"Xiaocheng, here."

Chef Zhang stood in front of the door of Drunken Gexuan and stretched his waist, and shouted with a smile when he saw the old city approaching.

"Senior," the Old Town responded, "not open today?" ”

"Of course today...... Oh, look at my memory, you are not a local in the small city and don't know this, it is like this, every year today, the large and small shops in Hangzhou City have to be closed for one day. ”

"Closed, why?" The Old City raised an eyebrow.

"Seven years ago, our city lord took office today, so the city lord has such a rule: every year today, all shops are closed for one day, and at the same time, the city lord's mansion will hold a banquet, regardless of rich or poor, you can enter the banquet, but the seats for this banquet are limited, and it is difficult to grab it."

"Oh......," the old city replied

"What, what does the town think?" Chef Zhang said with a smile.

"I want to see this so-called city lord's banquet." The Old City replied honestly.

"Then let's go," Chef Zhang's mouth cracked in a big arc, "Every year, the city lord Yan Zui Gexuan has a few reserved places, so you don't have to go and grab the head with others, the shopkeeper has actually gone, and I'm actually waiting for you here." ”

"I'm in trouble." The old city said politely.

"Hey, Xiaocheng, you're going to be divided, don't bother, don't bother," Chef Zhang laughed, the fat on his face trembled, "Xiaocheng, let's go?" ”

"Okay."

"Today, it is the seventh anniversary of the city lord's inauguration, it is the same as in previous years, it is still the old rule, no matter who you are, what your identity is, as long as you come, you are a guest!"

As soon as he walked to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, he heard such a voice coming from inside.

"Welcome," seeing the two approaching, a guard at the door greeted them, "but it seems that the seats are full, and I am afraid that the two of you are a little late." ”

"Tsk......" Chef Zhang pondered for a moment, "We are from Zuige Xuan, and there should be a vacant seat for us inside." ”

"This ...... What proof can the two of them have? ”

"How do you want me to prove it?" Chef Zhang seemed a little angry, "I haven't had this in the past few years, why don't you let me in today, right?"

"Both, I'm also on business, please understand." The guard said lightly.

"Where's this?" The old city interrupted the conversation between the guards and Chef Zhang, and took out the sign that read "Hold a pen and draw tang" from his arms.

"What is this?" The guard was puzzled and took the sign, "Are you from the pen painting?" Inside, please, a special seat in front of the feast. As he spoke, the guard's attitude immediately changed, and he bowed slightly, and handed the sign back to the old city.

"Thank you," Old Cheng said, looking at Chef Zhang, "This master is indeed from Drunken Gexuan." ”

"What kind of guards are these, it's really ......" Entering the gate, Chef Zhang scolded and complained, "You can walk around the town by yourself, I'll go find a few of my old friends." After that, before the old city could reply, he had already walked away.

The old city looked around, although the city lord's mansion was surging with people at the moment, it still looked very atmospheric, the square courtyard was full of tables and chairs, and a stage was also set up, several tables and chairs around the stage were also put on the stage, the edge of the courtyard, several winding paths led to the backyard behind the main hall, and it could be vaguely seen that the backyard was also crowded.

"Next, I announce, the morning feast, begins!"

On the stage, one person shouted.

"Oh!" Waves of cheers followed, followed by the clashing of cups and plates. The old city quietly observed, only to see that the tables around the stage were not full, "This is the so-called 'special seat'." She thought as she walked towards the platform.

"He's there too?" The old city saw two people sitting in front of a table on the stage, one was dressed in brocade, burly, and there was a strong aura of slaughter in his gestures, and the other was a begonia.

Old Cheng turned his head to look at the table next to him, and he also saw two acquaintances in it, one was the shopkeeper of Drunken Gexuan, and the other was Chef Zhang, who was full of meat.

"Small town." As soon as the old city took the stage, the voice of the begonias could be heard.

"Begonia." She also responded lightly, turned around and walked in the direction of the shopkeeper of Drunken Gexuan.

"Xiaocheng, if you don't mind, just sit here." The voice of a begonia came from behind him.

"Thank you." Old Cheng said, but she didn't look back, she said hello to the shopkeeper of Zuige Xuan, and then returned to the table where Begonia was and sat down.

"This is the city lord of Hangzhou City." Begonia smiled and introduced the old city.

The old city was slightly stunned, then got up and saluted: "The folk girl has seen the city lord. ”

"Well, there's no need to be polite today. If you are a friend of Begonia, you are also a friend of Huang. The city lord laughed.

"Dare to ask the girl's name?" The lord of the castle twisted his beard.

"Old City." The Old City said.

"Huang has a single name," the city lord said, "I will be the same as Begonia, so I will call you a small city." ”

"Hmm." Old Town Road, she felt a little uncomfortable sitting here.

