The balance tilted to Yelin's side, although there was less Ji Qing who was "above the four realms", there was more five realms of Kangzhuang, and the defeat was quietly transformed.

Xuan Ting and Sword Sect are left and right to serve the national teacher.

Yelin returned to the table and stretched out his hand to please, "It's dark at night, don't disturb the tranquility, why don't you let them all stop?"

The national teacher holds the letter in his hand, and he only needs to crush it gently, and naturally there will be other helpers to come here to support, and the spell is a foundation.

Yelin said helplessly, "This is the boundary of Yangzhou, and the sword mound is always staring here, so the national teacher is not afraid that it will be difficult to end the matter?"

Hearing this, the national teacher really accepted the idea and put his mind back on the chessboard.

Tonight's situation is mostly tempting, I didn't plan to divide a king and defeat Kou, if you can take Yelin is the best, you don't have to force it if you can't take it, and when you get to the imperial capital of Xuzhou, the national teacher and Emperor Shenzong have a way to take Yelin.

Seeing the national teacher sit down, Xuan Ting knew that he couldn't fight tonight, so he flew into the air to persuade Fu Wei and Tu Fu, and Yao Lie, who was watching the battle from afar, also signaled Wei Yang and Hong Xiao to stop.

Although the two sides stopped fighting, Yangzhou City could not restore calm.

Suddenly, there was such a trouble, the city was full of wind and rain, and it was ironclad that I couldn't sleep, and almost all of the green forest heroes, Jianghu knights, and the children of wealthy families who had some spare money in their pockets gathered in the major teahouses and restaurants, and there were many discussions.

Battles of this level are rare in the world, almost like a fight between gods, many people have only seen such a time in their lives, all kinds of gossip speculation is rampant in the market, and cowhide blowing all over the sky.

The number of people in the duckweed inn gradually increased, and people from all walks of life gathered in the lobby to quarrel hotly, and there were not a few people who lifted the table and broke the bowls, but the shopkeeper was happy.

What's the picture?

The more people there are, the more wine and food they sell, and the more money they make!

The shopkeeper summoned his fellow and ordered him to serve a few plates of pickles to the guests who had bought drinks at each table, and also to send some supper to the guests in the inn.

The guy was confused at the time, who in Yangzhou City didn't know that his shopkeeper was a well-known iron rooster, and he didn't pull out a hair, why did he suddenly become arrogant today?

Seeing that the guy was still hesitating, the shopkeeper scolded with hatred: "You deserve to have no interest in your life, and you won't be able to make money." Just tell you to go, why do you care so much?"

Gesture to fight.

Afraid of being beaten, the man ran away, first served pickles on each table, and then delivered supper to the guests one by one, tired and tired for half the night, and in the end he didn't understand why his shopkeeper did this.

The front desk abacus is getting louder and louder, and the smile on the shopkeeper's face is almost so much that he can't hide it, just a rough calculation, the wine and food sold tonight are worth three months of business in normal times.

Pickles are delicious and don't cost money, but you can't stand the heavy taste of pickling, and the more you eat, the more thirsty you become, so you don't want more drinks?

Also, is it really his kindness to be the shopkeeper to send supper to the guests?

Don't be naïve. People who didn't wake up were supposed to fall asleep, but when the guys knocked on the door, they all woke up, what else could they do when they woke up, people love to join in the fun, and when they wake up, they have to come out to inquire, and then drink and quarrel.

If you want to drink, you have to spend money, and that's how money comes from.

A large amount of silver went into his pocket, and while he was happy, the shopkeeper glanced at the No. 1 room on the third floor of the inn without a trace.

I don't know, did the person the adults want to catch catch it?

The shopkeeper's surname is Ma, and his single name is the word "镞", which is the dead man who reported to the national teacher in the evening. Not only Ma Gong, nearly half of the inns in Yangzhou City have the eyes of the national teacher, lurking for many years, silently, and the horse shopkeeper of the duckweed inn is just one of the very inconspicuous ones.

I never thought that the door of the No. 1 room in Dizi was opened, and the woman who appeared in Ma Yan's field of vision was not a member of the national teacher, and her expression was not good, Ma Yan couldn't help but feel a throbbing in his heart, and asked with a smile: "What does this girl want?"

