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"What are you doing!?" Damn beggar, scram. " An irritable voice came from behind Gu Moyan, and someone pushed him right in the back.

Gu Moyan was caught off guard and fell backwards. "Hiss …" In order to alleviate his resistance, he used his hands to prop himself up from the ground. He grinded against the sand on the ground, breaking a layer of skin. Some sand seeped into the tiny wounds, causing blood to ooze out.

"Scram!" If you don't line up, don't block the way here. Laozi is in a hurry to leave! " The merchant watched as Gu Moyan stood in front of him, constantly swaying to and fro, blocking his line of sight. As he walked forward, he walked at a leisurely pace.

"You." He just reprimanded Gu Moyan a little, but he didn't dare to meet Shang Jia's eyes. He kindly helped Gu Moyan up.

Then, he immediately brought back Shang Jia's dissatisfaction. He rolled up his sleeves and revealed his strong arm. He punched the face of the person who just spoke, "It's none of your business, I'm talking to him."

Gu Moyan took a step forward and blocked the path of the person who helped her up. She did not forget her status and made a gesture with her hand.

"Yo!" This beggar is a mute! I wonder if it's really a mute or just a fake? " That merchant shook his thick black eyebrows as the corner of his mouth slanted and he mocked. He had just heard the beggar in front of him speak. After all, he was a travelling merchant.

Gu Moyan didn't say anything, but he bit his lips out of reflex. He didn't think that his actions would attract the displeasure of others. What would he do if the soldiers in front found out?

"Why are you guys gathered together?" Do you still want to go out? " A soldier holding a weapon walked up and separated the crowd, squeezed between Gu Moyan and Shang Jia.

Unknowingly, the two of them had already surrounded a number of people. It was hard for them not to attract the attention of the soldiers. Thus, Gu Moyan noticed his surroundings and immediately tensed up, including the soldiers in front of him.

The portrait in his hand was of himself. He had just wanted to slip away from the crowd and face the soldiers when he realized he would be exposed.

"Kid, what are you doing? I already said not to cause any trouble for me. " Gu Moyan couldn't escape even if she wanted to, because someone was holding her arm. The voice here was hoarse. After thinking for a moment, he realized it was that beggar's leader. He came down from the front to see what this newbie really wanted to do. After all, he promised the little guy that he would bring him out of the city.

Gu Mo Yan took a step back in fear, struggling free of the man's threatening arm, and shook his head.

The soldier noticed Gu Moyan's abnormal behavior and went up to him to write. Feeling that the face looked familiar, he immediately lifted the portrait and compared it with Gu Moyan's face.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. You still haven't said it, these eyes are really similar. I've seen the most similar one so far. "It's just that something is missing …" After the comparison, the soldier stared at Gu Moyan's face with a look of regret. However, he would never let go of this person.

"Let's go, to the front." He brought Gu Moyan to his side and casually threw a bag of silver taels to the flower chief. He looked behind him, then turned to Gu Moyan and said, "You're the last one here today. Later, wash your face and enter the palace with those people."

He then urged Gu Moyan to walk forward while muttering, "This is really similar. If this was the case, then I wouldn't have to be a guard here."