The Bora Inn is a time-honored brand, obviously influential in the local area, and the business is good.

Even in the late winter, when it is difficult to travel, there are still many customers in the store. Of course, the vast majority come for a big meal from the locals.

Zhao Yue ate slowly under the warm and deliberate care of the little two, and if he didn't observe the guests, he prevented thieves and the like from pretending to be guests from eating and drinking and stealing money at night, and even engaging in murderous deeds.

Those who dine here are all dressed decently on the surface, and some of them are at least worth something.

With Zhao Yue's sharp gaze, he didn't find any abnormal guests.

His gaze finally fell on a table of guests in the middle of the next row of tables.

There were six people at that table, judging by their demeanor and accent, they should be from other places, but they were obviously divided into master and servant.

The owner was a twenty-seven-eighteen-year-old man, with an elegant atmosphere, but with a waist knife, he sat alone on the top.

Sitting on her side, on one side is a woman in her thirties. There was a child on her left and right.

Close to the owner was a boy, seven or eight years old, with a playful and active face, just the naughty age of carefree chickens and dogs. The other is a little girl, only three or four years old, who looks a little sluggish, seems very quiet, and does not like to eat.

The woman was kind-faced, very loving, and took good care of her, patiently coaxing the two children to eat well, but she could not take care of her own stomach. But looking at the dress of the two children, it should not be her children, but the young master and young lady of the main family.

On the other side is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old honest young man, who should be the master's attendant. He ate quietly, and from time to time poured wine and tea for the master and the other two.

Sitting down was a middle-aged man dressed as a servant leader. With a bag by his side, he should be a butler or something. And the only woman should be husband and wife, and like Xiao Young, he also carries a mouth-style waist knife.

Take a closer look at the physiognomy. The middle-aged man and the young man should be father and son, at least have a close blood relationship.

In Zhao Yue's eyes, the real identity of the master should be an official, at least once an official.

He could clearly feel that the person's elegance was actually official.

It's just that the master is frowning slightly at the moment, drinking with his head bored, showing impatience with the little boy's naughtiness, as if he is in frustration and trouble.

The housekeeper-like man sighed lightly and persuaded: "Master, it's better to drink less wine so as not to hurt yourself on an empty stomach." Let's have a bite to eat. ”

The master didn't seem to be a man who was accustomed to being high up and not listening to mortals. Wen Yan nodded slightly, which was a response.

The housekeeper-like man saw that the master began to use the dishes, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he reached out to hold the little girl affectionately in his arms and coax her to eat.

Although this table is divided into high and low masters, the relationship is close. It shows that the owner's self-cultivation should be generally good.

At this moment, as soon as the hotel door opened, a group of seven or eight men broke in.

The man at the head was in his early twenties, tall and large, and very burly. It seems to be a fierce general, but his face is fat and white and delicate, his eyes are small and ruthless, and his style is very big and very good. Dressed luxuriously, wearing a leopard skin coat of the style first produced by Cangzhao, with a wrist knife hanging from his waist. Keep your chest high and scan the guests in the hotel with your eyes. Under the embrace of the followers, he swaggered and went straight in.

When the shopkeeper of the hotel saw this person, he quickly stood up. Hurriedly greeted him, smiled before speaking, and bowed down to give a big salute.

"Oh, the prince has come to the shop. The shop is really full of flowers......"

A flattery is offered without money.

The prince only snorted slightly in his nostrils, and under the respectful guidance of the shopkeeper, he walked through the hall with eight steps, and when he passed the frustrated family, his open leopard skin coat and hands did not know whether they intentionally or unintentionally swept the honest young man on the side of the hall.

The young man was eating quietly, and he was caught off guard, and he was almost swept away and fell to the ground to suffer a big loss.

He snorted in pain, hurriedly held the table to stabilize his figure, rubbed his ribs in the sweep, and instinctively opened his mouth and scolded: "You don't have long eyes when you walk?" ”

This scolding immediately led to disaster.

The prince sat close to him, Erlang's legs were cocked, and he squinted at the owner of the table with a simple young man.

His followers came up with great momentum, and they all shouted and scolded.

"Little Wang Balamb, you are like a monkey, you don't look like a person, and you make this place your home? Dogs dare to block the way through the hall, and dare to blame our sons? ”

"Little rabbit cub, how many dares do you have to scold our sons? The skin is tight, and the master is loose? ”

……

Foul language sprays wildly, wantonly attacks and provokes, rolls up his sleeves and clenches his fists and is eager to try, and he will rush up and punch and kick at any time.

Zhao Yue understood that this group of people was purely deliberately looking for trouble, either they had premeditated and deliberate revenge, or they temporarily chose to use their location and power to blackmail passers-by.

Although Xiao Young is honest in appearance, he is young and vigorous, and he is justified in being bullied in public, and his anger suddenly rises, and he wants to draw his sword to fight. But the middle-aged man quickly got up, held down his hand to draw the knife, and softly stopped him, "Ji'er, you can't move the knife." ”

The young man's body was stunned, remembering something, his angry face showed a look of smuggling, and he bit his lip and slowly let go of the hand holding the knife.

This provoked even greater ridicule and humiliation.

"Yo, draw your sword? Why don't you pull out a knife and cut grandpa? ”

"Why don't you pull it out? Cut, the dog cub also knows that the dog owner has lost his position now, and he can't be arrogant and dare not bite anyone? ”

"Hehe, you still want to pull out a knife to commit murder? You don't look at whose territory it is. Are you Fan Tianxi or the ox fork official of the Sansi Yamen? Arrest Fan Tianxi and the two cubs and you in prison together, so that you can see your grandfather's methods, and you can't be killed. ”

"If you don't draw your sword, you don't want to leave the county tomorrow. Clearly, lie down obediently and let us beat us up. Our sons are angry, and when they are happy, they may let you go. Otherwise, drive you out of the inn, grandpa, who the hell dares to take you for the night? You can blow the cold wind in the open air for a night, and let grandpa see if you corrupt officials are hard enough. ”

……

Fan Tianxi is the name of the troubled master.

When the conflict occurred, he was in a bad mood, and with this excitement, he was more annoyed than Xiao Young, but he looked at a pair of frightened children, worried that the children would be hurt, and wanted to endure this breath, but at this moment, he generally understood the cause of the incident, knew that this group of people was deliberately retaliating, and could not tolerate the anti-fouling of him for corrupt officials and corrupt officials.

He shouted angrily and presumptuously, stood up with a knife, stared at the prince and sneered: "I said look at why you are so familiar, it turns out that you are the son of the dog official Wang Shizhong and the nephew of the traitor king Shiyong." Hmph, your father resold the treasury grain and embezzled public funds, and I inspected it and reported it to the imperial court and lost the prefect's envoy, so I didn't expect to come here to harm the people here. ”

"Deceive me into trouble and dare to commit murder in public? What is the law of being the king of the Great Song Dynasty? Your father is a magistrate here, so this is not under the control of the imperial court? Wang Shiyong mixed with the Ministry of Officials this time, and the Shangshu was able to deceive the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty and cover the sky with one hand? Is there an official family in the eyes of your Wang family? ”

Zhao Yue understood.

This Fan Tianxi turned out to be an official of the Sansi Yamen (Ministry of Finance and Taxation of the Great Song Dynasty). Wang Shiyong is one of the big beneficiaries of the official reshuffle caused by the Tokyo case. Fan Tianxi previously checked and reported that he had lost the official position of Wang Shiyong's brother and offended the Wang family. His official position was obviously taken away by Wang Shiyong, who came to power, with his personal power and revenge. (To be continued.) )