"If there is another table of guests here, it will just be enough to surround this strange person." Yang Muyun secretly said in his heart, he was now looking forward to what kind of person would be sitting at that table, and whether it would be as strange as the other people at the three tables.

But the guests who came down to eat all bypassed the empty table and went to other tables, as if it had been specially reserved for someone.

"Even he's here," a sneer hung on the corner of Yuan Qi'er's mouth, "There should be a lot of excitement to watch later." She was obviously talking about the red-clad lama.

"You know him?" Yang Muyun asked.

Yuan Qi'er didn't answer, poured him a full glass of wine, and saluted, "Lang Jun, please drink this cup." ”

"Thank you!" Yang Muyun took the wine glass.

"Lang Jun, how about you have a glass of wine with me?" Yuan Qi'er said with a smile in her eyes.

"Hmm...... So, isn't it okay? Yang Muyun dodged her gaze.

"Lang Jun, are you bold?" Yuan Qi'er's eyes chased him and asked.

"Do I have the guts...... It's actually very small. Yang Muyun squeezed out a smile on his face.

"Then you have to avoid it later," Yuan Qi'er smiled and said with a solemn face: "It won't be long before a big war breaks out here, if you don't want to be affected, you might as well go back to your room and avoid it for a while." ”

"Oh?" Yang Muyun's eyes wandered around the strange man, and the corners of his mouth curled, "Sitting next to you, I'm suddenly not so afraid." ”

The door curtain was lifted, and a noble man in brocade clothes came in, he carried a bird cage in his left hand, and in the cage was a canary, not living in the cage jumping up and down, the sound of chirping was quite crisp and pleasant, he held a folding fan in his right hand, shook it slightly, and then took a figure-eight step leisurely into the inn lobby.

This noble prince was very young, no more than twenty years old, and he was not ugly, but his demeanor was somewhat frivolous. His hair was combed shiny, a jasper hairpin was inserted obliquely in the bun, a topaz wrench was on the middle finger of his right hand that gently shook the folding fan, the clothes on his body were cut with high-quality Huzhou silk, and he wore a pair of new soft-soled powder boots on his feet, and the whole person looked jewelry. He was followed by three people, all dressed in brown shirts, who should be his companions, two of them were tall and fierce-looking, and they were not good at first glance, and one of them had a mediocre face and a rickety figure, and he couldn't tell how old he was, and he carried a long box behind his back, I don't know what it contained.

As soon as the noble prince entered the door, he went straight to the vacant seat to the north of the strange man, and his eyes did not look away for a moment.

Yang Muyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and Yuan Qi'er said beside him, "Everyone is here." ”

The noble son sat in the middle of the north-facing south-facing position, put the bird cage on the table, and looked left and right, "Sit down, go out, don't be formal." ”

The mediocre-looking figure lowered a little, and he looked more rickety, and he said with a smile on his face: "Young master, the little one has always been standing and waiting for the young master, and he is used to it." He didn't say to sit, and the two big men also stood straight and silent.

The noble prince lowered his face, "Old Fang, you don't even listen to me, do you?" The mediocre-looking man saw that the young master was angry, and nodded again and again, but he just didn't sit down.

The noble boy was annoyed, got up and dragged him to the seat, "Do you have sores on your buttocks, or do you have pus in your brain, Young Master Ben wants to see today, what will happen if you sit down?" ”

"Young master, you don't have to pull the villain, just sit down." Lao Fang said with a bitter face.

Seeing the old room sitting down, the noble son glanced at the two big men proudly, and the two big men also sat down.

The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward, bowed to your son and asked, "This boy, what do you have to do?" ”

The noble prince glared, "If you have any good wine and good food, just serve it, why do you ask so much, noisy!" With a flick of his hand, a large silver ingot jumped on the table with a "ding" sound, "When this young master can't afford to pay the silver, take it!" The tone and technique are almost the same as those of Fang Cai Yuan Qi'er.

"Yes, yes, Childe, please wait." The shopkeeper nodded like a chicken pecking rice, bowed like a shrimp, put away the money and hurriedly turned around.

"Poof" Yang Muyun's cheeks shook and he laughed, he looked at Yuan Qi'er, and said in his heart: "Is it that all people from wealthy families speak so arrogantly."

？ ”

Yuan Qi'er knew what he was talking about, glared at him fiercely, and didn't speak.

