Mei Sanniang, the shopkeeper of Shuiyue Teahouse, has excellent tea skills.
According to popular saying, the tea brewed by Mei Sanniang has a unique fragrance.
Therefore, the Shuiyue Tea House's business was envied by everyone in the industry. Yang Hongshan often stayed at the Shuiyue Tea House when he was fishing, and he was very familiar with the shopkeeper.
Oh, it is worth mentioning that Mei Sanniang is a widow.
As soon as Jiang Wuji entered the door, a charming woman came up to him.
Under the thin silk dress, you can see the white and greasy skin and the embroidered coat that covers important places.
With his proud figure and looming outfit, it’s no wonder that old perverts like Yang Hongshan are obsessed with sending money here every day.
"Master Jiang is really willing to let me wait~"
Is this a teahouse or a Goulan tile shop? I'm not confident anymore... Jiang Wuji smiled and said, "You must be Mei Sanniang, right? I'm sorry, I've heard that Sanniang's tea skills are unparalleled, but when I see her today, Sanniang is really..."
"Coquettish?" Mei Sanniang interrupted.
Jiang Wuji: "Huh?"
Seeing Jiang Wuji's surprised expression, Mei Sanniang twisted her waist and said, "Master Jiang, don't be so cautious. Can a person of Sanniang's age not see through this? People who come to my Shuiyue Tea House , how many of them really come to taste tea?"
"Haha..." Jiang Wuji sneered, not wanting to talk about these things with Mei Sanniang, so he asked directly: "I wonder where the woman Yang Jindao sent this morning is now?"
"Here~" Mei Sanniang raised her plump and round chin towards the second floor: "Waiting at Shuiyueju."
"Thank you."
Just when Jiang Wuji was about to go upstairs, a pair of weak, boneless hands gently held Jiang Wuji's arm, and then Jiang Wuji found that his arm was stuck.
"..."
"Sir, don't be anxious~"
Mei Sanniang said in a charming voice unique to a mature woman: "Shuiyueju is the best tearoom here. It has excellent soundproofing and is soft. You can rest assured that we can talk in secret. If anything happens, Sanniang will be there first." I will inform you as soon as possible~"
Good guy... No wonder Shuiyue Tea House has a good business, there is indeed a trick.
Yang Hongshan sent people here because he felt that Jiang Wuji owed a love debt and someone came to visit him.
Therefore, with Mei Sanniang’s foreshadowing, the implication is that she will also help look after the wind...
Jiang Wuji felt it was troublesome, so he took out a tael of silver and gave it to Sanniang, "Thank you."
Sanniang's autumn eyes curved into crescent moons, she put away the money and said with a smile: "My lord, you are serious, these are what Sanniang should do..."
…
Shuiyueju.
"Zhiqua——"
Jiang Wuji pushed open the door and entered, wanting to see who came to ask for his debt, which led to his murder of Feng Ping.
As a result, when the figure in the room came into view, he swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
"Bamboo shoots... uh, Murong Heroine, why are you here?"
Murong Wanfeng: "?!"
Because we have been traveling all the way and it is dusty, it will be a bit embarrassing.
In addition, he met beggars and homeless people on the road, so he gave away all the one hundred taels of silver he defrauded Sima Qing.
Counting today, she hasn't had a full meal in five days.
This teahouse doesn't look like much, but the shopkeeper is very polite and arranges not only tea and cakes, but also fragrant noodles.
Murong Wanfeng was unmoved at first, but he couldn't bear the protest from his hungry stomach.
She thought: I have been eating the wind and drinking the dew for so long, so eating something from him is not too much, right?
So, Murong Wanfeng finished a plate of cakes and was stuffing noodles into her mouth when she suddenly heard someone calling her.
stunned……
Looking at Murong Wanfeng, who has a mouth full of noodles, he still looks like a heroic heroine. He is simply the reincarnation of an evil spirit...
Jiang Wuji held back his laughter and sat down opposite Murong Wanfeng.
"How about you eat first?"
"Bah, bah, bah." Murong Wanfeng put down his chopsticks, took a few random bites and swallowed.
"I'm stuffed."
Jiang Wuji: "..."
"There are only four pastries in total, and your arrangement is too stingy."
