The dishes were served faster than Mei Chou'er, and two Huzhou dishes were placed on the table together. After Cheng Ting asked clearly which two Huzhou dishes were, he tasted the stalagmite-style pork first, chewed it slowly, and thought about it for a long time. I just found it fragrant and juicy, and couldn't find anything wrong with it. I went to try the mutton again.
Mo Lingfeng asked him: "Is it delicious?"
"That's it," Cheng Ting gave her a pair of chopsticks: "Just make do with it."
He picked up another chopstick and gave it to Wu Jin: "It's okay to eat for a while, but after eating for a long time, I still miss my hometown food."
After eating half full, Mei Chou'er arrived, followed by two maids, one holding Xi Qin and the other carrying the embroidery pier. There were crowds of people behind him, vying to see Mei Chou'er and who was in the pavilion. Mei Chou'er was invited to come out.
Not only the diners were alarmed, but the drinkers behind were also alarmed and swarmed from the straight bridge.
Suddenly, the small restaurant in front was crowded with people.
Three or four waiters stretched out their arms, squeezed a way, pushed open the door, and sent Mei Chou'er into the pavilion. They immediately closed the door, and then several people formed a human wall to protect the fragile door.
Mei Chou'er wished blessings to Mo Lingfeng and the others. One of the maids put down the embroidery pier in her hand. She then sat lightly on the embroidery pier, took the Xi Qin from the maid's hand, held the bow lightly, and placed the piano and drum on her thigh.
Wu Jin could tell at a glance that her embroidery pier was specially made, neither high nor short, just enough for her thigh to rest flatly on Xi Qin.
The shouting outside was too loud, completely covering the sound in the house. Mei Chou'er was accustomed to this. She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, swung her bow, held down the string, and made a unique cry of Xi Qin.
Just one sound, softer, clearer, more penetrating, and deeper than the beauty's crying voice, filled the air from inside the pavilion to outside the pavilion, and the sounds outside were like the receding tide, becoming quieter in waves.
After a sound, Mei Chou'er loosened the string: "What do you want to hear, girl?"
Cheng Ting said before Mo Lingfeng: "Be cheerful, I'm not full yet."
Mei Chou'er looked at Mo Lingfeng, and when she saw Mo Lingfeng nodding, she lowered her head again and pressed the strings lightly.
While everyone was listening attentively, she suddenly swung the bow on her right wrist, and the sound of the Xiqin immediately changed from a low whistle to a high pitch, suddenly blasting into the ears of the listeners.
The warm sound of the piano stirred up a strong force in the Yan Hall, as if it was about to break through the cold weather and snow.
Two bows and one string tie everyone's hearts together. When the bow is bowed, everyone's hearts are also relaxed. When the bow is tightened, everyone's hearts are also tightened.
Just as I was listening to the piano attentively, there was a sudden rumble in the backyard of Yan Guan, footsteps rolling back and forth, and curses pouring out. Originally it only sounded far behind, but as the sound of the strings became more and more urgent, the fight broke out. The sound also rolled from the straight bridge.
The diners were listening to Xi Qin infatuatedly, and when they were hit from behind, there was a sudden chaos. Seeing blood and axes flying everywhere, they all screamed and fled in all directions. Even the diners in other pavilions were also in chaos.
Several waiters were trembling and were swept out with the crowd.
The elusive Yin Nan came down from the beam and stood in front of the pavilion door, still holding a half-eaten chicken leg in his right hand. The sound of Xiqin coming from the pavilion was not chaotic at all, but became more and more smooth and hot, urgent and fast, as if It was created specifically for this fight.
In desperation, the chased person jumped into a loft and tried to climb out of the window. Four or five men with fierce looks chased him in. All the bowls and dishes were broken, and the fleeing man's head was also pinned down. On the table, he twisted his arms and escorted him out.
Amidst the mess of cups and plates, a young man walked over closely behind him, raised his leg and kicked the loser in the abdomen: "Get away, mother! How dare you insult me! I'll kill you alive!"
Then he moved his ears to listen to the sound of Xi Qin, then turned to look at Yin Nan, showing a smile: "Xiao Yin is here too, is he Mo Jiedu or Miss Mo? It should be Miss Mo, if it is Jiedu Now, the one standing outside should be Da Yin."
Yin Nan looked at the chicken legs and was reluctant to throw them away. He stuffed them whole into his mouth and reached out to touch the knife.
The young man waved his hands quickly: "No fight, no fight. You are not what you used to be. I respect you before it's too late. Why fight?"
He turned around and ordered his men: "Take this damn house slave back and wait until I come back to interrogate him."
The big men pressed the "domestic slaves" and left, their footsteps sounding in an orderly manner amidst the sound of the piano. Four more people in short brown clothes came forward and stood behind the young man, and there was another one who looked like a young man. The entourage carried the money bag and went downstairs to pay compensation, leaving only a mess and chaos in the hall.
The young man stood outside the pavilion, wiped his palms from his forehead to his chin, put on a naive smile, and straightened out his wrinkled clothes.
When the sound of playing the piano stopped in the room, he took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Little Liu Boyu, please see Miss Mo."
He and Liu Bowen are biological brothers. They share the same face, like twins who went wrong when they were reincarnated. One came first and the other came later. They are all so round that people can't help but want to see the teeth in his mouth. What shape is the tongue.
There was no movement in the room, so he kept bowing until the sound of the tea cup fell on the table, and then he heard Mo Lingfeng calling him to come in.
Opening the door carefully, he saw a square table in the pavilion, where three people, Mo Lingfeng, Cheng Ting, and Wu Jin, were sitting. Mo Lingfeng occupied the first place, and there was a circle of water around his mouth. It was obvious that he had just drank water, and Wu Jin was aboveboard. He looked at him carefully, but Cheng Ting had a blank expression on his face. He didn't know whether he was shocked by Mei Chou'er's piano skills or the chaos outside.
Mei Chou'er stood up and led the two maids to retreat knowingly.
Mo Lingfeng stretched out his head and glanced at the chaos outside, then looked at Liu Boyu: "I have seen you before. You and your father have been to my house."
Liu Boyu whispered yes and avoided her gaze.
The first time he saw Mo Lingfeng, he was disgusted.
He had seen too many smart little girls, but they all received secular discipline and teachings. But Mo Lingfeng was different. She grew up completely according to her temper. Liu Boyu always felt that she had grown up in a wrong way.
She is still a little cub now. In a few years, this cub will grow bigger and bigger. He can't even imagine what evil she will become.
Mo Lingfeng tilted his head and asked, "Why are you fighting here?"
Liu Boyu quickly replied: "The slave stole the treasure and ran away for two days. He was found here today. I was afraid that he would escape again, so I had no choice but to do something here. It disturbed Miss Mo. She really deserves death." "
Mo Lingfeng nodded and suddenly pointed at Wu Jin: "Don't bully him."
Liu Boyu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wu Jin and said apologetically: "I don't dare."
"Don't you really dare?"
"I really don't dare."
"What if I was bullied?"
"No matter how you bully him, the girl will vent her anger on him."
Cheng Ting sat there, listening to the clouds and mountains. His eyes looked from Mo Lingfeng's face to Wu Jin's face, but he couldn't see any clues. He thought hard in his mind and thought that this person was the same as the Liu and Liu whom Wu Jin mentioned in the afternoon. What kind of weapon is Liu? Yes, Liu Qi is very important, and it has nothing to do with it.
He couldn't figure out the relationship, so he simply didn't want to think about it. He cast his gaze on Liu Boyu's face and thought, "Why are these dumplings so round?"