Although the laughter was soft, it was still heard by the noble prince, and he turned around and looked at the source of the voice with an angry face. When he aimed at Yang Muyun's table, he was attracted by Yuan Qi'er's beautiful face, and the anger on his face immediately turned into nothing, and his eyes lit up, "Tut-tut, I didn't expect such a beautiful woman to exist in this remote place, this young master has lived for so many years, and he has seen many beauties, but compared with this, it is like a candlelight to the sun and the moon." Immediately, he straightened his clothes, cranked the folding fan, and walked towards Yuan Qi'er with a smile.

"Little lady, Xiaosheng is polite." The noble prince stood still a few feet away from Yuan Qi'er and bowed down.

Yuan Qi'er glanced at him and didn't speak.

The noble son was bored with the boss, but he was not annoyed, looked at an empty seat at the table and said, "Little lady, can this son sit down and talk?" ”

"If you want to sit, you can," Yuan Qi'er rolled her eyes and glanced at Yang Muyun, "Then the slave family has to discuss it with my family Langjun." ”

"Oh?" The noble son was quite surprised, and looked at Yang Muyun with her gaze, "Does the little lady have Langjun?" ”

Yang Muyun didn't look at him, just buried his head in eating vegetables. To be honest, he really didn't like this noble son, so he didn't want to pay attention to him.

"No," Yuan Qi'er's beautiful eyes rolled and stopped looking at him, "So there's no discussion, son, please go back!" ”

The noble prince laughed a few times, folded the fan, "The little lady is really joking......" and arched his hand to Yang Muyun, "Under Murong Qing, may I ask your Excellency's name?" ”

"It's rare, in order to be able to talk to Yuan Qi'er, I actually folded the knot." Yang Muyun was secretly amused in his heart, but the other party lowered his posture and couldn't help but respond, and then returned the salute: "Don't dare, just Yang Muyun, I don't deserve such a big gift from Murong Gongzi." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Yang Gongzi, fortunately," Murong Qing's gaze turned to Yuan Qi'er again, "This is ......"

"Didn't you just want to know my name?" Without waiting for Yang Muyun to speak, Yuan Qi'er lightly opened her lips, "My surname is Yuan, and my name is Yuan Qi'er." ”

"It turned out to be Miss Yuan," after learning Yuan Qi'er's name, Murong Qing smiled, "It's really a blessing to be able to meet Miss Yuan here." ”

"Okay, you know my name too," Yuan Qi'er glanced at him, "Can you go back now?" ”

Seeing that she said something to drive her away, Murong Qing's face was slightly embarrassed, and he looked at Yang Muyun, "I am fortunate to meet the two of you, and I want to make friends with the two. ”

"Okay," Yuan Qi'er said lightly: "But you came a step late, and I have already given the wine money, so ......"

"Qi'er," Yang Muyun didn't wait for her to finish speaking, then interrupted: "It's rare that Murong Gongzi is so enthusiastic, so let's have a few drinks with him, and we will treat it as a friend." As he spoke, he picked up the wine jug, poured a glass of wine, and saluted him, "Murong Gongzi, please"

"Thank you Young Master Yang!" Murong Qing breathed a sigh of relief and said secretly: "It's so dangerous, if this beauty refuses again, no matter how thick-skinned I am, I have to go home." He took the wine glass and cast a grateful glance at Yang Muyun.

"Is Murong Gongzi from this Huairou County?" Yang Muyun raised his wine glass and asked with a light touch on the rim of his glass.

"No, I'm just passing through here, and I don't want to meet the two of you by chance." Murong Qing drank all the wine in the cup.

"Passing through here, I'm here to stay," Yuan Qi'er blinked her beautiful eyes, "But now that the rooms here are full, why is Murong Gongzi still here?" ”

"Hmm......" Murong Qing was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer, and said in his heart that this beauty looks like a fairy, how can she speak so chokingly, this young master is so suave, is it so unpopular that she doesn't enter her eyes, and a trace of frustration can't help but rise in her heart.

"I can't stay overnight, and I can't have much to drink." Yang Muyun played a round for him again.

"Yes, yes," Murong Qing hurriedly said: "I'm just tired here, just rest here for the time being, as for the accommodation, it's not too late to find it later." ”

"It's not that simple, is it?" Yuan Qi'er smiled leisurely, Murong Qing's eyes were straight, and she saw her eyes glancing at the black-clothed strange man who was eating with a knife, and said slowly: "Murong Gongzi is here for him?" ”

"This ......" Murong Qing didn't answer, but saw Lao Fang walking quickly, bowed down and said to him: "Young master, the wine and food are all ready, do you see if it's ......?"