Sensing that Jiang Wuji's eyes were on the empty plate, Murong Wanfeng was talking nonsense without conscience.
Jiang Wuji touched the bridge of his nose and didn't care about it. He asked, "I heard that the heroine wants to ask me to collect a debt? What kind of debt is it asking for? If I remember correctly, the heroine still owes me money, right?"
Hearing this, Murong Wanfeng frowned and said: "The sons and daughters of Jianghu have their duty first. A few taels of silver are nothing. When I have it, I will pay it back to you."
Haha, you are so stubborn, and it turns out that it is the uncle who owes the money.
Jiang Wuji: "Then what happened after the heroine found her?"
"It's...actually it's nothing, nothing..." After being asked this question, Murong Wanfeng realized that he had nothing to do with Jiang Wuji.
If I insist on collecting debts, I have defrauded him of one hundred taels of silver before, which is not a small amount of money.
Moreover, this matter can be said adamantly in front of outsiders, but if you say it in front of Jiang Wuji, you must not be rejected to death...
Seeing Murong Wanfeng hesitating, Jiang Wuji smiled and lowered his voice: "Xia Xia, you haven't forgotten your identity, have you? Run to Fengtian Division to find me...do you want your life?"
Although the Red Lotus Sect was notorious, Jiang Wuji believed that he was not wrong about people.
Although Murong Wanfeng was the wife of the leader, she had a chivalrous heart and would never do anything harmful to nature.
Coupled with the assassination of the Queen Mother, the Red Lotus Sect's attitude is obviously to protect the Queen Mother, so the so-called number one rebel in Dali has yet to be weighed in Jiang Wuji's mind...
"me……"
Murong Wanfeng lowered his head and said aggrievedly: "I am no longer a member of the Red Lotus Sect."
"Huh? Are you divorced?"
"???"
"Stop it!" Murong Wanfeng scolded: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know the whole story. The leader and I are completely innocent. We just used the name of the leader's wife!"
"Huh?" Jiang Wuji was a little surprised and asked subconsciously: "In name only?"
Murong Wanfeng: "Of course!"
"Then Heroine, you won't still..."
"What?"
"Haha, it's nothing."
"Dirty!"
"..."
Jiang Wuji really didn't understand why Murong Wanfeng came to him, but he thought that Wan'er and her master and junior sister didn't seem to get along well, so he asked tentatively:
"Does the heroine have a place to stay in the capital? If not, do you want to go to my place to deal with her for a few days?"
"Oh, I'll give you this face."
"Haha...Okay, okay."
Jiang Wuji sighed heartily and asked again: "So what is the heroine doing in Beijing this time?"
Why are you asking this again? Are you bothered? Murong Wanfeng, who was homeless, rolled his eyes at Jiang Wuji, and at the same time his head was spinning rapidly.
Suddenly, she remembered something the leader said before.
"Of course I came to the capital for business. Do you remember Yue Chaiqiu, the arrogant man in the mountains?"
Jiang Wuji nodded: "Of course I remember, the heroine almost died in his hands."
"If you can speak, just say more!" Murong Wanfeng spat and continued.
"According to reliable information, this person is hiding somewhere in the capital."
"..."
…
"Sister, this is it."
The Nangong siblings appeared outside Shuiyue Teahouse.
Nangong Su's beautiful eyes were focused and scattered, her eyebrows were furrowed, she didn't know what she was thinking.
Seeing this, Nangong Jue said sternly: "Sister, what we represent now is Donghai. It seems that Jiang Wuji let us go last night, but in fact this guy has a very bad heart!"
"Think about it, if word gets out in the future, and the world accuses us of not keeping our word, it would be good for him, and he can still earn a gentleman's integrity. This is a trick that kills two birds with one stone. The Li people are just dirty! Bah!"
"Sister, believe me, I've asked about it a long time ago."
Nangong Jue continued: "This guy is extremely lustful. If King Luo hadn't been there last night, he would never have let go of the opportunity to make you a maid."
"On the pretext of fulfilling the bet, we sneaked into this guy's house, waited for a month of dark and stormy nights, and took his head..."
"Don't worry, sister, someone will escort us back to the East China Sea when the time comes. We just need to complete the mission of this trip."
"..."
