Maid Haitang knew that the young hall master's idioms were complimentary, so she couldn't help but laugh: "Young hall master, you are using idioms randomly again."
Shangguan Fan Qing clicked his tongue: "He is indeed handsome, Haitang. How about the young hall master help you capture him and make him your husband, so that we can make a good marriage with the jackals, tigers and leopards?"
Haitang looked at Xin Zhuo quietly, her face turned as red as a persimmon, and she squirmed: "Young Hall Master, I'm sorry!"
"Just say whether you are willing or not?"
"Of course I am willing, but that young master may not be willing."
"You don't care about him so much, but you can also blow up the uncooked rice into popcorn for him."
Just as Shangguan Fan Qing was about to take action, he saw a good show being performed on the stage in front of him.
Xin Zhuo also looked at the stage and was stunned for a moment.
I saw a nine-foot-tall, hunky-backed man walking out first, with a badly painted face, wearing dentures, and grinning. He said, "I am Xin Zhuo, the thief king of Fulong Village in Fulong Mountain. A certain family has eight thousand thieves and they are invincible!"
The words "Xin Zhuo, King of Thieves" seemed to have a strange magic power. The noisy hall fell silent instantly, and everyone looked over.
Frankly speaking, compared to the battle between the officers and soldiers outside the city and the rebels, the people in the city were more focused on the masters of the four major families in Fulong Mountain fighting against the King of Thieves.
In addition to the fact that most people have bet on it, it is more because the former is too bloody and has no twists and turns, but the latter can easily give people room to imagine, such as poor people turning into bandits, masters killing enemies, being seriously injured, etc. It would be perfect if the drama of bitter love was coupled with a bitter farewell before death.
Sure enough, as soon as "Xin Zhuo" set up his act, someone rushed onto the stage to fight with him. This person called himself Song Dongxi of the Song family. The two fought back and forth for 300 rounds. "Xin Zhuo" was beheaded with a knife, and then a man named himself Cui Ying'er's female thief hurriedly came on stage to bid farewell to him, and finally committed suicide by committing suicide. The melancholy and melodious musical instruments played.
"good!"
"It looks good, reward me!"
There was thunderous applause below.
Xin Zhuo clapped his hands twice against his will. He never imagined that in Fucheng, he could actually see himself on the stage with such an exaggerated image and performance.
The applause subsided, and the audience around them waited for a long time, but the play did not continue. Some people were unhappy and pounded the table angrily: "What do you mean? Huh? I bought the Chen family's beheading of Xin Zhuo's dog. Why did the Song family finish the performance? It’s gone? It’s just bad luck! I won’t accept it.”
Another person said angrily: "Damn it, I bought the Yuan family, no, I want to see the Yuan family behead Xin Zhuo!"
"I bought three hundred and ninety taels from the Murong family. If I lose the money, do I want it from you Zuixinlou? The Murong family will behead the dog a hundred times."
"Ah, show, show..." The theater owner who bought the Song family had no choice but to arrange for the actors to continue playing the roles of various major families, taking turns beheading Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo touched his neck and felt a little embarrassed. It was just a matter of beheading. Every time there was a bitter love scene at the end, I gritted my teeth and admitted that you arranged Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang, but where did Zhang Sansao and Widow Li come from? Do I know him?
Why not Su Miaojin? Aren't the thief king and the official lady more dramatic? The eighth-rate screenwriter is so unreliable.
At this time, Su Miaojin, who was already standing outside Zuixin Building, felt her ears feel warm for no reason. She couldn't help but be in a daze as she looked at the bustling brothel.
She couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, but she was sure that the dressed-up boy was Xin Zhuo!
This stems from the familiarity and mutual acquaintance that happened during those few days!
And based on her understanding of Xin Zhuo, it is possible that Xin Zhuo ran into the city while being hunted. He had such courage and means.
It's just...did he come to Goulantu for temporary pleasure, or did he have an ulterior motive?
Murong Yunxi on the other side didn't have so many ideas. He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily at Zuixinlou: "Little thief, you actually went in. I misjudged you. I paid by mistake. Big pig's hooves." Bad person, bah!"
The maids and guards around them looked at each other in confusion, and a personal maid whispered: "Second Miss, be careful, that young master doesn't know you at all!"
"I don't care, do you know what godly friendship is? I have even..." After all, she is a girl, Murong Yunxi couldn't say anything, and finally switched to stomping her feet: "Anyway, hum!"