Hongxiao slapped it heavily on the counter, and said sullenly: "Give me a pot of ginseng chicken soup, ginseng needs a thousand years of deep mountain wild ginseng, and chickens need ten years of domestic care hens." ”

Ma Yi was stunned for a moment, and his face was embarrassed: "The ten-year-old hen is not a problem, but where can I find the thousand-year-old ginseng, the inn is small, isn't the girl sincerely embarrassed me?"

Removing his palm, a yellow and clear gold ingot appeared, and Hong Xiao said angrily: "Won't you buy it if you don't have it?" There are so many pharmacies in Yangzhou City, I don't believe I can't find a thousand-year-old ginseng!"

Ma Yan had a chill down his spine, for fear that the vicious tigress in front of him would slaughter herself in the next moment, so he went to the street to find a pharmacy to buy ginseng with gold letters, and asked from door to door.

As soon as the shopkeeper left, someone noticed it, more and more people looked here, and the inn lobby gradually quieted down.

Originally, he felt uncomfortable, and now he was stared at by a bunch of wine-colored people, Hongxiao turned his head and said angrily: "Look at it! Look at your dog's eyes!"

The cloud sleeves are like the glow, and the red dust is lightly rolled; the beauty is like jade, lying quietly and floating for a while.

Although Hongxiao is gone, the hall is still fragrant.

In the inn where the needle fell, there were bursts of swallowing saliva, which reached Hongxiao's ears without reservation.

It annoyed her even more.

Passing by the No. 1 room of the place, looking at the white-shirted young man who was focusing on playing chess, Hongxiao's eyes were resentful.

Could it be that his appearance can only attract these ordinary people, is it really useless to him? It's just that this is not enough to make Hongxiao so angry, after all, Yelin has always been an out-and-out elm pimple, and it is not a matter of a year and a half that he has no feelings for men and women.

The reason why he was sullen was because the chicken soup was bought by Yelin for Ji Qing to replenish his qi.

Thinking that the two of them were still hugging each other just now, Hong Xiao was so angry that her teeth itched, and she knew that she should have been injured by Tu Fu's stinky monk.

Entering the room, Hong Xiao sat on the edge of the bed, shook the dagger in his hand at Ji Qing, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and said to himself: "You want me to take care of you? What are you kidding?

In the bed, Ji Qing replied coldly: "Oh!"

Hongxiao's eyes widened, and his face was incredulous: "You're not unconscious?"

Ji Qing turned sideways, looked at Hong Xiao, and her smile was more like showing off: "It's rare to have this kind of opportunity, of course you have to feel it well, what a waste of fainting?"

Hongxiao hated, gritted his teeth with hatred, hated that he couldn't go in with a white knife and with a red knife out, and sent Ji Qing back to the west.

Ji Qing's face was pale, very weak, and he didn't have the strength to separate his thoughts and snoop, and asked, "Is he still playing chess next door?"

Hongxiao muttered, "Nonsense. "Don't overdo it and ignore her.

Ji Qing is no longer bored with herself, thinking quietly about something, and often has a hint of a smile on her face.

A little blush is particularly eye-catching.

Hongxiao couldn't help it, and stabbed it with a dagger.

Ji Qing didn't dodge or dodge, let the dagger against his chest, just a little bit about to cut the flesh, and said softly: "How much do you know about him?"

Hong Xiao raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "Anyway, there are more than you, I have been getting along day and night in the past few years, and I know everything about my son." ”

"Then why don't you look at me and say, is your heart weak?" Ji Qing stared at Hongxiao, but there was no Hongxiao in her eyes, just thinking about that person.

Hongxiao put the dagger on Ji Qing's neck, "Then what do you know? He is such a boring person, he is used to hiding everything in his heart, as long as he refuses to say it, how can you know?"

Ji Qing suddenly felt a little happy: "I peeked at him a few times, but he didn't bother with me." ”

Hongxiao wondered, "Peeking?"

Ji Qing nodded and said with a smile: "Well, just like those little fluffy tails that you think you hide well, I can actually see it." ”

Hongxiao subconsciously reached out and swept behind her back, but she didn't catch anything, and then she realized that Ji Qing could indeed see something that others couldn't see, so she asked, "What did you see?"