Su Mu was supposed to bid first and then ask for the goods, who would have thought that the melon skin hat would not listen or look at it, and directly said "not for sale", seeing his expression, she didn't feel that her heart was on fire, and she snorted coldly and said: "Your Excellency, don't be busy saying 'don't sell', don't be busy leaving, whose business is not doing, whose silver is not money," she said and glanced at the private room, "The young boy can patronize it, I can't patronize it?" ”

Hearing this, the melon skin hat hurriedly walked two steps to the top of the staircase, until it was far enough away from the private room, and then smiled darkly: "Who are you, and who are you, can you compare?" He was very impatient as he spoke, and he was about to push away Su Mushu with a push of his hand, and suddenly felt a numbness in his chest, and then his limbs were sore, but he had already fallen on the stairs in a few breaths, panting and scolding: "You demon girl, what kind of demon magic have you used?" ”

Su Musha gathered the silver needle between his fingers, leaned over and said, "Why don't you tell me first, how can your master be willing to sell me the news?" ”

The melon skin hat sneered, but it was very inward-looking, and he said hardly: "What master?" Lao Tzu is his master, and those who know each other quickly help Lao Tzu up," he said and beckoned to the guy in the teahouse, "You tell her who Lao Tzu is, and whether she can afford to mess with her!" ”

The man's forehead was sweating in a hurry, and while he went to help the melon skin hat, he said to Su Musha with a bitter face: "Girl, you, aren't you causing trouble?" He tried a few times, but somehow the melon skin hat seemed to be unable to use any strength, and the guy alone really couldn't help him, not only could not help him, but also turned him several times, and the melon skin hat's face became more and more ugly.

The guy couldn't help it, so he hurriedly called someone to bring a mat, and then begged Ken with kind words: "Third Master Bao, don't worry, you have a lot of adults, you have a lot to do, don't talk to Master Bao about this today, don't talk to Master Bao......"

Before he finished speaking, he was already spat on the face by the melon skin hat.

Su Musha was speechless, she couldn't understand what the big deal was about this. As for being so secretive? Thinking of this, she had the urge to turn around and leave. But I had to suppress my feelings, and repeatedly warned myself: Uncle Worm is gone, and no one will help you do this and that anymore. From now on, you will have to rely on yourself.

"Don't struggle, the more you struggle, the more you can't exert your strength," Su Musha saw that the reason didn't make sense, so he simply threatened directly. "This matter is getting bigger and bigger, and in the end, whether it is offending the guests or angering your master, it is not something you can afford," she said hard words, and the next sentence was soft words, "It's better for you to ask for instructions, it's not up to you to say whether you take the business or not." ”

Seeing the lively people, they had already gathered around, and a few news dealers upstairs seemed to hate and fear this melon skin hat. Seeing him, no one dared to laugh or speak, but no one spoke to cheer for him. He sat on the ground and muttered.

There was another "squeak", the door of the private room was opened again, and the brocade-clothed man who had gone downstairs before walked out, took a few steps to the staircase, and said condescendingly: "Bao San, what are you arguing about, stirring up Yaxing who drinks tea inside." ”

The expression of the melon skin hat Bao San changed, and he said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's nothing." "Let's talk about business," he said, glancing at the private room, "let's be quiet, quiet." He glared at Su Musha, "Don't hurry up and help me up, if you have anything to say, let's go downstairs." ”

Su Musha counted the time, although the anesthetic extracted from the White Emperor was strong but not long-lasting, it was about to pass. She pretended to poke Bao San's chest and limbs a few times with a silver needle, and then said, "Okay, you can move." ”

Bao San moved his lower limbs in disbelief, and found that he had really recovered a little strength, and then looked at Su Musha's eyes a little differently, and asked hesitantly, "What kind of kung fu are you?" It's not going to be a 'blood vein'. ”

Su Mu smiled and said nothing, secretly surprised in his heart: This person actually knows the blood knot of the legends in the rivers and lakes, is his news not just rumors in the market?

The eyes of the brocade-clothed man followed the silver needle in Su Musha's hand for a while, and said with a smile: "Bao San, you have to be honest in business, if we hear that you are not honest in business, then the transaction between us is ......."

"It must be, how dare the little one be dishonest," Bao San's face changed for a while, more magical than Shudi's changing face, "Don't worry, please sue the little one for the little one, disturb his tea tasting Yaxing, the little one will accompany the godfather to come to the door to apologize in person another day." ”

"There's no need to come to the door in person," the brocade-clothed man waved his hand, "It's not a place you can set foot in," he said and glanced at Bao San, "Go ahead." If you have something to say, don't be abrupt about this girl. ”

Bao San's forehead was already sweating, and the third time he looked at Su Musha, his eyes had completely changed, he said goodbye to the man in brocade, set aside the crowd of onlookers, personally led the way, and respectfully asked Su Musha to go downstairs and go out on the street.

When he arrived at a secluded place, Bao San said cautiously: "I don't know what the relationship between the girl and Yi is with that person?" ”

"Let's get down to business."

Su Musha didn't know who the master and servant in the private room were, and why the brocade-clothed man would come forward to take care of it, but she didn't rush to clear it up, no matter who it was, she didn't mind borrowing the east wind.

Bao San saw that he couldn't pry her mouth open, and pouted stupidly: "What do you want to know?" ”

"I'm looking for someone."

Bao San sneered and said mercilessly: "We are selling news, no matter how we look for someone," he waved his hand, "You dare to stop people without understanding the rules, and there are still nobles who come out, count it your good luck." ”

"You don't care if you're looking for someone...... Then I want to know, Su Wan'er has been in the palace for half a month, why hasn't she come back? ”

Bao San's eyes flashed: "What are you talking about...... Laughing and laughing as a gang leader? Entering the palace? Which palace to enter? He flattened his voice, "It can't be that palace." ”

"It seems," Su Mu raised the corners of his mouth, "you don't know everything. ”

"Who said that," Bao San was not convinced, and replied with a stalk around his neck, "Give us some time, keep it and help you find out, it's just that the price is ......" He choked on his throat in the second half of his words, just because his eyes were flashed by the small ingots thrown by Su Mu. He tossed the ingots up and down twice in his hand, and then said, "This time tomorrow." The 'Dasheng Teahouse' on the west side of this street, looking for an old man who drinks tea and listens to the drama to exchange news. ”

"If I can't go......"

"Have your men bring a token so we know he represents you," Bao San said, "As for the token......

"How's the silver needle?"

Su Musha asked with a smile.

Bao San's face froze, and he suddenly looked behind Su Mushao, looking suspicious. Su Musha looked back and saw a person standing three steps behind him, a childish little guy who had not yet tied his hair, with a tight bun face, which became more and more round and cute.

The person who came was not a stranger, it was Dongfang Yi's little servant, the one who smelled the fragrance in the teahouse and invited her, Lin Yulin and the bookworm to go upstairs.

"Why are you here, but what's going on in the East?" Su Musha asked.

The little guy frowned, pursed his mouth, and replied solemnly: "Our eldest young master is fine, Miss Lao is worried." With that, he waved his small hand and pointed to the opposite side, Su Musha looked at the situation, and saw a person standing in front of the stall on the other side of the street, looking at it...... Rouge gouache?

Su Musha laughed and tilted his head to look at him: "What's your name?" ”

(Heroine's Diary 84, July Six, Mao Zheng, what kind of rouge do big men see?) Suspicious~) (To be continued.) )