"Uncle Twenty-Nine, it's been a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Wang Mei's voice was full of nostalgia, but her unclear expression made Wang Zhong's body tremble when she heard her speak.

Sensing his gaffe, Wang Zhong's face was full, and then he got out of the car without hesitation and knelt on the ground:

"Nu Wang Zhong, I've seen Seventeen Lang."

At this moment, including the guards inside the city gate, their eyes widened suddenly-this little man who came on foot was really a disciple of the Langya Wang clan?! And it's also the Wang family's treasure appreciator who has to prostrate and salute when he sees it?!

The shopkeeper of Wang's treasure is usually a side branch of Langya Wang's family, even if it is a side branch, in the hearts of ordinary people, it is equivalent to a god-like nobleman.

However, now such a noble person is just touching the ground with his forehead regardless of the brocade robe and the loess on the ground, just because of the little beggar who was still ridiculed just now in "stolen clothes"?

Everyone seemed to freeze in a moment of surprise, even the sound of panting was difficult to hear, and hundreds of people outside the city gate completed a static ink painting at the same time.

Only the corpse in guard armor still hanging on the city wall, constantly dripping blood and making a ticking sound, reminded everyone that time was still moving forward mercilessly.

Just when everyone was frozen in one movement, Wang Mei's head that had been lowered slowly raised, there was no expression in her phoenix eyes, she just stood in place, looking coldly at Wang Zhong who was prostrate on the ground.

Just this kind of gaze made Wang Zhong, who was lying on the spot, tremble all over his body, he didn't understand, how could a child who was still stinking when he saw it a few years ago have such momentum today.

Could it be that this is the inheritance of the lineage of the scholars? Is it true, as the man said, that these side branches will never come out?

I don't know how long it took, when the beads of sweat on Wang Zhong's head were already wet on the ground, Wang Mei said lightly: There was no closeness at the beginning in his words, :

"Let's go back first."

After that, the clogs that had not yet been dusty along the way lightly stepped on the slightly damaged ground of Qinglong Street, making a "knock" sound.

This sound instantly activated everyone in the entire area, the homeless people outside the city gate resumed their noise, the guards inside the city gate cave regained their breathing, and Wang Zhong, who was kneeling in place, finally stopped shaking like chaff on his body.

When Wang Zhong stood up again, he could no longer see the purple-robed Xiaolang, he took the cotton cloth handed by the servant next to him, and carefully wiped his forehead stained with loess, so as to stabilize the heart that was still beating wildly in his chest.

At this moment, he was even wondering if his previous arrangement would send him to a dead end? Before he had time to think about it, he was just about to get into the car when he was stopped by the guards at the city gate:

"The king's treasurer, the little brother's funeral fee ......"

"The guard's burial?"

In front of people, Wang Zhong still looked like a majestic shopkeeper, he frowned and looked at the guards at the city gate, and his heartbeat just now missed a beat again, could this be the handwriting of that Xiaolang just now?

Just as he was about to say something, a loud voice took over:

"Xiaolang has a word, whoever insults my Wang family, no matter who it is, will not mourn."

Wang Zhong was frightened by what this voice said, and his heartbeat, which had just been disordered, seemed to jump out of his chest again, and after extreme intimidation, he was extremely angry. It's just that he has been in the position of the shopkeeper for many years, and this kind of scolding work has long been done by smaller apprentices:

"Whoever doesn't have long eyes is here, interfering here......"

It's just that the first half of the sentence was quite imposing questioning, but in the end, it turned into a bottomless scolding, Wang Zhong looked at the junior apprentice with dissatisfaction, but saw that the other party was completely caged by a tall figure.

The tall figure glanced at the young man with disdain, and then repeated to Wang Zhong very seriously:

"Xiao Lang has a word, the people who hang the city gate will insult my Wang's family, and they will not mourn if they die innocently."

Wang Zhong was once again distracted under the arrogant and domineering momentum of Meng Seal, he didn't have time to think, but his body subconsciously bowed and said, "No! ”

When he said this, he showed a stiffness. When was the last time I bowed to someone who wasn't the Wang family? It's been at least 10 years......

Immediately, Wang Zhong's face turned red - red with anger. He was once again humiliated by his descendants today, and he couldn't resist!!

He raised his head sharply and wanted to say something, but found that the other party had returned to the side of the ox cart where Wang Mei was, and jumped into the frame of the cart where he needed to embroider and squat.

Suddenly, a burst of anger was extinguished in the abdomen - a random dead guard beside Wang's sister-in-law could eliminate the assassination that had been planned for a long time. And at the moment, he obviously didn't have any preparation, but after a while......

Wang Zhong's eyes flashed, his heartbeat that had been chaotic stabilized again, he looked back at the corpse that had been rescued by his companions with disdain, and the corner of his mouth showed a cruel smile that belonged to the superiors:

"Since it is an offense to my Langya Wang clan, then, naturally, it is not a pity to die."

After he deliberately emphasized the word "Yanzhi", he didn't look at the guard who was already frozen in place, and turned around and stepped on the back of the little guy and got into the ox cart. It was only after he had sat down that he whispered to his apprentice:

"You sent Wang Qi to go back first, and said, Seventeen Lang has arrived."

At this time, Wang Mei, who was sitting in an ox cart behind, was still closing her eyes and recuperating, only a slight frown between her eyebrows showed the ups and downs in her heart - it turned out that even Wang Zhong, who had followed his father since childhood, was no longer his own person?

After coming into contact with the world of cultivators, the human feelings in this world, which were originally difficult for her to see and judge, seemed to be like ink droplets on white silk, black and white.

"Xiaolang, the slave is called Wang Li, there is still a distance from the city gate to the store, and the shopkeeper will tell you some interesting things about Nanyang City along the way to relieve your boredom."

The wheel of the ox cart pressed on the uneven road of Nanyang City, making a babbling sound, and a slightly restrained but shrewd boy voice floated outside the window of the ox cart.

Wang Meixin smiled, is this going around a few more times to be prepared? She didn't break it, just gave a soft "um". Wang Li outside was obviously also a clever person, and after getting permission, he began to introduce the layout of Nanyang City to Wang Mei through the curtain.

"To say that this Nanyang City is also a big city. Although it can't be compared with Jiankang, it is also one of the best cities in this place. ”

"There are only two main streets in Nanyang City, one Qinglong Street and one Suzaku Street. Most of the restaurants on Qinglong Street are hotels, but Suzaku Street is more of a high-end shop. Those who can open shops on Suzaku Street are also big merchants of our Liang Dynasty......"

Originally, it only took half a pillar of incense to walk, but it took half an hour to stop and go, and Wang Mei's ears were always Wang Li's voice introducing the shops, as if she was really here to familiarize herself with Nanyang's family business.

"Xiaolang, it's our store in front."