"Oh? This little lady is actually my husband's guardian! Let me show you what it means to be unable to give!" After saying that, he threw the jade token around his waist into the basket.
On the sign, the word "mu" is written like a dragon and a phoenix.
Xianbei Murong.
"Haha! How much is Murong's waistband worth?" After Huan Qin finished speaking, he took off the bracelet and threw it into the basket.
"How can this be done?" Ling Muyun took out the bracelet from the basket again in a very graceless manner.
Seeing this made the waiter feel a burst of pain.
This kind of behavior of comparing wealth to each other will never happen in ten or eight lifetimes, but once it happens, it will be enough to feed the entire troupe for half a year.
Especially the bracelet, which is "dense, yang, positive, bright and even", all show that the materials are exquisite and the workmanship is fine. It is worth a lot at first glance.
"Quick, put it on!"
Huan Qin remained motionless, letting Ling Muyun grab his green little hand and put the bracelet on, with a satisfied look on his face.
Ling Muyun was not a stupid person. After holding Huan Qin's waist and walking quickly, he was still nagging at a loss. Now, the softness of the tentacles, coupled with the pleasure of the electric shock, made him feel at a loss for a while. I forgot to take my hand back.
Huan Qin, on the other hand, blushed and pulled his hand back when he saw the crowd looking in this direction.
What made it even more difficult for her to say was that Ling Muyun actually put his hand to his nose and smelled it, and said: "It smells so good!"
"Okay, now that Murong's waistband is not worth money, what now?"
Looking at the bamboo basket, there is an extra jade flute, which is full of simplicity, and it is not ordinary at first glance.
"I'm Ling Muyun, don't you know the name of the young master?"
Ling Muyun didn't want to argue about whether he had money or not. The treasure of the ancestors was still lying there, and there were countless gold and jade objects in the oxcart. It was really boring to fight bravely and fiercely on the hook fence.
"Murong Min. What's the matter? Can't you find anything more expensive than this?" Murong Min didn't understand the style and still said reluctantly.
"Is this something that Mr. Murong used for his cultivation?"
"Uh." Murong Min suddenly blushed, thinking not to lose face, so he threw the thousand-tone flute into the basket.
Murong Chui founded Hou Yan, but he did not follow his father and ancestors, but stayed in Chang'an.
The original intention was to hone the impulsive character and the ability to be independent, but when my mind got hot, I ended up being impulsive.
The waiter experienced the ups and downs of life in a few words.
First, Murong Min gave him a rare ingot of silver, and Ling Muyun even more gold. Then, he was dazzled by the jade tokens, jade bracelets, and jade flutes.
But then, just as the jade bracelet was taken back, the jade flute was also taken back by the young man named Ling Muyun in front of him.
"Sir, this jade flute was given as a reward by Master Murong."
"That's the truth." Ling Muyun was about to put the jade flute back into the bamboo basket when Murong Min reached out and took it.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Murong Min acted like a normal person and sat back on the table pretending to drink tea.
The waiter looked at Murong Min with wide eyes, but Murong Min turned a blind eye.
Finally, he had to turn his gaze to Ling Muyun, his eyes clearly saying: You can do whatever you want.
Ling Muyun smiled bitterly, took another piece of gold cake and threw it into the basket. He also gave Huan Qin a look to stop her from starting another dispute.
After such a fuss, Ling Muyun felt that the little play was not entertaining the audience, but was clearly about the joys and sorrows of the human world.
At the end of the song, Ling Muyun waited for the audience behind him to leave one after another before standing up.
"This young master!" A man in his forties, wearing a black shirt and holding two ingots of gold, stopped Ling Muyun: "I'm Zheng Cong, the class leader of Kelaifu. I was just listening in the background. The waiter told me the whole story, and he was really not very sensible, so he came here to apologize and ask for your forgiveness."
After saying that, he handed over two ingots of gold with both hands and asked Ling Muyun to accept them.
"Oh? The class leader has come to see you. The ditty was done well."