"Lao Huang, what I just said ......" Haitang said to the city lord, while signaling that the old city didn't have to care about the two of them.

"Oh, yes......" the lord replied.

The old city felt a little embarrassed, eating its own food, while carefully observing the lively scene below.

"Huh?" At one moment, she seemed to see a familiar and unfamiliar figure, wrapped in a black cloak.

"Is that him?" The old city pondered.

Jiangnan, Suzhou, dusk.

The dripping raindrops hit the earth, a hazy rain curtain carefully obscured the vision, and the cold air revealed a bit of desolation.

"Squeak-" The door to the inn room was slowly pushed open, and the man took off the hat and put it aside, dragging his wet body to the table, and the candlelight reflected the deep scar on his face a little frighteningly.

"What, hiding from me?" The voice of the visitor was low and hoarse.

"How dare you." An old voice replied, and then a clumsy figure slowly stepped out from behind the screen, a man who seemed to be old, wearing a mask and wrapped in a cloak.

"Now that I'm in Suzhou, I have to see each other." Scarface said, his eyes a little hideous as he looked at the face under the mask wrapped in his cloak.

"How is the emperor now?" The old man did not answer, but asked.

"Thanks to you, the emperor is still hanging half his life," the scarface man turned his face away and looked at the dancing candle flame, "Why, until now, you still care so much about the emperor?"

"I'm not you." The old man said, and sat down across from the man.

"I'm not you either, so I'm where I am now, and you're ......" Scarface's disdainful voice echoed in the room.

"I want to see the emperor." The old man was silent for a moment, then said.

"See the emperor?" Scarface was stunned, "You still want to see the emperor now?" ”

"I want to see the emperor." The old man stared into Scarface's eyes.

"Haha, hahahaha......" Scarface's sarcastic words fell into the old man's ears, "Impossible, you can't see the emperor, and the emperor won't want to see you again." ”

"I know you have a way." The old man was still staring into Scarface's eyes.

"You think I'll help you?" Scarface scoffed.

"You will." The old man's words were very affirmative.

"......" Scarface's eyes flickered as he stood up and walked to the window, "Why are you so sure?" With that, he opened the window, and the rain hit his face, and the cold air that poured in with the rain made both of them shiver.

"......," the old man was silent for a long time, "I don't know." ”

Jiangnan, Hangzhou, dusk.

The City Lord's Mansion was brightly lit, and noisy voices could be heard from afar.

The old city was slowly pacing in the backyard of the city lord's mansion, and there was a small pond with lotus leaves in the pond.

"There's nothing special about the food in the City Lord's Mansion," the old city thought, "It doesn't feel like that, but the food in Zuige Xuan is more distinctive, and when I understand the special features of the food here, maybe I should go back, I don't know how the master is doing after all these years." As for the pen painting, although it seems to be a magical place, I don't want to know more, but I don't know what the begonia says about me? ”

"Huh?" At a certain moment, the old city woke up, and out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see that somewhat familiar black shadow again.

"Is that him?" Old City thought, shook his head, and walked to the front yard, at this point, it was almost time for dinner.

"Begonia." The old city took the initiative to say hello to Haitang this time, and was about to reflexively walk towards Chef Zhang.

"Little town, just sit here." Begonia said again.

"Huh?" Old Cheng was stunned, "No, I'd better go to Zuige Xuan." ”

"Hey, Xiaocheng, just sit here, look at this table, obviously there can be six or seven people, but there have always been only me and Haitang, you are sitting here, there are more than one person, isn't it?" The city lord helped on the side.

"Since the city lords have said so, I will not refuse." Old City said, and sat down with a cold expression.

As he spoke, food was already served. The city lord squinted slightly, and after a moment he stood up.

"Ahem," the cough was not loud, but it made the huge courtyard quiet.

"Welcome to the seventh Hangzhou banquet held by Huang, Huang is very honored, according to the convention, for the people who have made outstanding contributions to our Hangzhou City this year, I will first introduce one or two to you." The city lord said unhurriedly, but it was full of momentum. The old city just felt more and more embarrassed, there were only three of them at this table, and everyone knew the city lord and Begonia, but the old city was completely unfamiliar to others, and many eyes stayed on her, which made her even feel a little disgusted.

"Below is Liu Zhan from the blacksmith shop, and then..." As the city lord read the name, the corresponding figures also stood up.

"Then there is the big butler of our City Lord's Mansion, Zhao Qi, and then there's..."

The city lord read slowly, and the housekeeper named Zhao Qi naturally stood up as his name was read, and then, Zhao Qi frowned, and the hand that touched his neck stayed in the air, and the blood light appeared, and the whole head was crooked, and it half slipped down from the neck, only the last trace of flesh barely connected the head and body, and then he slowly fell down.