The woman spoke more smoothly than before, but her words became more vicious.

How could anyone talk like that!

What's more, it's still a woman!

What about women? This woman can easily kill anyone......

Saturday Lang clenched his fists, if this was a man, he would have to be killed with one punch! ~

"It's nice to be his friend, isn't it?" Cheng Jianniang looked at Qin Langjun and said again.

Qin Langjun's expression had returned to normal, and when he heard this, he smiled, and Liulang bared his teeth and glared.

"Cheng Jianniang, then don't deceive people too much, I know that you are powerful, and now you have this Taiping ......" He took a step forward and gritted his teeth and said.

Before he finished speaking, Qin Langjun interrupted.

"There is nothing strange about the food in this Taipingju, let's find another place." He picked up and said.

At this time, people came and went on the roadside, because it was close to the restaurant, and the guests were constantly coming and going, and there was nothing noticeable about them stopping to talk, but Liulang made two loud noises in a row, and passers-by looked at it curiously.

Qin Langjun stopped Liulang, Cheng Jianniang glanced at him, the maid had already put down the small stool, helped her to get into the car, the curtain was lowered, and the carriage shook away.

"You still know that Lu Dao protects her, this vicious woman ......," Liulang sneered.

"What to do with the high and low words." Qin Langjun said with a smile, his eyes urging Liulang, "Let's go, it's a big deal to eat." ”

Liu Liulang looked around and saw that many people were looking at him, this Taiping House must be staring at him in the open and in the dark....

He didn't say anything more, and he lifted his feet and walked in.

Here, Liulang and Qin Langjun also entered the Taiping Residence, and a young man who seemed to be waiting for a seat at the door stood up and looked at the Taiping Residence. looked at Cheng Jianniang's carriage and horses in the distance. He looked a little puzzled.

"Who is it? Where have you seen the general? Now with this peaceful residence? What do you mean......" he muttered.

Bustling Kyoto City. The immortal curry looked deserted.

A few guys stood at the door lazily laughing, and in the backyard room, Dou Qi looked at the kneeling guy in front of him with a little impatience.

"Say no more!" He snapped.

The little guy was frightened and hurriedly stopped, and looked down at the shopkeeper on the side.

"Have the time to think about how to make the business better!" Dou Qi pointed at the shopkeeper with a folding fan and said sharply, "What does it mean to tell me every day how this Taiping Ju is prosperous?" Isn't it enough to slap me in the face? ”

"No, owner." The shopkeeper hurriedly said, "I just want to find out who is the owner behind this Taiping Residence." ”

Taipingju shot five splashes to death in public and retreated, shocking the entire capital, and everyone was speculating about what kind of backer they were behind it. The opinions are more and more mysterious, the more mysterious and awe-inspiring, not to mention splashing skin to find trouble, even the errand did not dare to make trouble.

If you can't find the owner behind it, you can't wait for the opportunity.

Dou Qi has been looking for many days, and through Liu Xiaoli, he heard that it was Mrs. Chen who spoke in front of the old monk Minghai in Puxiu Temple that day, but it was verified that the Chen family would never be the real owner of Taipingju.

But it is definitely not an ordinary family that can make the Chen family come forward to help.

It's a pity that I don't have a clue when I ask again.

"I think since he is the owner, it is impossible for him not to leave a mark on the Taiping residence, there are always some traces to follow." The shopkeeper said, "That's why I let them guard this peaceful house." See what you find. ”

Dou Qi still had the folding fan on the ground.

"Did you find anything?" He asked sharply.

The shopkeeper looks at the little guy.

The little guy shook his head a little sneeringly.

Dou Qi snorted.

"Have you found the cook I asked you to invite?" He looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "You have to be able to cook well." Unlike today's cooks, who don't know anything but cut meat, and even this cut of meat was taught to him by others......"

As he said this, the little guy who was sitting with his head down raised his head sharply.

"I remember!" He shouted.

Dou Qi, who spoke, was startled by his surprise.

"What's the name of the ghost?" He scolded.

"Shopkeeper, proprietor, I remember, it's those two people!" The little guy said hurriedly.

"What those two people?" The shopkeeper asked.

"Those two." The little guy said, gesturing his hands, "The one who taught the chef to cut meat in our store at the beginning!" That, the passing fairy! ”

Passing fairies?

The shopkeeper and Dou Qi looked at the little guy.

"People from the Zhou family?" Dou Qi asked.

The little guy nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, a boy and a girl, that is, they said that the road fairies were made by them." He said.

These two people were paid attention to by Dou Qi before, but when they didn't appear again, they didn't pay attention to them anymore.

