The Princess of Northern Land

"Lin Ziyin, this is all because of you, just wait." Sitting alone at the table, Ma Zhicai gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

It's been a few days since I left home, so let's go back and take a look. There was nothing he could do if he stayed in Fengcheng. After all, he was just an ordinary citizen and could not get close to Prince Ling's Mansion.

None of this matters. Didn't Prince Ling still appear in the Lin family? Perhaps by keeping an eye on the Lin family, we can get a lot of information.

Ma Zhicai quickly packed up his things. When he entered the city, he only brought some changes of clothes, which were very convenient to pack.

Several ingots of silver were placed on the bed, and Ma Zhicai's expression became unclear again. There were a total of forty taels of silver on the bed, which was left by my second uncle Ma Erlang when he was leaving and asked him to take it back and hand it over to Bao.

Forty taels of silver was not a small amount, and Ma Zhicai was struggling a little, wondering whether he should take all the money back and give it all to Bao.

After thinking alone for a while, he randomly wrapped the money in his clothes, then carried it on his back and left the room.

"Hey, why do you walk without eyes?" Perhaps Ma Zhicai's luck was really bad. He was hit by several women not far away as soon as he went out.

"Are you trying to take advantage of me on purpose?" Before Ma Zhicai could speak, several dark-faced men rushed out, all of them looking fierce.

"You see clearly, they were trying to avoid the carriage and hit me." Ma Zhicai said coldly, "The Yamen is not far ahead. If you want to blackmail someone, we might as well go to the Yamen and have a good talk."

The people across from him probably didn't expect that he was going to go to the Yamen when he opened his mouth, so they were all stunned and at a loss.

Ordinary people, who wants to go to the Yamen? That place is not much different from the Palace of Hell. Besides, under the jurisdiction of King Ling, the officials in the yamen have always been very aware of everything. The people on my side were not injured, but I was afraid that if I really entered the Yamen, I would not get any benefits.

"You just have a tough talk, do you think we are being rude to you because we want to blackmail you? You are a grown man who bumped into a woman and you don't even know how to apologize. You are so confident that you become a good man." A black-faced man glared at Ma Zhicai fiercely. Lesson, "If you hadn't looked like a weakling, I would have taught you a lesson today."

There was a quarrel on the street, and onlookers quickly gathered around. Ma Zhicai's face almost bled when faced with everyone's pointing fingers. "Who are you calling a weakling?"

"I'm talking about you, what? If you're not convinced, just have a fight with me." The black man glared at him with disdain and provoked.

Ma Zhicai really wanted to fight with him. As a child, he had never been so humiliated before. If the teachers and classmates in the school knew about it, he would never have the dignity to come out again.

Impulse is impulse, Ma Zhicai has not lost his mind yet. When he saw that there were many people on the other side, and the men were all dark and thick-looking, he was immediately discouraged, "If I don't get involved with unreasonable people like you, it will ruin the reputation of us scholars."

He specially emphasized the word scholar.

Sure enough, when the other party heard these three words, his expression changed, and the way he looked at Ma Zhicai became more cautious.

Ma Zhicai was secretly proud and raised his head higher. Yes, he did it on purpose. Anyway, the other party doesn't know his true identity, so let them misunderstand. There is a law in the north. If an ordinary person hurts a scholar or a scholar, he will be severely punished by the Yamen.

"Get out of the way, please get out of the way." Just when there was a stalemate here, an urging voice sounded not far away.