Mu Yun had already concluded that the "red-sleeved look" was playing tricks on her, so he naturally refused to entangle her anymore. In a flash of thought, he stretched out his hand to grab her wrist that was resting on the table.
He fully expected that the opponent would take action to dismantle him, but unexpectedly, the "Red Sleeves" just let out a cry of surprise, and before he even had time to move, he grabbed his wrist pulse on the spot.
Mu Yun suddenly felt that he had a slender and soft piece in his hands. He was stunned when he heard the "Red Sleeve Form" groan in pain: "Ah! - you are a scumbag! What do you want to do to this form?!"
Mu Yun was embarrassed for a moment and hurriedly let go of her wrist.
The "Red Sleeve God" had tears in his eyes, and he scolded with self-hate: "Shameless and obscene thief! It's just that you don't want to pay the hexagram money, but you dare to plot evil against me! Huh! You really take this seriously. Is there no royal law in the world?"
Mu Yun scolded her so much that he was embarrassed. Fortunately, night was approaching and there were few pedestrians on the road, so he would not be embarrassed in public.
However, even if this is the case, he was in the wrong after all. At the moment, he could only say cautiously: "Miss Shenxiang, please calm down. I did act recklessly just now, but I definitely have no evil intentions. This intention can be seen day by day."
The "Red Sleeve Appearance" rubbed his wrists with regret and said with resentment: "It sounds grand, but who knows if you are duplicitous and are planning to take advantage of me? No, you must be responsible today. Otherwise, don’t blame me for bringing the matter to the government to punish you for molesting a woman from a good family."
Mu Yun became more and more embarrassed and said helplessly: "That's all, it's all my fault anyway. I will take whatever responsibility Miss Shenxiang wants me to have. If I can't do it, I won't refuse."
The "Red Sleeve Divine Appearance" snorted coldly, stretched out his white jade-like palm and said: "One tael of hexagram gold, ten taels of soup and medicine, a total of eleven taels, I will not care about you."
Mu Yun hesitated immediately and said in embarrassment: "The cost of this soup and medicine is too much. I am shy in my pocket, and I am afraid that I will not be able to come up with this much money for a while."
The "Red Sleeve God"'s eyes widened, and he said clearly in disbelief: "I can't even get out a mere eleven taels of silver. Master, are you kidding me? I'm a newbie here, and I haven't even spent the money to invest in the store tonight." Whereabouts, Master, if you continue to default on your debt, won’t I have to live on the street?”
After she said that, her eyes turned red again, and she looked really pitiful. Mu Yun felt even more apologetic, and after thinking for a while, he coughed: "Then it's better to do this. Let's take Miss Shenxiang to find Senior Sister Yu first. She should be If I have money, I can use it to compensate you."
The "Red Sleeve Look" pondered for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, but you have to keep your word, sir. The eleven taels of silver will be settled when the time comes, and you can't miss a penny."
Although Mu Yun didn't know whether this "Red Sleeve Goddess" really had the ability to make predictions, she did seem to have some idea of Yu Bingru's whereabouts. She said happily at the moment: "Don't worry, Miss Goddess. The man is true to his word. Time will never be short for you."
The "red-sleeved look" stared at him deeply again, and then started to fold the tables, chairs and benches, and ordered Mu Yun to carry them all on his shoulders.
She herself packed up the paper, pen, sign holder and other things, and held the hexagram flag with the handwritten word "embroidered mouth straight off", and the two of them followed each other through the streets and alleys.
The night was low, the moonlight was pale, and there were only a few people walking on the long street. Among them, a girl in red was seen moving sadly, her head lowered and she was crying silently. It turned out to be Xing Zhiying who had run away from the Fang Zhi Sword Hall.
She had no choice but to promise in front of Xing Zhenliang not to see Qi Xuegu again. Feeling aggrieved, she rushed out of the door without even having time to change her clothes.
At this time, it was the middle of winter, and the wind was particularly biting at night. Even though the eldest lady had a special physique and was not afraid of the cold, she still subconsciously crossed her arms, showing a bit of weakness in her delicate body.
As I turned a street corner in a daze, a sudden burst of heat came towards my face. When I looked up, I saw a small food stall on the side of the road that was doing booming business.
The fragrant lamb meat is stewed on the blazing fire, and the thin white noodles are cooked in the steamy soup pot. It is really hard to help but move your index fingers.
Xing Zhiying's heart suddenly warmed up, and then she realized that she had only been busy socializing during the day and had not had time to comfort herself.
But then I remembered that I came out in such a hurry this time that I didn't even bring any money with me, so I could only swallow secretly, which made me even more frustrated.
Just as she was hesitating, the stall owner of the snack stall had already seen her. He was about forty years old, short and fat but with nimble hands and feet. At this time, he was beaming with joy and greeted enthusiastically: "Big sister." Miss, you are here, I, Old Wu, are really going to have a baby today, ha... we should just go on as usual, right?"
It turns out that Xing Zhiying is a regular customer of this family. Hearing this, she couldn't help but smile and said: "Uncle Wu, why have you forgotten again? It's not that 'a pen must give birth to a turtle', but 'a fleng must give birth to a brilliance'."
The fat stall owner laughed and said: "The turtles and Hui are all the same. Anyway, the eldest lady knows what I, Old Wu, mean. Come and sit here. The ramen and lamb are all ready-made."
Xing Zhiying's face was slightly red, she shook her head and said, "No, Uncle Wu, I just had dinner and was just taking a walk."
The fat stall owner was observant and had an idea in his mind, so he smiled cheerfully and said: "Since you are just walking around, then you can just sit around casually. Miss, your clothes are thin, don't really freeze your body. Come on. Come on, I, Old Wu, am begging you to come and sit down here and rest for a while before leaving."
Xing Zhiying saw that the hospitality was hard to refuse, so she had no choice but to sit down at a seat next to the stove. The blazing light of the fire came along with the steam, and she immediately felt warm and cozy.
The haze in my heart unconsciously faded a bit, and I felt a little inexplicably moved, and almost shed tears on the spot.
She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her eyes. Xing Zhiying was laughing and laughing at her useless efforts. At this moment, she saw the fat stall owner holding a bowl of hot ramen in his left hand and a plate of tender and oily lamb in his right hand. Without any explanation, he put it on the table in front of her, and then said with a smile: "Young lady, please use it slowly, just as a favor to me, Old Wu."
Xing Zhiying was panicking and quickly refused: "Uncle Wu, stop working, I'm really not hungry..."
Only halfway through her words, an inappropriate gurgling sound came from her stomach, which instantly made Xing Zhiying blush with embarrassment.
Just when he was at a loss, he heard the fat stall owner chuckle and say: "Okay, Miss, I, Old Wu, have invited you today. Even if you are not hungry, you can pick some chopsticks. Otherwise, people will think that I, Old Wu, am not good at cooking. If the food delivered to my door has been pushed away, then I won’t be able to do business anymore.”
Xing Zhiying was shy and grateful at the same time, and since she was really familiar with the fat stall owner, she simply let go of her reserve, blushed and thanked him softly, then lowered her head to taste the familiar delicacy.
