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- "Yes, sir, I'll make a pot of tea first, sir, please wait a moment!" The old boy said respectfully, turned around and went down the stone steps, smiled at the other three people, nodded lightly, and then retreated quietly.
The bright moon in the sky is like a silver plate, and the stars are twinkling.
Yang Guo squinted his eyes and stared at the old boy's back until he turned to the path behind the plum blossom bushes. Then he turned around and smiled at Xiao Yuesheng who was looking at him with a smile: "Brother, this old boy is not simple. !¡±
Xiao Yuesheng snorted softly, turned around and opened the thick velvet curtain, "Which one of my men is simple?! I am your sister-in-law's old man. I have seen more of the world than you!"
When Yang Guo opened the curtain and entered the hall, a wave of hot air hit his face. The originally dark hall became brightly lit, and the dozen or so corner lamps in the corners were instantly lit by Xiao Yuesheng.
The door curtain opened and everyone had entered. Xie Xiaolan helped Xiao Yuesheng take off his fur robe. Yang Guo was wearing a thin green shirt. Although he looked chic, he couldn't take it off. He smiled and said: "Oh, that's true!"
Wanyan Ping was originally the princess of the Jin Kingdom, and she was a noble woman. Most of her subordinates were the old and young of the Jin Kingdom. They were the pillars of the last Jin Dynasty. They were loyal to her as a princess. These people spoke of their talents and experiences. , Yang Guo felt ashamed.
The hall is extremely wide, with two rows of seats lined up along the middle, with rattan chairs and coffee tables interlaced. Behind the seats on both sides are screens embroidered with landscapes and ladies. It was originally a very wide place, but it was blocked by screens in three parts and divided into several blocks. The small pavilion looks a bit scattered and elegant.
Yang Guo thought that it would be extremely cold if there was no one in the hall, but to his surprise, it was steaming hot. Two stoves unique to Guanlan Villa were placed one behind the other in the hall, occupying the center and radiating heat unbridled.
A majestic landscape painting was hung on the main wall. Yang Guo looked at the painting, shook his head and smiled: "Brother, how could you get such a house? Is the nobleman you mentioned a relative of the emperor?Does the sister-in-law know about this house? ?!¡±
"Haha, big brother is not like you! How could they not know? I came here to live for a while last year, but I found it stuffy and noisy here, so I stopped coming! Most of them live in the houses over the West Lake." Xiao Yuesheng glanced at him and sat lazily in a wicker chair by the fire. When he spoke, he never forgot to prick his second brother's weakness of henpeck.
Xie Xiaolan took Xiao Longnu with her, and the two of them carefully looked at the screens and bookshelves in the hall, but did not even look at the two shelves of porcelain antiques.
For such an official residence, Xie Xiaolan felt a sense of intimacy in her heart. She had a prosperous family when she was young, and her father once served as a scholar in the middle school, but was later demoted. He died in depression because of his honesty and integrity.
Regarding her childhood life, she often wandered in her dreams. She dreamed about it countless times at midnight, and her pillowcloth was wet with tears. She still lived in her own home in a trance. When she woke up, she realized that she could never go back. Now that she saw the official residence again, she It's indescribably kind.
Yang Guo sat opposite Xiao Yuesheng, and then he picked and said a few words. It seemed that he was a famous architect and had great knowledge.
Xiao Yuesheng also let him go, knowing that his second brother was dissatisfied that he was too comfortable and always stayed at home without any future and did not do anything for the people.
A real man should aim at all directions and travel across the world. Yang Guo often encouraged his eldest brother like this, but with little effect.
Before Yang Guo could say a few words, the thick curtain swayed, and the old boy came in with a teapot, and offered the tea one by one with light and graceful hands and feet.
"Master, do you want to prepare some midnight snacks?" The old boy bowed and asked softly.
"No, no, you go and have a rest. We'll talk about anything tomorrow!" Xiao Yuesheng held the tea cup in one hand and waved the other hand.
The old boy knew the master's temperament, so he said no, so there was no need to be polite, so he bowed and left.
In the hall, two men were sitting across from each other around the stove, holding tea cups.
