Although the name of Fulai Inn is a bit rustic, the furniture and utensils inside are all exquisite, the waiters and waiters in the shop are all smart and enthusiastic, and the food is authentic to the south.
Therefore, as long as Feng Changshi, the envoy of the King of Huaiyang, went to Beijing on business, he would settle here seven or eight times out of ten.
But this time, since I knew that I needed to stay permanently for a period of time, I would not change to another home.
And because I am a regular customer, the store's every care is considerate and smooth. Even some of the small errands assigned to him were handled more appropriately than his own steward.
Feng Changshi lived very comfortably for a while. When he was happy, he even asked him to screen out unimportant visitors. Even if he got clean, he could make a small fortune for the store owner.
Therefore, at around noon that day, Danyang and Han Qinglan arrived at the back door of the inn. After expressing their intention to come and being slapped with a layer of "oil" by the gatekeeper, they were stopped by a cook who happened to be passing by the inn not long after they drove in. .
"Hey, come here."
When he first heard the voice, Danyang didn't even react. The man was speaking to the two of them.
Han Qinglan also misunderstood the other party's intention, waved her hand and said with a smile:
"This car is not for the chef of the inn, we are here to find..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the other party came straight to the door and said with a bad smile:
"Are you here to run an errand for a distinguished person? This is your first time here?"
Danyang was just astonished at the opponent's foresight and good eyesight when Han Qinglan squinted his eyes, raised his legs and jumped out of the car. While secretly sizing up the man blocking the road, he greeted him with a hearty smile.
"Haha, I have a good eye. We heard that there is a noble man here who is good at fishing. Why don't we come here to do door-to-door business? Is this the time when I have finished helping with the cooking?"
When Danyang heard this, he noticed that the man on the steps had an invisible piece of cloth around his waist, and his dark face was shining with oil.
But looking at that guy, he looked more like the butcher she saw when she passed by East Street than a cook.
Just when they were wondering why the other party stopped the two of them, they saw Han Qinglan, who was approaching with a smile, turned her hand and pressed the big man's shoulders. The two brothers seemed to turn around and go straight to the dark corner of the corner where they were hiding, muttering something secretly.
She frowned as she looked at it, and just about to get out of the car to see what was going on, the two people with their backs to her at the corner suddenly turned around.
"It's really helpful, brother. No need to send it, no need to send it, we can just find it ourselves."
Han Qinglan laughed playfully, and while shouting polite words, she walked back to the carriage, grabbed Danyang's arm, lifted him up skillfully, and half-lifted and half-supported him out of the carriage.
The movement lasted only in the blink of an eye. Danyang's eyes had not left his face, and he was afraid of the man who was looking at them but still kept smiling. The next moment he realized that he had already stood on the ground with his feet, and there was still someone who had just left beside him. Someone who is gone soon.
"Huh? You..."
The question he was just about to say was stopped abruptly by the sudden force of the hand wrapped around his arm.
Immediately afterwards, I heard hearty laughter coming from above my head.
"We have to hurry up with these. I heard that the noble people in the building are busy, and I don't know who will come to visit soon."
Danyang was not stupid at all. When he heard the sound of the string and understood its elegant meaning, he immediately stopped "making trouble" and just said "hmm", turned around and walked quickly towards the building.
She didn't know what arrangements Han Qinglan was making. It wasn't until she reached the top floor and found Room No. 1 that he appeared behind her.
"Is it done?"
After Danyang asked casually in a low voice, he received a very perfunctory nod.
But this was not the time to worry about trivial matters. She glanced sideways at Han Qinglan and silently urged:
"Then what?"
Han Qinglan smiled at her and replied silently with the same mouth shape:
"Follow me."
Danyang thought for a moment that she was about to play the cowardly "little tail", and her expression immediately became distorted. But after taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and reached out to grab the clothes of the person next to her.
Han Qinglan raised her eyebrows and looked at the hem of her clothes that was stretched to the limit on her left side, and couldn't help but laugh in her stomach.
Naturally, he knew very well that being pulled so tightly and the trembling sensation coming from his clothes from time to time were mostly due to anger, apart from his acting skills. But don't tell me, at first glance, it seems that he is nervous because he is timid to meet the noble person.
Trying to hold back his smile, he cleared his throat silently, raised his hand to knock on the door, and whispered "encouragement" with a smile under the cover of the knock:
"Well done, keep up the good work."
Danyang gritted his teeth when he heard it, but Naihe heard the sound of answering the door and the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.
In order to prevent the attacker from making too many moves, she rolled her eyes and took a step forward as the door creaked. She seemed to be hiding behind Han Qinglan, but she took the opportunity to pinch the opponent's lower back.
"Woo!"
Feng Changshi pushed the door open unhappily and came out, but was obviously stunned for a moment.
The man whose clothes were so ragged that he shouldn't be on this floor stared at him with eyes like bells, and his face seemed to be twitching?
At this moment, he couldn't remember clearly what the other party looked like. He was only stared at by those sharp and fierce eyes that made his limbs stiff and the hair on his back standing on end.
After a moment of stalemate with the other party, she remembered that the Rakshasa-like guy in front of her was probably a servant from another family who had gone to the wrong door on this floor.
But he just plucked up the courage and wanted to speak to repel the other party. As soon as he opened his mouth, the other party took the lead and shouted loudly like a bell:
"Hi, villain, I've met you, Lord Feng!"
A sound like knocking mountains and cracking rocks exploded in his ears, as if it could shatter his brain. Feng Changshi couldn't care about anything else anymore and could only hold his head in his hands, cover his ears tightly, and instinctively took three steps back. The explosion was still happening in front of him. A ball of phantom light appeared.
"You, you, rude person! Can't you speak more quietly? Get out!"
Feng Changshi's ears were ringing and he fell down on the stool behind him. It took him a while to get over his dizziness.
But when he opened his eyes again, not only was the man outside the door still standing in front of him, but there was also someone behind him!
…
In the wine shop in the small alley, as soon as Tian Zhuojiang finished speaking, Zizhu suddenly grew up.
"you!"
Where had she ever experienced such contempt?
When his mind went blank, his hands fell heavily on the table.
Snapped--
An extremely clear thumping sound instantly echoed through the entire second-floor compartment like water waves from far to near.
The lively atmosphere in the entire room suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on the table of three of them at this moment.
In the sudden silence where you could hear the drop of a needle, Zizhu himself felt a little regretful, and Mei Lan even pulled Zizhu's sleeve nervously.
Looking at the face of the young man opposite, he was obviously startled, but he soon regained his composure, smiled, raised his hand, and waved gently towards the stairs connecting the first and second floors.
Zizhu almost turned her nose in anger at the light movement, but this time Mei Lan learned from the past and before she could make any move, she jumped up almost in one breath and persuaded her:
"Don't! If we leave now, we will be at a disadvantage. It is also unfair and unfair. How will you tell the princess when you go back?"
They were warned before coming here, not to embarrass the princess of her family!
Mei Lan saw that Zizhu was wavering and immediately struck while the iron was hot: "We can't seem to be afraid of him. Let him be more powerful today and find opportunities for revenge in the future. There is no rush now."
