister Qiaoyun, why did the argument arose just now?"

"Don't talk about this for now, who wants to catch you?"

"I don't know either."

Qiaoyun stood up and said, "Follow me, I'll get rid of them."

Speaking of which, from the fight just now, Song Beiyun could feel that Qiaoyun's combat power was very terrifying. He would be more serious than her to fight. But this point is really not a good time to fight. So he quickly grabbed Qiaoyun's hand: "Sister Qiaoyun, don't panic. Tell me why the dispute over there is?"

"It's not a big deal that the shopkeepers of the two shops say that the other party is seeking fame and reputation, it's just a fight."

"No, there will be such conflicts later." Song Beiyun squatted and thought for a while: "Sister Qiaoyun, please tell the princess, and then ask someone to set up a sign. You can write the signs of ten businesses on it. If you donate more, you will be on the list. The list will be updated every hour. The brand should be big and eye-catching. If you want to shine with lanterns, you can write the list of good people. Whether it is to seek fame or a villain in the market, the more money you pay, the more patriotic it will be. After the fundraising is over, you will give the plaque of Jishan in the name of the princess. Just tell her that she can understand."

"Then you..."

"I'm fine, Qiaoqiao and I will go back first." Song Beiyun leaned over and kissed Qiaoyun: "Look at you, Sister Qiaoyun."

"I know..." Qiaoyun glanced at Qiaoqiao: "Protect Qiaoqiao."

"rest assured."

Everything was explained. Song Beiyun took Aqiao around and returned to the rented hut. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zuo Rou sitting on the recliner in a daze. He saw that he was awake but his mind didn't keep up. Even when he saw Song Beiyun coming, her eyes were still staring at the ground like a dead fish.

"Diet?" Song Beiyun walked up and bounced on her forehead: "Wash and prepare, the show is about to begin. Didn't you say you want to watch the fun?"

This whistle made Zuo Rou wake up, and she patted her thigh: "Yes!"

Seeing her anxious look, Song Beiyun lay leisurely on the chair and hurriedly changed into clothes after Zuo Rou finished washing and sighed: "I'm afraid there's really a big fun to watch today."

Qiaoqiao walked out with the cut fruit at this moment, sat beside her and ate and asked, "Why can you cause such a big storm in just a few words?"

"I? How can I have this ability? If I don't encounter the time, my momentum will decline. If I don't change my momentum, my nature will be weak. If I don't have strong strength, my talent will not be considered mediocre. If I want to conclude the Spring and Autumn Period, I still need to watch the east wind."
Chapter completed!