The other two women were sitting in a small pavilion surrounded by a screen on the east side. Hundreds of thread-bound books were neatly arranged. Looking at the degree of wear and tear, it was clear that these books were just for decoration. They were sitting in recliners, holding books in their hands. Rolling around, he would pick up the tea on the low table next to him and take a few sips, and then take a look at his man.
"Okay, tell me, what exactly is my second brother planning to do in Lin'an? I can feel the murderous intention in your heart!"
Hearing this, Yang Guo's face darkened, his slender eyebrows furrowed, he took off the long sword hanging from his waist, placed it on the coffee table, picked up the tea cup, opened the tea lid, took a slight sip, and drank in the lingering tea. Moisture, he raised his eyes that had been slightly lowered, and through the hazy moisture, he said softly: "Brother, don't ask any more questions, it's nothing serious!"
Xiao Yuesheng's eyes flashed and he glared at him fiercely, "Haha, second brother, you are really impressive. Your martial arts has not improved much, but your courage has greatly improved."
"Haha" Yang Guo suddenly laughed, put down the tea cup,No need to cover your face with water, "Brother, do you know?"
Although he has never told anyone, the image of Xiao Yuesheng with great supernatural powers has been deeply ingrained in his mind, but he does not dare to confirm that he does not know it.
"Hey, that Ding Daquan, you don't have to worry about him, his days are over!" He stood up, walked to Yang Guo, picked up the long sword on the coffee table, and said casually.
"Oh¡ª¡ª?" Yang Guo couldn't help but look up to his elder brother standing next to him.
Xiao Yuesheng slowly unsheathed the long sword. Suddenly, a dragon roar sounded out of the air, clear and long, and then came out like a cold light through the sheath. The light was dazzling for an instant. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the long sword did not stop at all, and was finally completely unsheathed.
The sword body seems to have spring water flowing and shining in it. The sword is like crystal, crystal clear, but cannot transmit light. The sword body seems to be shaking constantly, and a stream of spring water is contained in it.
"Alas, fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the gentleman's sword of the past has changed greatly with the passage of time!" Xiao Yuesheng held the crystal long sword in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully under the light. He wiped it lightly with his index finger and sighed.
This gentleman's sword was originally a pine wood sword. It was the magical sword Xiao Yuesheng used when he cast a spell to save Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng on the top of Mount Hua. The wooden sword was transformed by the vitality of heaven and earth and became a magic weapon, so he gave it to Yang Guo casually. .
Yang Guo later found the big eagle with the help of Xiao Yuesheng, and then found the sword tomb of Dugu Qiubai, the sword demon of the generation. Although he carried the black iron heavy sword with him, this gentleman's sword never left his body. .
"It's just that in recent years, his swordsmanship has improved and he no longer needs a heavy sword to accompany him, so he abandoned it at Guanlan Villa. Besides, the sword is indeed too heavy, and it is quite tiring to carry it with him all the time.
"Second brother, you have never killed anyone with this sword!" Xiao Yuesheng smiled while stroking the sword, curled his index finger, and tapped the sword lightly, and a clear sound that sounded like gold but not gold rose into the sky, as if carrying A proud roar.
Yang Guo's face turned red and he felt a little embarrassed. Over the past ten years, he and his wife Xiao Longnv have traveled hand in hand in the world, half traveling and half doing chivalry. But when it comes to doing things, he always likes to show off with his wife. Jade Girl Su Xin¡¯s sword skills.
This set of swordsmanship is powerful enough, but it is not murderous enough. Instead, it is full of tenderness and affection. Every time the two of them use it, their hearts are full of emotions and affection. How can they have any intention to kill people.
Moreover, this sword seems to have a soul. When you hold it in your hand, you always feel the intimacy of flesh and blood, so you can't bear it to be stained with blood. Therefore, Yang Guo rarely uses a sword to kill people, but mostly kills with the magic power of snapping fingers that he learned from Dongxiehuang Yaoshi. , it is the best way to kill people without staining them with blood and without dying in a hideous manner.
"There are many ways to kill. Killing by relying on one's own martial arts is the stupidest way. To kill, it is best to kill with a knife! Killing invisible is the best!Have you ever read The Art of War? Subjugate without fighting. If the soldiers win without fighting, then the victory will be great! Martial arts are used to strengthen the body and protect oneself!"
