Baixiang Building.

The turmoil on the second floor quickly subsided, and the owner of Baixianglou came up to take a look, and it turned out to be Miss Yan making trouble...... This eldest lady often does this kind of thing, so much so that this time it was obviously not her, and she still carried the blame.

Of course, Yan Danjue probably didn't care, the boss quickly appeased the guests on the second floor, and invited Song Yan and the others into a private room.

"We're drinking well here, why do we want to go to the private room?" Miss Yan was a little unhappy.

The boss had no choice but to say with a bitter face: "Miss Yan, you have a lot of adults, so let's leave some business for the small shop...... You see you sitting here, and no one dares to drink next to you. ”

Yan Danjue looked around, and sure enough, no one dared to look at this side, there may have been people who didn't recognize her before, and she was slapped down by Song Yan, I'm afraid that everyone knows that the eldest lady of the Yan family is drinking in this Baixiang Building.

"Okay, okay, you can arrange it. Yan Danjue waved his hand boringly.

So everyone came to the private room on the side, and the atmosphere was even more harmonious than before, with less politeness on the surface.

As for Sun Yan who fell downstairs, naturally no one cared about him, Song Yan knew that he couldn't die, but it was estimated that he couldn't bear to come back and say cruel words, most of them went back to report the news.

Monk Jinggen was a little worried, and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, that person is estimated to have gone back to find someone, is it okay?"

Before Song Yan could speak, Yan Danjue next to him waved his hand: "It's just a little minion, what can it do?" Brother Song, don't be afraid, just think that you helped our family Jingjing fight, and I would have seen that old man unhappy for a long time!"

"If Zhao Cen dares to trouble you, I'll find his mother to sue for you!" Yan Danjue took a big bag and patted his chest with a folding fan.

She actually wanted to teach Zhao Cen a lesson for a long time, but her tutor had always allowed her to do so, otherwise she would have to be trained when she went back - besides, she hadn't been in the innate realm for a long time, and she really didn't necessarily have to teach Sun Cheng a lesson.

Zhao Jinghua pushed her a little helplessly, but she didn't object, but acquiesced.

She and Song Yan are more or less acquainted, and they feel a little indebted to each other, so naturally they don't want Zhao Cen to suppress Song Yan, and it is best for Yan Danjue to come forward to help.

On the other side, although Jinggen didn't know this person, he was somewhat relieved to see her so determined.

And Song Yan knew who she was, so he just smiled and arched his hand at her, and patted Monk Jinggen on the shoulder: "It's okay, Zhao Cen can't move me." ”

Song Yan and Yan Danjue reached a consensus on this point. Because they all understand that with the current system of the Great Zhou, not to mention that Zhao Cen is just a prince, even if he is the emperor of the Great Zhou, it is impossible to do whatever he wants.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was actually more similar to the Song Dynasty in Song Yan's previous life, where powerful martial artists replaced the status of literati and had great restrictions on imperial power, unlike the Ming and Qing dynasties in the previous life, where the emperor became the embodiment of the empire.

To put it bluntly, the Great Zhou Emperor is still just a mortal who has not yet set foot in the realm of the grandmaster, and any grandmaster of the Shenhai Realm has the qualification to enter the court without worshipping, which is the respect of mortals for the supreme force.

For example, Yan Danjue's grandfather Yan Yigu, he is not only in the position of the Taishi, but also the representative of the Daomen in the court, the Jindan master who has been married for hundreds of years, and has assisted three generations of emperors so far.

Even today's emperor has grown up watching Yan Yigu, if this prince kneels down to him one day, will his emperor dare to accept it? In this world, the merit of folding longevity is real.

In the final analysis, the real rulers of the Great Zhou have always been those old monsters who have lived for thousands of years in the depths of Cangxuan Mountain. It's just that they don't necessarily want this worldly power, so whoever has a better relationship with them will be left to manage.

Of course, when it comes to the two little people Song Yan and Zhao Cen, there is not so much truth to speak of, it is just a question of whether it is worth it.

Zhao Cen will not kill for this face-saving issue, and he may not even end up in person, and the social forces spontaneously gathered around him will not play much of a restraining role in Song Yan.

The four of them chatted in the private room, sipping passion fruit wine, and talking about interesting things about Shangjing and Beidi, and even Yan Danjue had a rare and happy chat.

Song Yan and Jinggen, the two visitors from the Northland, didn't seem to care about her identity at all, but instead made her feel more real.

She didn't expect that the Jinggen monk didn't know her at all, and although Song Yan knew, he even dared to arrange the earthly monks of the Great Guangming Temple, so where would he care about a second generation?

Yan Danjue only thinks that they are disciples of the Great Light Temple, and they are people who have really seen the world, so they will naturally not be trapped by secular power.

However, Zhou Qingqing and Qi Mushi were forced to play the role of maids, and they poured wine for Song Yan and their hands were sour, but Song Yan didn't have the slightest intention of testing Zhao Jinghua, and couldn't help but be secretly anxious in his heart, and secretly gave him several looks.

Song Yan could see the mood of the two, but he couldn't tell them directly, you guys even got the object of suspicion wrong, so they had to pretend not to see it.

I don't know how long we chatted, it seemed to be gradually quiet outside, but everyone didn't notice anything, only Song Yan had some strange smiles on his face.

As the night deepened, Zhao Jinghua and Yan Danjue, the two girls, couldn't stay in the outside world until too late, so they got up together to say goodbye.

"Gongzi Song, Master Jinggen, then we will leave first. After drinking a meal, Zhao Jinghua was no longer as polite as before, and directly hugged her fists, revealing the true face of the heroine.

Yan Danjue shook the folding fan and said: "You have time to come to my house to play! My grandfather often said that Buddhism and Taoism are one family, if you can come, he will definitely welcome ......."

"Next time, definitely. ”

Song Yan smiled and said goodbye, and watched the two of them leave with their maid Ning'er.

It's just that until the end, I didn't see Song Yan complete the "tentative task", and seeing the door closed, Qi Mushi couldn't help but say anxiously: "Mr. Song......"

But as soon as her voice fell, Song Yan raised her hand suddenly, preventing her from continuing, her eyes still looking ahead, and she said calmly: "Don't worry, I'll be back." ”

"Huh?" Qi Mushi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look up at the door.

Sure enough, after only a moment's work, the third girl hurriedly ran back to the private room, slammed the door open, and her face was not very good-looking.

Yan Danjue and Zhao Jinghua looked solemn, and Ning'er next to them looked like she was about to cry, and she kept muttering: "Dead...... All dead......"

"Three girls, what happened?" Monk Jinggen couldn't help but ask, seeing that their expressions were wrong.

Zhao Jinghua hesitated, as if she didn't know how to speak, and Yan Danjue simply let go of a position so that the scene outside the door could be directly seen by the four of them, and then gestured to that side.

Only then did everyone look out of the door, except for Song Yan, who was still sitting calmly in place, the other three people took a breath of cold air together.

The second floor of Baixiang Building, which was originally very lively, is now dead silent, and many guests have fallen in a pool of blood, and it is the body of the owner of Baixiang Building who hangs directly at the door of the room.