Ling Muyun didn't answer, turned around and walked out.
"Young Master is righteous!" Zheng Cong bowed deeply to Ling Muyun's back.
"Am I in trouble?"
Huan Qin followed Ling Muyun, holding her mouth and feeling aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law.
"Our family is not short of money." Ling Muyun waved his hand and continued: "I have heard for a long time that Chang'an's cross-patterned steamed buns are famous far and wide. It is the fermentation method that came from the palace. Want to try it?"
Huan Qin didn't eat much. He ate prunes first and then some snacks. In fact, he couldn't eat any steamed buns, but seeing Ling Muyun's cheerful look on his face, he nodded happily.
Chang'an's steamed buns are huge.
It's as big as a basin.
Ling Muyun also ordered mutton soup and ate it with steamed buns.
"This fermentation method is really unique, and the pasta is made so soft." Huan Qin ate the steamed buns in small mouthfuls and said with admiration.
"That's right, after passing Chang'an, there is royal cuisine somewhere else!" Ling Muyun suddenly stopped while chewing.
Murong Min stepped in and looked at Ling Muyun.
"Master Ling is so happy, why don't we come together?"
"Mr. Murong, please sit down."
Murong Min always had a hint of disdain for the sound of Ling Muyun sipping sheep soup.
Fortunately, the drunkard didn't care about drinking. Huan Qin's beauty was what Murong Min liked most.
"This girl, may I ask who your last name is? Where is your home?"
"As a woman, my name is not worth mentioning. If you have something to do, please talk to my husband." Huan Qin sipped the mutton soup and did not look at Murong Min.
Murong Min entered the shop. Although he greeted Ling Muyun, his eyes were directed at Huan Qin.
Seeing that Ling Muyun didn't refute, he became bolder and asked Huan Qin his name directly.
At this time, seeing what Huan Qin said, Ling Muyun also knew what he meant, and immediately said, "Mr. Murong, if you have something to tell me, it's hard for a lowly person to reach the level of elegance."
Murong Min couldn't hear the hidden meaning and laughed loudly and said: "Since Mr. Ling dislikes it so much, why don't you transfer it to me, and the price is whatever you want."
"Seriously?" Ling Muyun was joking.
But Huan Qin's heart skipped a beat, and when she thought that her life contract was indeed in Ling Muyun's hands, she felt a little sad.
"How can we, the Murong family, go back on our word?"
Murong Min took out a fan from nowhere and opened it with a flick, staring at Huan Qin with a confident look on his face.
"One tael of breeze, isn't it expensive?" Ling Muyun blinked.
"One tael or what?" Murong Min frowned, as if asking if he heard wrong.
"Qingfeng!" Ling Muyun moved the stool towards Murong Min: "Qingfeng!"
Phew.
Huan Qin smiled.
"Hmph!" Murong Min flicked his sleeves, stood up from the stool, and strode out of the restaurant without even paying for the meal.
"Miss Huan, have you noticed that this guy is just a swindler? First he mixed a piece of gold with me in Goulan, and now he doesn't pay for the meal." Ling Muyun took a bitter bite of the steamed bun.
"When Murong Chui was in decline, Fu Jian took him in and entrusted him with important tasks. Murong Chui strongly advised him during the Battle of Feishui. Presumably, Murong Chui was ready to return to his country at that time. From this point of view, the family tradition is not very good. good."
Listening to Huan Qin's introduction, Ling Muyun nodded: "It's true that the Murong family is fickle."
When the Jin Dynasty invaded Qianyan, Murong Chui defeated Huan Wen, but was jealous of Murong Ping and took his whole family to seek refuge with Fu Jian.
In the blink of an eye, they were counting on the defeat of the former Qin Dynasty, and secretly took advantage of the fragmentation of the north to claim the title of King of Yan again.
"Okay, now that we've had enough wine and food, let's see how Wang Na is doing. I always thought Liu Li was weird, but I couldn't put my finger on it."
Ling Muyun paid for the meal and took Huan Qin back to the inn.