" Xiao Yuesheng stroked the Junzi Sword, slowly sheathed the sword, put it back on the table, and gave a serious lesson. He had never been so talkative to everyone in Guanlan Villa.
With a smile, a sip of tea was sprayed. This was Xie Xiaolan in the middle of the screen in the middle of the screen.
Xiao Yuesheng pretended not to hear and continued to talk: "Even if you use martial arts to kill people, there are many ways to do it. There is no need to take risks and assassinate yourself Well, if you want to kill Ding Daquan, put a knife in his sedan A Jade Bee Needle, or go to Li Mochou to ask for a few Ice Soul Silver Needles, wouldn¡¯t it be easier?!¡±
Yang Guo smiled bitterly, feeling ashamed when his elder brother said that. He was really ashamed of himself for being so sinister and deceitful.
"Okay, you guys sit here for a while and I'll get some food and wineI don't know if the one from Fengle Tower is better or the one from Qingfeng Tower is more deliciousOh, I haven't been here for some days!" After that, He shook his head and disappeared.
The Fengle Building outside Yongjin Gate can be called the first restaurant in Lin'an. It is tall and majestic and unique. Although it has three floors, it first built a two-story platform with bricks and stone, and then erected permanent pillars to serve as flat seats. , after a brief calculation, it was nearly six stories high, built layer upon layer. Standing under the flags next to the building and looking up, Fengle Tower seemed to be piercing the clouds and soaring into the sky.
This is not the first time Xiao Yuesheng has come to Fengle Restaurant. Not only is he a regular customer, but he also has a good relationship. The number one drink in Lin'an, Nanhu, is produced by Guanlan Villa. It is the signature wine of Fengle Restaurant and is only available on the first floor. .
Liquor tax is one of the most important financial resources of the imperial court, so it will not be allowed to be privately brewed. Fifteen kilograms of koji wine is the death penalty. Xiao Yuesheng often smiles bitterly. This wine is a drug in modern society. Private brewing is no different from drug trafficking.
As an important place in Jifu, Jiaxing has a monopoly on wine. The brewing and sales are controlled by the imperial wine warehouse, and the tax is extremely heavy.
It¡¯s just that Jiaxing City is run by Guanlan Villa in a tight manner, and the governor, inspector, and administrator all have to look at its eyes to act. In such a place, naturally they keep it secret and keep silent. Therefore, the name of Guanlan Villa is not obvious to the outside world and is mysterious. Unpredictable.
The output of Guanlan Villa's Zui Nanhu wine is very small, one hundred kilograms per day, never more, and it is only sold in Fengle Building. The wealth gained is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
The imperial wine tax was calculated based on the rice used in brewing, which was one hundred kilograms per day. The tax was very small. However, the quality of Zui Nanhu was outstanding, far beyond the comparison of other fine wines. Its reputation was growing, but its output did not increase. Rare things are more valuable, so it is wine. The price rose and it became the number one wine in Lin'an. Even ordinary rich people had no chance to taste it.
Xiao Yuesheng walked through the grand Huanxi Gate and appeared under the brightly lit restaurant, with melodious music and music, and noisy laughter. In front of the building stood two young men in purple shirts. They bowed and saluted. They wore silk shoes and socks, and had beautiful features. They were from the restaurant. Welcome.
"Master Xiao! It's your boss who is here, please come upstairs quickly!" The young man on the left was startled for a moment, and then he hurriedly shouted. His handsome face was full of smiles, and he was attentive but not flattering. , quite a demeanor that is neither humble nor arrogant.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded, and followed him upstairs. The two people greeting the guests were also extraordinary. They almost had a photographic memory. They could remember Qiqi almost all the distinguished people who had been here. Eighty-eight, alas, if you have this ability, you can't go far to study and study, Xiao Yuesheng sighed.
With emotion, he went upstairs.
The first floor is full of scattered tables, there are fifty or sixty tables nearby, and the space between the tables is extremely spacious, which shows how big the restaurant is. The utensils on the tables are all made of silver, and the silver is shining. Guests and beautiful women are sitting there. In one place, there were clusters of flowers, colorful clothes and feathers flying, singers, piano players, jugglers, endless laughter, and it was extremely lively.
