.read-contentp*{font-style:normal; font-weight:100; text-decoration:none; line-height:inherit;}. read-contentpcite{display:none; visibility:hidden;}

"Do you really want to kill?" Concubine Li raised her eyebrows slightly, hesitated for half a minute, and asked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead, the old woman leaned against the osmanthus tree on the side, and said a little out of breath, "The emperor sent the three of me here for today." Mr. Kong controls the Treasure Pavilion, and you are in charge of the ministers and troops. Combined, the two occupy most of the power of the palace. ”

"That's right, we've won the game. ”

Concubine Li nodded silently and said in a deep voice, "But this game of chess is too rigid, the horse has elephant eyes, and no one dares to take an extra inch." ”

That's not true. The old woman narrowed her eyes, and her sharp gaze looked through the layers of clouds to the endless sky.

"Although you are pinned, I am an unscrupulous idle chess. It's like a rampaging car, even if you cross the enemy camp and take a small pawn, you can get out of the way. ”

Concubine Li lightly folded a plum plant, and carefully pulled off the petals one by one, sprinkled them lightly, and twisted them into the dust with her toes.

"After searching for two months, there is no trace of Qin Hao, and he must have escaped from the city. If the two of them are interested, go to another country, and don't set foot in the Qin Wangfu for half a step, it can be regarded as interesting. If not......"

At this point, she paused deliberately, her eyes flowing with an inexplicable deep light, staring at the old woman.

"If not, the old man will crush the bones of the two and scatter ashes, sink the corpses into the Eight Hundred Liluo River, and then disappear ......"

When the words fell, the autumn mood of Luoyang City became stronger.

The cicadas are silent, the cold birds are calling, the sky is high and the clouds are bleak, and the fallen trees do not form a forest, which is really a good season for slaughter.

The 15th day was very short, but after studying the Huang Tingjing for a few days, and eating a few more big steamed buns with pure meat at the east end of the street, I suddenly spent the 14th day.

Today, Qin Hao and the two got up early in the morning, opened the store door, wiped the table and picked up the bench, and worked for a whole noon to make the store door clean and bright.

According to Qin Tianyi's letter, there will be a special guest visiting today. Guests come from afar, and there should be a wine banquet that should be received and washed away.

When the wall clock struck the twelfth time, a middle-aged man, with unhurried steps, rubbed the dirt on the soles of his shoes on the blanket at the door, and then walked into the store.

The man was dressed in a gray cloth robe, his hair was meticulously combed, wrapped tightly with strips of cloth, and a wooden chopstick was inserted. The face is a little pale, the eyebrows and eyes are straight, and the national character face of the rotten street, except for some restrained eyes, is no different from ordinary people.

The middle-aged man's behavior made Qin Hao slightly surprised. He thinks that the other party should be a reckless man shirtless and muscular. At the very least, it should be full of rough words and a straightforward and hearty temperament.

However, it was all wrong. The middle-aged man walked about three steps in front of Qin Hao, lifted his cuffs, bent his waist slightly fifteen degrees, and bent his elbows at a standard ninety degrees, and said softly, "Hello, two little brothers." ”

Slightly stunned, Qin Hao hurriedly lifted his cuffs, and with the same etiquette, he saluted the middle-aged man respectfully and said, "Hello sir, please go and sit inside." ”

From the moment he saw the middle-aged man coming in, Qin Hao had been entangled in what he should call the other party.

Seniors? Not good, Nanyi people don't like the statement of Wen Crepe. It's not right to call him a king, and I'm not one of his subordinates......

However, after the middle-aged man spoke, Qin Hao couldn't help blurting out the title of "Mr.", because of his elegant attitude and restrained and meticulous demeanor, he was like a new Mr. Teacher.

After Qin Hao and the man in the middle walked side by side to the stairs, Qin Shuang followed as if he had just woken up from a dream. She also wondered a little in her heart, how could this person be like this?

Noon is the time to eat, and because there are guests, the meal is quite hearty. Three people, four dishes and one soup, the food was bought from the small restaurant at the east end of the street, and it was fresh.

Glancing at the dishes on the table, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded involuntarily, and exclaimed, "Very good, very good." ”

I thought that a big man like a middle-aged man would not like home-cooked food, so it seems that Qin Hao is too worried. So he smiled politely and replied, "Sir, I praise you." ”

Nodding slightly, the middle-aged man moved a chopsticks perch. The fish was delicious, and his eyes were slightly squinted, looking like he was enjoying it.

After a little taste, he picked up the dishes on the side, frowned slightly, and said: "The fish is good, but this red oil soaked in pig ears is easy to get angry and dry in this dry season, not superior." ”

Qin Shuang's brows furrowed slightly, and he thought with displeasure, "The host's family holds a banquet, even if the guests don't like to eat, they have to be polite, in this way, it is too impolite." ”

"Mr. is too careful, there is old ginger in the red oil, and the chili pepper can ward off the cold. The other three dishes are all gentle, plus strong pig ears, which can best maintain health......"

Qin Hao has all the nutrients of the dishes one by one, as well as the seasons that are suitable, which contain the necessary things for the body. These things were learned from Huang Tingjing, and they were extremely practical.

After listening to the explanation seriously, the middle-aged man nodded seriously and said, "I've been taught." ”

"Don't dare. Qin Hao responded humbly.

Neither of them was very talkative, so after eating, the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Glancing at the wall clock, the middle-aged man slowly got up, and said to Qin Hao with a gentle smile: "There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry, I am neither your elder nor your teacher, you don't have to call me sir." ”

Qin Hao asked, "Then what should I call you?"

"My name is Decepticon, you just call it by name. The middle-aged man's tone was calm, and his face was calm, not like a politeness.

Being able to call each other by name is a sign of goodwill. Being recognized by the Lord of the Southern Barbarians and the powerhouse of the Infant Realm, Qin Hao is proud enough.

"Yes, Mr. Decepticon. Qin Hao arched his hand and replied respectfully.

Qin Hao's character has always been that people respect me a foot, and I respect people. The Decepticon Bow gave himself enough face, he was not easy to refuse, and he didn't dare to lose his respect, so he had to call together, and it was smooth to listen to.

The first time he was called Mr. Decepticon, the middle-aged man was a little surprised, but he was not disgusted.

Nodding with satisfaction, the Overlord Bow said with a smile, "Take off the things on your faces and go to the Qin Palace's mansion with me......"

Today, Qin Hao was finally able to tear off the thin layer of human skin mask, revealing a young and beautiful little face, changing into the most comfortable coarse cloth clothes, with a dagger around his waist, and his small appearance was quite attractive.

Being able to sit in the same car as the legendary Barbarian King Deception Bow, Qin Hao was excited at the same time, but he was also a little restrained.

Because the one pulling the cart is two one-horned rhinoceros with pure blood, moving the blood realm demonic beast. And the car was followed by two hundred blood-moving mountain bandits.

The reason why they are called mountain bandits, not monks, is because the bloody aura emitted by each person is enough to make passers-by frightened and avoid it.

To combat piracy and support genuine copying, please read the latest content on the Internet. Current User ID: , Current User Name: