Madam is a Superstar

"Hua Hua Hua, you were the fastest and most ruthless just now, but you can do it to such a little kid. You deserve Hua Hua!"

Sure enough, Yuan'er let out a powerful roar, her round face showing a ferocious light,

He raised his feet and sat down on the bluestone ground. He covered his buttocks and screamed for his father and mother and kicked him three meters away.

very good,

Very brutal.

It’s not that Yuan’er hates evil, but it mainly stems from Baozi’s friendship with the little beggar.

Di Ying also came over at this time and took a look at the miserable state of the person who was kicked out by Yuan'er.

He looked at Song Qing silently, and what he wanted to express on his expressionless face was probably:

Madam, Miss Yuan'er seems to be as low-key as her subordinates.

Song Qing miraculously understood, her eyelids twitched, and she waved her hand to signal Di Ying to step aside.

If you take a horse-drawn carriage from Sufu to Dongjie Flower Market, the distance is not that far, and time is limited.

Therefore, Song Qing and Yuan'er's disguises were very simple, only roughly covering up their original appearance.

Although he looks different and wears ordinary people's clothes, his unusual nobility cannot deceive anyone.

The crowds who had retreated to both sides because of Emperor Ying's exit also took a step back to make way for them.

And those who were left in the middle of the end, besides the little beggar, were those dandy brothers.

"You, who are you? What does this young master have to do with you in disciplining the little beggars on the street?"

As Song Qing approached step by step, several dandy brothers swallowed hard and subconsciously stepped back.

They were not afraid of a woman like Song Qing, but they were afraid of the imperial shadow behind Song Qing.

The person who spoke was the man who was pushed to the front. He was dressed like a scholar in a navy blue quilted robe.

Looking at this face, Song Qing always felt that he had seen it before. As for where he had seen it before, he really couldn't remember it.

I can't remember and I'm too lazy to think about it. Whatever I can't remember is unimportant. She has a bright smile and a loose voice when she answers.

"You bullying the little beggar on the street has nothing to do with me... this lady, so I draw my sword to help when there is injustice.

It probably has nothing to do with you, so be sensible and take your people away quickly, otherwise..."

Before Song Qing finished speaking, several dandy brothers ran away and disappeared in an instant.

Upon seeing this, the servants who were lying outside the crowd pretending to be dead got up and ran away with their respective young masters, without even thinking of picking up the sticks.

Everything happened so fast,

The people who were watching around had not yet calmed down, looking at the backs of the dandy young master and the servants running for their lives,

Everyone's expressions were stunned, these, these group of lawless young masters relying on their family's power are leaving now?

"Tsk."

Song Qing clicked her tongue. She was a coward who only wanted to bully the weak but was afraid of being harsh. She still had the nerve to imitate others and be a playboy. She thought back to when she and Ah Yao...

Pulling away, she walked towards the little beggar who was sitting on the ground with her head raised and her clear eyes staring at her.

The bright and gentle smile turned into the deceptive amiability of a great man, and he stretched out his hand and spoke softly,

"Can you still stand up?"

Her face and voice were different now from that day on West Street, so she didn't ask the child if he still remembered her.

The little beggar looked at Song Qing's clean and white hands stretched out in front of him, lowered his eyes and shook his head softly.

Then he stood up with his hands on the bluestone, looked at the imperial shadow behind Song Qing and then at Song Qing.

He bowed to the two of them before and after, saying nothing from the beginning to the end like last time, but this time he stood still and did not move.

Song Qing frowned. According to what Li Xue and Yue Man said, the little beggar who gave them orchids could talk. Did he find the wrong person?

He glanced sideways at the little beggar's dirty right hand, and there was indeed an eye-catching red crescent-shaped birthmark.

Moreover, there seems to be only one little beggar who is so young and frequents Shili Changjie.

"A Yuan, let them disperse."

Yuan'er was stunned by the new name, but luckily Ji Ling reacted quickly and started to disperse the crowd at the top of his voice.

Song Qing, on the other hand, bent down and looked at the little beggar with a smile. He reached out and removed a vegetable leaf from the little beggar's messy hair and said,

"I have something to ask you. If it's cold, do you want to go to a teahouse with us to sit down and have a cup of tea to warm yourself up? Don't worry, my sister is a good person."

Maybe it was because Song Qing had just stepped in to help, so the little beggar nodded reluctantly.

He pointed to the direction to the left, where there happened to be a teahouse called Kesiyunlai.

In less than half an hour,

On the tea table in the private room on the third floor of the teahouse, the hot tea served by the waiter was filled with steam.

As for the plates of pastries on the table, the little beggar put them into oil paper bags that he specially asked for from the waiter.

"Have you ever studied martial arts?"

Song Qing did not ask directly what he wanted to ask, but instead asked what he wanted to ask in a casual way.

The little beggar put the cakes on the plate into oil paper bags piece by piece, leaving four pieces in the end.

Hearing this, he shook his head in denial, looked at the four pastries, and then looked at Song Qing and the others.

Song Qing understood what the little beggar meant, pushed the plate over and lowered his voice, "We are not hungry, you can eat."

Seeing the little beggar picking up a piece and eating it, he continued to ask, "You haven't learned martial arts, how come you are so strong? It's natural?"

The little beggar chewed the cake and stared at Song Qing's eyes for a while before hesitatingly nodded.

But the hand holding the pastry quietly used a little strength, feeling a little uneasy and nervous.

Grandpa said that when you look at a person, don’t look at his face but look at his eyes. This sister... must be a good person.

"Innate divine power?"

Song Qing became a little interested. Seeing that the child in front of him was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he had been suffering from poor food and clothing for a long time,

This little, malnourished and skinny guy could actually hold up the wooden sticks wielded by more than a dozen grown men just now. His smile suddenly became even bigger.

"Are you going to take the cakes wrapped in oil paper back to your friends? Sister is a good person and won't hide anything from you or lie to you.

I'm attracted by your strength and want to adopt you and take you back when you grow up to be just like him. "

Song Qing raised his chin toward Emperor Ying, who was standing at the door with a sullen face and holding his sword in his arms.

"Be my bodyguard. You can bring your friends back with me. I will give you a yard to live in and provide you with food and clothing.

When you grow up, part of your salary will be given to me, and it will be used as rent and food. How about that? "

Di Ying and Yuan'er both looked over in surprise. Didn't the empress come to ask about Lan Hua? How...?

The little beggar also looked at Song Qing in shock. His dirty little face was blank, and he even forgot to chew the cake in his mouth.

Song Qing smiled, and did not hesitate to reach out and pinch the child's cheek, and followed the guidance.

"Think about it, it's a good deal. If you follow me, you won't have to sleep in the open or be bullied by those people."

As he spoke, he glanced at the bulging oil paper bag and pinched the child's weak points, "Your friends are the same. Don't worry, my sister is really a good person."

Of course she has her reasons for doing this. Looking at the world, how many people can be as strong as the child in front of me?

If we cultivate talents who will become great talents in the future, Nangong Yu will also like it.

After all, this man has been recruiting talents from all walks of life since he ascended the throne and assumed such a position.