Among these women are mostly good -looking, or good -looking, or good at art. Here are just accompanying wine.
The second floor is a single room separated by screens, and the third floor is an elegant pavilion. Although there is the sound of silk, bamboo, piano and harp, the skills are exquisite and far beyond the comparison of the women on the first floor.
People who come here to eat are either rich or noble. Naturally, they will not check out and leave after eating and drinking. Instead, they will eat and play, or come with some poems and make a drinking order. After a meal, it will be midnight. At that time, there were only people entering the restaurant, but no one leaving.
Xiao Yuesheng did not order any food, but only served the best dishes on the table. Then he opened the small window in the pavilion and looked out at the West Lake. The night wind was cold, but he didn't care. The faint and ethereal singing followed. The wind blows, but there is something interesting about it.
His dishes were all the best, and naturally they took a long time, so he was not in a hurry. He looked across the night sky, and his mind had flown to the West Lake, watching carefully.
Each flower boat staged a similar scene, some with half exposed breasts, fluffy sideburns, and watery eyes that make people want to swallow it, or sitting upright, playing the piano and singing, the elegant men shaking their heads in unison, the vulgar ones The hands are up and down, or the sword is reaching the shoe, the clouds and rain are turning, the fat of the flower is slightly swaying, all of them are the flashy life of sentient beings.
Looking at it, Xiao Yuesheng suddenly felt a little emotional, his heart felt a little heavy, and he suddenly had the urge to do something. These fresh lives were trampled under the iron hoof, and I don¡¯t know how many people can survive. Alas -! It's time to do something!
While thinking about it, he suddenly felt something strange, as if the sound in the entire restaurant suddenly dropped a lot.
My mind was split in two, and I realized that the hall on the first floor was now silent, and the noisy and lively scene when I came up was no longer there.
In the restaurant hall, there is a table in the center, where the food and wine are still steaming. Five people in strange clothes are sitting at the table. On the ground below them, two young men are lying, motionless. The whole hall is attracted by them.
The five people sitting at the table were obviously one master and four servants.
A young man of medium stature, well-proportioned limbs, and high cheekbones sits in the main seat. His clothes are gorgeous, but he has a bit of toughness, as if he was born in the military.
There were two men sitting next to them. It was obvious at first glance that they were both civilized and military. They had a shaved head, a short and sturdy man with an intimidating aura. His nose was twitching, and the twinkling look in his small eyes was chilling. The other one was dressed in Confucian clothes. The handsome middle-aged man in a short scarf is handsome, with his beard gently stroking, and he has the demeanor of an elegant celebrity. The next two people sitting down were a Taoist priest with a negative sword and a man with deep curly hair.
¡° Such a table of people had a unique and eye-catching image, and now they knocked two people to the ground without any reason, and they didn¡¯t know whether they were alive or dead. It was really eye-catching.
This Fengle Building was opened by a government official, and very few people caused trouble here. Even if there were troubles, they would mostly go out of the building to solve the problem. It is extremely rare and bold to knock people to the ground like this.
"Sir, I don't know what's going on Our building is a place for everyone to have fun. If you come into the building, you are a distinguished guest. If you have something to do, why don't you find a place to solve it after dinner?"A rather prosperous middle-aged man with a smooth and honest face suddenly appeared and came to their table, bowing and persuading them in a friendly manner.
He glanced at the two people lying on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from their appearance, they seemed to be drunk, with their faces flushed and the smell of alcohol.
He welcomes people to and from them. He has a lot of experience and is very good at recognizing people. One look at the aura of these people, and he knows that they are not ordinary people. The aura of the bald man is like a murderer without blinking an eye. Like a bandit, his hands may be stained with blood.
Although the shopkeeper didn't see what happened, he glanced at it and saw that there were only two people using the wine dishes on the table, so he knew what happened. However, seeing that the two people were dressed in ordinary clothes and the five people with extraordinary momentum, naturally Know the trade-offs.
"Doha, throw these two trash out, you look upset!" The handsome boy waved his hand, frowned his thick brows, his slender eyes were expressionless, and his arrogance was revealed in his understatement. .