Su Miaojin looked at Murong Yunxi, wondering why she was so crazy. Like a brother, like a sister, she turned around and left.
Let the little thief Xin do whatever he wants, why should I care about him?
"Miss!" Dong Ling and a group of maid guards quickly followed.
…
The performance in Zuixin Tower finally ended.
Xin Zhuo, whose head had been chopped off dozens of times, estimated that the time was coming, and couldn't bear it any longer. He waved to the woman in charge not far away: "Come over here, I want to see Xiaolihua!"
The voice wasn't particularly loud, but the words "Little Pear Blossom" seemed very special.
The hall, which was busy discussing the scene of "Beheading Xin Zhuo's Dog", suddenly became quiet again, and many people's expressions changed.
Although the four major families have great businesses and have never cared about romantic places, who of you here is not an old guest? Who doesn’t know that Little Lihua is the forbidden wife of Mr. Murong?
This guy really ate the bear's heart... Huh?
After seeing Xin Zhuo clearly, the crowd couldn't help but be startled. Such a handsome young man didn't seem to be unacceptable even if he saw Xiao Lihua.
"Hahaha, young master, what kind of woman do you want? Isn't it good for a man? I'll pay you a hundred taels and come with me to go out and have fun for a few days?" Someone couldn't help but have a face full of ridicule.
"I'll pay three hundred taels!"
"I'll pay five hundred taels!"
"I'll pay three thousand taels!" Mr. Jiang Hezhu looked at Xin Zhuo with burning eyes, "Jiang Hezhu of the Dukang Mansion admires the heroes of the world the most, and is willing to swim in the same boat with my little brother..."
"Young Hall Master, please help me, these people are so disgusting!" Haitang girl couldn't help shaking her Young Master's arm.
Shangguan Fan Qing laughed dumbly: "Hey, do you know how distressed you are?"
"I don't have that, it's just..." Haitang lowered her head shyly.
At this moment, there was only a "boom" sound, and the solid pear table in front of Xin Zhuo fell into pieces, and several cracks appeared on the ground.
He turned around, full of thugs: "You bunch of bastards, I'll beat you to death with a stick, shut up and sit down!"
I don’t know if there are any masters present. If you lose your temper and there is no conflict of interest, you can’t just take action while visiting a flower house, right?
The crowd fell silent instantly, staring blankly at the broken table and the cracks on the marble floor. This, this was at least a seventh-grade infuriating fluctuation.
At this age...
Are you afraid that he is not a new young master from one of the four major families?
"Just kidding, disrespectful."
Many people hugged their fists in embarrassment and sat down obediently.
Even Jiang Hezhu had a flash of surprise in his eyes, smiled, and sat down.
"Young Hall Master!" Haitang girl's expression changed slightly.
Shangguan Fan Qing's eyes narrowed: "I know who he is!"
The woman in charge was also confused. She trotted up to Xin Zhuo and stopped teasing her: "Mr. Master, I don't know your identity, but do you know Xiaolihua..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xin Zhuo had already pinched two pieces of gold and said in a low voice: "I know she is Murong Lei's woman. In fact, Mr. Murong asked me to send her a few words. I will never dare to do anything wrong." I think all this money belongs to you!"
The money belongs to Menghu Village, it was stolen, and you don't feel bad about spending it.
The woman in charge took the gold and was stunned for a moment: "Really?"
"really!"
"Okay!" The woman in charge hurried upstairs, and hurried down again after a while. She said with a sweet smile: "Little Pear Blossom Girl said, it's okay to just say something, but no matter who sends it, it must be talented and rude. Since I haven't seen you, I need you to give me two poems, untitled, feel free to use them!"
Isn't this possible? Has Xiao Lihua changed her mind about Murong Lei, or does this hook-and-rail craftsman have too many rules?
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and realized that he had memorized quite a few poems. Being a copywriter did not cause any psychological burden at all. "It's not a big problem. Where should I write them?"
The woman in charge pointed at the blank wall opposite. The surface was covered with white paper. If it was wonderful, you could copy it and keep it for a long time. If it was bad, you could tear it off at will.
"Okay!" Xin Zhuo stood up.
"Served with pen and ink!" A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the woman in charge.
Soon a boy brought pen and ink.
Xin Zhuo stepped forward and wrote two poems under the curious eyes of countless people.
