Shen Qingyu handed over a string of sugar gourds: "Does the son know about the recent Yixing Wine Workshop?"

Yue Jingyu was not polite, he took it directly, bit an entrance, and said sullenly: "You only have one chance, think clearly and ask again." ”

The sweet and greasy taste, mixed with the rich hawthorn flavor, is delicious and delicious, and the taste in memory completely coincides.

The taste of this sugar gourd is exactly the same as that of the woman's?

He looked at her intently, a crushed sugar gourd in his mouth.

"What's wrong? there's something on my face?" she said, holding her face, frowning slightly.

How could it be? The woman was already dead, and he went to Chang'an himself to see her body hanging above the city gate.

A touch of grief quietly passed under his eyes, and he looked at the young man in front of him, and a wry smile leaked from the corners of his mouth.

If it's really been lonely for too long, you can think of a man who can think of her.

Suppressing the flow of thoughts, he shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "No." ”

As meticulous as her, she naturally discovered his fleeting sorrow, but she didn't ask, and was silent for a moment until the wind came, she lightly opened her thin lips and said slowly: "What is the inside story of Yixing Liquor Fang being sealed?"

Yue Jingyu put the rest of the sugar gourd on the table, looking straight ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Qingyu did not urge, but poured himself a cup of tea in his spare time.

His regained eyes fell on her again, and the whole person exuded a sense of helplessness and loneliness: "The shopkeeper of Yixing Wine Workshop has cooperated with Chengde Wine Shop in private. ”

I see, no wonder the shopkeeper will avoid the serious, no wonder the wine in Chengde Wine Workshop tastes exactly the same as the wine in her Yixing Wine Workshop, it turns out that there is an inner ghost, and this inner ghost is still the person who is temporarily in charge of this side.

A touch of cruelty flashed in the young man's eyes, and she forced herself to suppress that anger, she turned to Yuejing Yu and thanked her, got up and wanted to leave, but was suddenly stopped by him.

Yue Jingyu asked, "Childe's surname?"

She turned her head to look at him, with a light smile on her face: "Don't give your surname Mo." ”

The dark eyes reflected the back of the young man who was gradually moving away, and a strange thought came to his mind, and suddenly he exhaled, he was really stunned, the woman had been dead for fifteen years...............

The night is like ink, and the stars are shining.

Jingzhou City was silent, and the man walking through the streets yawned, struck the gong twice, and shouted at the top of his voice: "The weather is dry, be careful of the fire candles." ”

Hiding near the brewery, Meng Fu pulled the corner of Shen Qingyu's clothes and lowered his voice: "Miss, it's the second watch." ”

Shen Qingyu didn't look back, but asked softly, "Sleepy?"

It's okay not to say it, but as soon as he said it, Meng Fu couldn't help yawning, blinked his sour eyes, and said, "It's a little." ”

"Why don't you go back and rest first?"

Meng Fu shook his head: "Where is the young lady, the slave is there." ”

How dare she go back? Tonight, if something happens to Miss Nianchu, how can she explain it to her master?

As soon as he finished speaking, a horse-drawn carriage turned from the main street into the lonely South Street.

The carriage came to a halt in front of the brewery.

A strong man jumped out of the carriage, walked to the door of the brewery in three or two steps, and tapped the door vigorously.

Before half an hour later, the closed door of the store opened, and a man leaned out half of his body, cautiously sweeping around.

"What are you looking at? It's the middle of the night, watching ghosts!" the strong man was an anxious man, and he couldn't help but mock when he saw this.

Shopkeeper Yu glanced at him angrily, and then beckoned to the little guy behind the strong man, and then the four little guys who followed the strong man moved out a jar of wine quickly.

Meng Fu was furious: "Miss, these people are so hateful!"

The coldness between her eyebrows continued to rise, she half-squinted her eyes dangerously, did not say a word, only patted Meng Fu's hand as if soothing, signaling her to be calm and not to be impatient.

Half an hour later, the cart was filled with nearly fifty jars of wine.

The strong man counted it, and after confirming that it was correct, he took out five silver tickets from his bosom and handed them to the shopkeeper Yu opposite.

Seeing the carriage pulling the wine go away, Shopkeeper Yu was satisfied with five silver tickets of one hundred into his arms, and was about to close the door, but one hand suddenly rested on the door.

In the night, the young man who greeted him was dressed in white, his face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

The young man is not tall, but there is a terrifying aura all over his body, which makes people bow their heads in admiration.

The shopkeeper Yu, who was a thief, was dumbfounded, his back was cold, and his tongue was like a knot: "Childe...... You...... How did you...... How did you get here?"

A low smile came out of his chest, and Shen Qingyu suddenly grabbed the placket of his clothes, and said coldly: "Don't explain?"

The strong killing intent made the shopkeeper Yu break out in a cold sweat, his calves were weak, and the whole person knelt on the ground as if he had lost support: "The son spares his life, and his subordinates are also confused for a while." ”

The head slammed into the ground again and again, making crisp noises under the silence of the night.

Shen Qingyu stared coldly at the shopkeeper Yu who was prostrating his head, and sneered: "What kind of ghost is the trick?"

Under this pressure, Shopkeeper Yu had already reached the limit, and in order to atone for his sins, he said it all in one go.

It turned out that the three members of the Xiao family had reached out to Jingzhou, no wonder they hadn't seen Xiao Chengguang these days, and they dared to come to Jingzhou to make her stumble.

bought off the people on her side, and resold the wine from the brewery to him at a cheap price, not to mention the Chengde Winery, and shamelessly beat him.

It's just good..................

Suddenly, a roar resounded through the sky, accompanied by a scream, diffused in the silent night.

Shen Qingyu's complexion changed suddenly, she looked towards the deserted street, her pupils shrank, and her heart suddenly jumped wildly.

The roar was exactly the same as the sound of the monster she had encountered in Liujia Village.

Meng Fu naturally heard the roar, and recently there were rumors in the rivers and lakes that there were living dead monsters at night in some places, but he didn't expect it to be true, and he bumped into them.

Meng Fu's face was solemn: "Childe, let's go into the house first!"

This monster has a terrible face, rolled eyes, a foul smell, and is bloodthirsty, which is terrifying.

Shen Qingyu knew this better than anyone else, in that terrifying night in Liujia Village, if it wasn't for the sudden sound of the flute that lured away the monster, I'm afraid she would have been buried somewhere.

Yu Guang swept to the shopkeeper Yu, who was already scared silly, and kicked it without saying a word: "If you don't want to die, get up quickly." ”

Shopkeeper Yu's sluggish face relaxed, and his hands and feet were weak, and he was frightened, so he could only rely on his remaining strength to crawl inside.

Just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow running towards the side of the main street.

Her heart tightened suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her little face turned completely white, even though her heart was cold, but she did not hesitate to chase after the figure.

Meng Fana had thought that such a change would happen, and the scalp-numbing roar echoed around.

She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes for a moment, and then spread her legs and chased out.

The night that spreads out is like a big mouth of blood, knowing that the next step may be an abyss, but there are still people who choose to go to ......

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