"Yes, sir!" The bald man stood up suddenly. Although he was short and stocky, he had an intimidating bearing. He bowed and replied with a respectful look. Then he bent down and stretched out his hands, one in each hand, like carrying a chicken, and picked up the two chickens. The drunk man picked it up and walked to the west window.
This short, bald man actually had bow-legged legs. He walked with firm steps. He was carrying the two of them as if they were nothing. In full view of everyone, he ignored them and walked straight to the window.
"Slow down!" A quick shout came from the shopkeeper's mouth.
In the eyes of everyone in the building, he bowed and clasped his fists, and smiled at the young man in fine clothes, "Sir, our building is so high, if we throw them out like this, I'm afraid they will lose their lives, and it will be harmful to everyone." Not good! In my opinion, there are still a lot of guests, please spare these two drunkards! I would like to thank them on their behalf!"
As he spoke, he bowed and saluted with a sincere expression.
The young man pursed his lips slightly, his cheekbones shone slightly, and he smiled, but it was a cold smile.
"Your Majesty¡ª¡ª!" Seeing the short and stocky man getting closer and closer to the window, the shopkeeper's face was very anxious.
Everyone around him was silent, or seemed to be ignoring him, lowering his head to eat food, or squinting his eyes to look at the hot spots. The women who were accompanying the wine had their eyes slightly averted and remained silent.
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They naturally know that right and wrong are caused by the strong, and the most important thing is to protect oneself wisely and sweep the snow from the front door. Most of those with high status sit on the second and third floors.
For a time, only the shopkeeper's voice and the young man's sneer echoed, but the sound of strings, bamboos, harps, and harps came from the second floor.
"Hmph, what's the use of keeping these two sissy men?!" The young man didn't even look around, he just held the exquisite and shiny silver wine glass on the table in his hand and looked closely at its pattern. There was a hint of admiration in his slightly narrowed eyes.
"Sir, if you kill someone, you will be punished with your life! You have a noble status, so why bother getting into trouble for these two useless people?!" The shopkeeper still tried to persuade him sincerely, but his face had become a little ugly, because The short, stocky, bandy-legged man had arrived at the window.
The young man didn¡¯t seem to hear anything. He just squinted his eyes and looked at the silver lamp in his hand attentively, as if the ordinary silver lamp was a rare treasure.
At this time, the short and stocky man walked through the crowd and came to the window. He loosened his hand and threw the unconscious and frowning drunken boy to the ground. He used his free hand to open the window.
Xiao Yuesheng, who was sitting in the elegant pavilion on the third floor, was about to lament that people are indifferent, which has been the case since ancient times, when suddenly a shout sounded: "Stop!"
A dark-faced young man stood up from the crowd to the west. Although he was not handsome, he had a dignified expression. He had a long sword hanging on his waist and stared at the handsomely dressed young man with contempt.
Next to the dark-skinned young man were two elegant and beautiful women in gauze. They were the official prostitutes in the building. When they saw the young man, they stood up with eyes full of admiration.
The young man shouted with great force, but the short, bald man ignored him. He opened the window, raised his left hand, and threw the person he was holding out.
Anger flashed in the dark boy's eyes, and when he raised his hand, silver light flashed.
There was a "pop" sound, and some people who couldn't bear to witness it closed their eyes. When they heard the sound and opened their eyes to look, they saw the two people who were supposed to be missing still lying on the ground in front of the window, still drunk and sleeping.
But the short, stocky, bald man covered his other wrist with one hand, his small eyes flickering, glaring at the person who made the move, like a hungry wolf in the wilderness at night.
"Hmph, let's make a sneak attack!Do you southerners only have so much ability?" The young man in fine clothes squinted his eyes and spoke slowly.Putting down the silver cup in his hand, his slender eyes were like the edge of a sword, and his gaze was like the cold light of the sword.
¡°So what if it¡¯s a sneak attack? So what if it¡¯s not a sneak attack? Can he escape?!¡± The swarthy young man laughed coldly.
After saying that, he raised his right hand, another silver light flashed, a muffled hum sounded, and a silver needle appeared on the other wrist of the short man.
Xiao Yuesheng, who was sitting upstairs, had a gloomy expression on his face. "Southerners, haha, they are actually Mongolians!" There was a faint murderous intention in his heart.
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