"They're going to eat." Dou Qi said, squinting his eyes according to a few points.

Taipingju is so famous, it's not unusual to go out of here.

"I'm going to eat." The little guy said.

Dou Qiyu scolded.

"It's going to dinner, what else is there to say!" He scolded, raising his hands to fight.

The little guy held his head and dodged.

"But I heard the man say that now there is this ...... of peace again," he hurriedly shouted.

Dou Qi's raised hand froze.

"What?" He asked.

The shopkeeper also stared at the little guy.

"I was sitting next to me and I heard the man and the woman say this, but before I could finish speaking, I was interrupted by another one." Xiao Wu said, with a little apprehension, "I just heard him say this, I looked over, and then I felt a little familiar, and then I suddenly remembered, it was those two people." ”

Dou Qi sat back slowly, his face uncertain.

"If you repeat what they said at the time, you must not miss a word." He said.

At this time, Jiangzhou, Cheng's family, and Master Zhou opened the letter sent by Mrs. Cheng and read it with a complicated expression.

"It's not like that...... going around and around," he muttered, "and it would have been so much trouble a few months ago." ”

A small servant came hurrying outside the door.

"Sir, I inquired." He said, with a little glee.

Master Zhou put down the letter in his hand.

"How?" He asked.

"That's the son of a side branch of the Peng family, and he must indeed be a scholar." The little guy said, his eyebrows fluttering, "However, I had an illness a few years ago." ”

A person who eats whole grains cannot avoid getting sick.

"What disease?" Master Zhou asked casually.

"Master, it's a disease of flower fistula." The little guy lowered his voice and said with frowns.

Flower fistula?!

Master Zhou suddenly glared and slapped his hand on the table.

"Too much deception!" He shouted, grabbed the sword hanging on the wall next to him and rushed out, "Cheng Dong! I want your life! ”

The letter was casually trampled under his feet, and with this shameless father, there was no need to wronged his son.

Naturally, the noise also reached Mrs. Cheng.

"Go and take a look, the martial artists of the Zhou family are fierce, don't make trouble." Mrs. Cheng stood under the corridor and said.

The maid in the courtyard ran away.

Mrs. Cheng stood under the porch and looked out, clasping her hands together and chanting Buddha.

"Auntie, it's really funny, how did your family be beaten and killed by outsiders."

The seventeenth prince in the room who was being beaten by the little girl beating her legs and pinching her shoulders smiled.

"You know what." Mrs. Cheng said, turning around, "That's giving someone a handle by herself, no wonder others." ”

She said as she turned to come in and sit down.

"No wonder the old man of the Zhou family wants to shout and kill, and he actually told Jiao Niang about a person with that kind of incurable disease, if it were me, I wouldn't agree." She said, sighing.

The seventeenth prince sat up violently.

"Auntie, is this so?" He shouted, "That beauty? To the person who is going to die? ”

"What a beauty!" Mrs. Cheng raised her eyebrows and shouted, "You burned that painting for me!" ”

Seventeen Princes didn't take her words seriously at all.

"Now it's okay, they don't want to interfere with Jiao Niang's family affairs anymore." Mrs. Cheng said to the servant.

"What else to interfere with? If she doesn't stop, she's good. The servant woman chuckled, "I just cried with the old lady aggrievedly, saying that it was not a fistula, but a rash, I don't know how the road spread like this......"

Mrs. Cheng shook her fan.

"It's too late to say anything, who let that brother raise a young lady in Qinglou." She said nonchalantly, "Give someone a handle, then it's no wonder to others." ”

If she hadn't made an inch of progress herself, she wouldn't have fallen to where she is today.

Find someone from your own family to marry that fool, it's really fat and water doesn't flow into the fields of outsiders, you don't treat the surname Cheng as your own, why should I treat you as my own.

The servant woman poured tea with a smile.

"Madam, the second master of Jiao Niang's relatives can't ask anymore, so it's only up to you, the uncle and aunt." She said.

Mrs. Cheng picked up the tea.

"It's a thankless task." She said, "She's like this, where to find the right person." ”

Hearing this, the seventeenth prince here waved his hand to drive away the girl, and moved forward two steps with a smile.

"Auntie, I am willing to relieve my aunt's worries, I have a suitable family." He said.

Mrs. Cheng glanced at him.

"Hey, we are seventeen years old, and we know that we have relieved my aunt's worries, let's hear which suitable person is there." She laughed and took a sip of tea.

The seventeenth prince smiled and took two steps forward again and sat in front of Mrs. Cheng.

"Auntie, me." He said, pointing to himself.

Mrs. Cheng squirted out a sip of tea. (To be continued......)