"Let's eat first," Murong Qing said impatiently, "Young Master Ben wants to sit here for a while, you go back first." ”

"Yes." Lao Fang frowned, glanced at Yang Muyun and Yuan Qi'er, and didn't dare to disobey the young master's words, so he had to turn around.

"This long box on the back of your subordinates is quite interesting," Yuan Qi'er looked at the back of the old house and smiled at Murong Qing: "What is inside, does Murong Gongzi know?" ”

Seeing that the beauty smiled at herself, Murong Qing suddenly felt that half of her body was crisp, and then shook her head and sighed: "Don't hide it from Miss Yuan, no one will show the things in this box in the old house, even Young Master Ben will not have a chance to see what it is." ”

"Then he is with you and protects you? Or is there another purpose? Yuan Qi'er asked again.

"Does Young Master Ben still need someone to protect him?" Murong Qing smiled proudly, glanced around and said: "Young Master Ben is full of martial arts, and he wants to walk the rivers and lakes to show his skills, and it just so happens that the old house needs Young Master Ben's help when he goes out to do errands, so Young Master Ben will not let him go, so he will escort him all the way here." ”

Yuan Qi'er smiled "poof", her eyes flowing, "I think you ran away secretly, right?" ”

"How do you know......" Before the word could be spoken, Murong Qing quickly closed his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

Yang Muyun and Yuan Qi'er glanced at each other, and looked at the old house with the long box on his back, "It turns out that he is the real protagonist of this table." ”

"That old fang's martial arts must be quite high, right?" Yuan Qi'er said softly, but her eyes looked at Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun nodded secretly, but Murong Qing interjected and said: "Lao Fang knows martial arts, don't be kidding, I just met a dog on the road and barked at him twice, he was so scared that he almost turned around and ran......"

Yuan Qi'er and Yang Muyun looked at each other and smiled, while Murong Qing chattered endlessly.

......

It was late at night, and the diners went upstairs to rest. There were only seven tables left in the lobby, namely the black-clothed knife-wielding monster and the four tables of people surrounding him, the thief boy and the strong man in the corner, and then the table of Yuan Qi'er, Yang Muyun and Murong Qing.

The black-clothed sword-wielding monster was still eating slowly, and the food on the table in front of him hadn't finished yet, as if it was possible for him to eat until dawn as long as he wanted to.

The old man and the young man were still playing chess games, as if they had plans to fight until dawn. The blind man still played the huqin, and the little girl babbled tirelessly and sang songs, but no one threw any money into their broken bowls. The lama in red clothes and red hats was still closing his eyes and chanting sutras, as if he had forgotten the hour, and the fat woman opposite was gnawing on a pig's trotters, gnawing on her face full of oil and still not stopping, as if her stomach would never be filled.

The old room at the table on the north side sat quietly with his eyes closed with a long box on his back, while the two big men were eating and drinking, and they were very happy.

The thief boy and the strong man lay on the table and seemed to be asleep.

Here, Murong Qing gradually opened his mind, and exchanged cups with Yang Muyun and Yuan Qi'er, and the wine was dry, and he didn't know how many cups he had drunk. Murong Qing's face had turned red, and his eyes had begun to become a little hazy. Yang Muyun looked at his drunken state, and couldn't help but look at Yuan Qi'er, only to see that her face was as white as jade, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and there was no trace of alcohol, and she was secretly surprised in her heart: she said that she drank more than her brother, and it seemed that this was true. Yuan Qi'er saw Yang Muyun looking at her, so she smiled at him.

"Miss Yuan, Young Master Yang," Murong Qing staggered to his feet, holding his wine glass high, "It's really a pleasure to meet you and drink bitterly, come, do it" said with a tilt of his neck, and drank all the wine in the cup.

"Master Murong, you've drunk too much." Yang Muyun stepped forward and persuaded.

"I ...... I didn't drink much," Murong Qing's tongue seemed to be a little bent, and he squinted his eyes and looked to the side, "Miss Yuan, Yang Gongzi, how can we have no one to help us drink so happily," he stretched out his hand and pointed to the blind man who played the huqin and the little girl who sang the song, "Let, let them come and sing a song, come, come and cheer us up." As he spoke, he staggered towards the table over there.

"Murong Gongzi, no." Yang Muyun wanted to step forward and grab him, but he shook his hand and went to take care of himself.