But when the door was closed, through the crack in the door, I saw that the drunken boy's figure was tightly covered by the strong deputy commander of the Xishan battalion, and glanced at the commander's iron lump-like fist, and couldn't help rolling in his throat, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

With a heavy sigh in his heart, he closed the door.

What happened to the drunken boy, he can imagine...... Obviously, the door has been closed ruthlessly, but the shopkeeper shook his fingers, and out of nowhere he attracted strength, gritted his teeth, and pushed the door open again.

Bazhen Pavilion, you can't do such a ruthless thing, if this is spread out, what do you say about Bazhen Pavilion...... A century-old store in Kyoto, you have to have the responsibility you should have!

What restaurant doesn't have a drunken person, and what can a drunk person know......

"The ......"

The shopkeeper mustered up the courage to push the door and lift his feet in, and was about to accompany the smile on his face, wanting to take the drunken young man away, when he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The deputy commander of the Xishan battalion, tall and big, five big and three thick, one arm is almost the thickness of the drunken little boy's thigh, but at this moment, he is grinning and kneeling down on one knee in front of the little boy, with a layer of sweat beads the size of soybeans on his forehead, falling down his cheek bones, and the expression on his face makes people feel painful when they look at it.

This...... What's the situation...... The store was immediately blinded.

And the little boy, one hand was still pinching the girl's face, and the originally fair face had already swollen.

"You wild boar, you dare to be disrespectful to Master Ben? Which crack did you come out of, ah?" kicked at the chest of the deputy commander of the Xishan battalion, and the drunken son said vaguely.

The shopkeeper's eyelids twitched, and then he saw that the other hand of the young man, holding a silver hairpin, was against the temple of the young man who was sitting on the main seat.

No wonder...... No wonder the room full of people is so honest, four or five military masters, no one dares to move, so it is.

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to raise his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat on his head, when he suddenly felt shocked...... No, this young master is so kind to these people in the house, so after he leaves, these uncles will not have to demolish the Bazhen Pavilion......

As soon as his eyelids jumped, the shopkeeper's heart immediately jumped wildly, "That, I went to the wrong door!" As soon as the words fell, he took a step back and closed the door with a "snap".

As long as this door is closed, no one in the house shouts for help, and no matter what happens in this house, it has nothing to do with Bazhen Pavilion.

It's okay!It's okay!It's okay...... Hypnotic like a silent thought, leaving all the way, passing by Gu Yuqing's private room, when he saw the door open, he couldn't help but glance inside, there was no one inside, and he couldn't help muttering: Why did you leave before the dishes were ready?

It must have been frightened by the sudden intrusion of the drunken boy just now.

The thought was stunned, and the storekeeper added another layer of chill to his spine.

The shopkeeper shrunk his neck all the way to the second floor, thinking in his heart that he had to talk to the owner about it, if nothing happened, if something happened, he couldn't bear it!

In that room, in Han Mo Xuan, the handsome boy was drunk, no matter what he did or said, he never let go of the hand that was pinching Gu Yuhe's face, and the strength in his hand always remained extremely large.

Gu Yuhe's face was almost ripped off by him.

After kicking the deputy commander of the Xishan battalion a few times and holding the silver hairpin to draw a circle on the young man's temple a few times, somehow, his eyes have been around, like a ghost, turning his head and rushing to the big window facing the street, his body is vertical, he turned over and broke out of the window, and jumped out.

The front and back movements are smooth, and the fast ones are just the blink of an eye.

The room was stunned.

It's okay for others, especially Gu Yuhe and the deputy commander of the Xishan battalion, who were tortured by him for a long time, and they were already in pain, and when he left, the two of them finally showed a little blood on their faces.

"I have heard that the Xishan battalion of the Gui Dynasty is responsible for defending the imperial city, and you, as the deputy commander, can't even fight a yellow-haired boy?

The slender fingers held a blue and white porcelain cup in front of him, and the amber liquid in the cup shook up and down with his movements, and the surface of the water reflected his delicate face, and his eyes were full of mockery.

The deputy commander of the Xishan battalion was holding the table with one hand and being helped up by his brothers with the other, and when he asked him this, he immediately spit out a mouthful of bloody sputum to the left side with a "phew".

"I have heard that the eighth prince of Miao Jiang has extraordinary martial arts, why is his son so useless, he is pressed to his temple with a silver hairpin, and he doesn't even dare to move!

Gu Yuhe, who was standing behind the young man with his face in his hands, grinned with pain, and when he heard his words, his willow eyebrows suddenly stood up, "You speak carefully, our Highness, how can you be allowed to put your beak!"

It's just that when she spoke, her cheeks twitched and moved, and she sweated in pain, and her momentum weakened.

The deputy commander of the Xishan battalion didn't look at her at all, let alone answer her words, but a servant girl dared to bark in front of her master.

Snorted, the deputy commander of the Xishan battalion said: "I have to thank that little brother today, if he hadn't come out for no reason to make such a fuss, I wouldn't know that the one who came to negotiate with me was such a soft egg!"

"Go back and tell Lao Tzu that you want to talk about business, let him invite someone with weight, if he really doesn't, let him come in person, don't come to talk to Lao Tzu!"

After speaking, the deputy commander of the Xishan battalion stood up.

When he got up, the new and old injuries on his body were pulled together, and he shook his mouth in pain, his face became more and more ugly, he glared at the young man, and said to a few people who followed him: "Go!"

Seeing that he didn't talk about anything, the other party was about to leave, but the young man didn't react, but Gu Yuhe couldn't bear it, and immediately stepped forward to stop him, "So you have to leave?"

It's just a long time to be scolded by a stinky boy who has not dried up, and such a Miao Jiang who was almost wiped out dares to block his way, and the deputy commander of the Xishan battalion is angry and rushes to his heart, and before Gu Yuhe can speak, he raises his hand and slaps her uninjured half of her face.

A person who is marching and practicing martial arts, a pair of big hands, is rough and full of calluses, and under his anger, his strength is several times greater than usual, how can Gu Yuhe withstand his beating, he can't stand when he lands, and the whole person is thrown out sideways.

The young man, who had been sitting there silently, saw this, his face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed, "An Sui!" He stood up and ran towards Gu Yuhe, whom he called An Sui.

In a hurry, kick over the round stool at your feet.