Zhao Mingyue still agrees with Ling Kun's knowledge, since he has seen this bean juice from a book, maybe it is really delicious, at least he can try it.

She took the lead in sitting on the unclean-looking table and stool, and looked at Ling Kun with a frown.

Ling Kun skillfully asked for three bowls of bean juice, accompanied by coke rings, baked cakes, and dried radish, and couldn't wait to take a sip. Wow, it's cool, that's what it smells like.

Zhao Mingyue saw that he was eating well, and also took a sip of the bowl gently, and a sour, smelly and bitter taste quickly entered his mouth, spread throughout his body through his tongue, and went straight to his heart.

"Poof." Zhao Mingyue turned around and spit out half a mouthful of bean juice that she had drunk, but the sour smell in her mouth couldn't be spit out, as if it was going to penetrate every pore. She saw half a bucket of cold water next to her, with a ladle on it, rushed over and scooped a ladle of water, rinsing it a dozen times before stopping.

Ling Kun sucked the bean juice in the bowl, looked at Zhao Mingyue in confusion, and muttered, "Is it so unpleasant?" Wouldn't it be too much of an exaggeration? ”

Zhao Mingyue turned around, her face flushed with anger, and she pointed at Ling Kun and scolded: "Ling Kun, you are so daring that you dare to lie to me." ”

"How did I lie to you, this bean juice is very authentic, don't you say?" Ling Kun asked the other diners at the table.

Everyone nodded, and one of the middle-aged men said, "Yes, yes, this old man's bean juice is also a time-honored brand in Youzhou, and I came all the way to drink this sip." ”

"Look, did I lie to you?" Ling Kun said proudly.

"You." Zhao Mingyue was extremely angry, but she didn't know how to refute it.

The boss said to Zhao Mingyue honestly: "Young man, this bean juice is fermented, it is such a taste, you will not be used to it for the first time, drink it a few times, you will be able to taste the deliciousness." ”

"I see." Zhao Mingyue finally understood, but she would definitely not try this damaging taste again. So he covered his nose and sat on the side urging Ling Kun: "You eat quickly, and leave quickly after eating." ”

"Hey, okay." Ling Kun replied vaguely in a mouthful of food.

The sword picked up the bowl and sniffed it, and put it down decisively, can't this kind of rancid rice eat the dead?

Zhao Mingyue was bored, and happened to chat with the boss.

"Uncle, are you Han or Khitan?"

"Of course, it is the Han people, the Han people who have lived in Youzhou for generations." Old man Gao replied.

"We are Han people from the Central Plains, and we want to do some business in Youzhou, but I don't know what the situation is here, will the Han people be excluded by the Khitans?" Zhao Mingyue asked.

The old man looked around and whispered, "Do you need to talk about this?" Look at this street, the Khitan people are all uncles, and the Han people are all grandchildren. The Khitans were brutal and killed people at every turn, and they didn't have to pay for their lives when they killed the Han people, they could pay for a chicken or a sheep. Old man Gao shook his head and sighed.

The people at the same table were all Han Chinese, and when they heard the conversation between the two, they persuaded one after another: "Young man, you are from the Central Plains, why do you come here to wade into troubled waters, don't make no money when the time comes, and put your life on the line." ”

"Really?" Ling Kun was puzzled: "Since this place is so dangerous, why don't you move to the south of the Dao?" ”

"Hey, it's that simple." One of them sighed and said: "Our family has lived in the north for generations, my parents are old, and it is difficult to leave the homeland, and besides, isn't there a war on the side of the imperial court, and we also hope that one day the Great Song army can fight and drive the Khitans away." ”

Ling Kun nodded, seeing Zhao Mingyue with her head down, her face flushed slightly, as if she was a little ashamed. This woman really has a sense of responsibility as a master, what does the country's major affairs concern you as a girl?

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, and no one spoke at the table, only the sound of drinking bean juice.

After Ling Kun finished eating, he continued to walk forward with Zhao Mingyue and Shi Jian.

Zhao Mingyue remembered the sour and smelly thing she had just drunk, her stomach was full of sourness, and her heart was on fire, blaming this nasty Zhao ditch.

She really wanted to beat him out of anger, but she didn't have a whip on her, and seeing that there was nothing usable on her body, she stretched out her fingers and twisted Ling Kun's waist and scolded: "Zhao Gouqu, let me tell you, if you dare to trick me into eating these stinky things again, I will kill you." ”

"Don't, it hurts, it hurts." Ling Kun screamed in pain and raised his hand to beg for mercy.

Zhao Mingyue looked at his aching mouth and said in disgust: "You drank so much bean juice, will your mouth be very stinky?" ”

"It doesn't stink, I don't believe you smell it." Ling Kun said with a grin, and moved his mouth closer to Zhao Mingyue.

Zhao Mingyue's cheeks instantly flew like a peony, and she hurriedly let go of the hand that was twisting Ling Kun, turned her head and walked forward.

Seeing this, the sword couldn't hold back any longer, and pulled out his sword with a loud voice, and shouted: "Ling Kun, you have no respect for your superiors, you are bold, I will kill you." "Saying that, a sword stabbed in, the wind was strong, if it was Ling Kun before, it was estimated that he would already be a dead soul under the sword.

However, now Ling Kun is no longer Wuxia Ameng, he dodged a sword in a hurry, and grabbed the wrist of the sword, and scolded angrily: "You crazy woman, you kill people at every turn, are you crazy?" ”

The sword broke free from Ling Kun's palm, and the tip of the sword pointed at Ling Kun again, and said sharply: "Anyone who dares to disrespect his master will die." ”

"Hey, isn't it just a joke, what's all the fuss?" Ling Kun said disdainfully.

Shi Jian was even more angry, and just wanted to refute, Zhao Mingyue turned around and said, "Okay, don't be embarrassed on the street, let's go, go to that teahouse and eat something more." ”

Seeing that Zhao Mingyue didn't mean to blame Ling Kun, Shi Jian felt very incredible. Think about what a noble identity the master is, he was molested by a minion, and he didn't get angry, why is this?

Entering the big teahouse, Zhao Mingyue asked for a pot of tea, some dim sum, and roasted wheat, and tasted it slowly. Shi Jian and Ling Kun were like two vindictive roosters, sitting with their eyes fixed and eating together.

Throughout the ages, teahouses have been places where idlers gather, where information is distributed, and where entertainment is made. Zhao Mingyue chose to come here, on the one hand, to eat, and on the other hand, to listen to the voices of the people of Youzhou.

Sure enough, from the moment I entered the door, all kinds of discussions never stopped, including parents' shortcomings, meat and vegetarian jokes, national events, and all kinds of topics.

"By the way, have you ever heard that Princess Pingnan is coming to Nanjing again, don't go out for a stroll if you don't have anything to do." An old man with a gray beard said mysteriously.

"Really?" A young man asked, surprised.

"Of course, my brother-in-law saw it with his own eyes yesterday." The old man affirmed.

The young man took a sip of tea, threw down a string of copper plates, and hurried away, almost stumbling as he went out.

Although the rest of the people did not leave, they all had solemn faces, and they did not have the interest of Tiannanhaibei Shenkan just now.

Ling Kun became interested and asked the old man: "Uncle, who is this Princess Pingnan, why is everyone so afraid of her?" ”

"You don't even know who Princess Pingnan is?" The old man asked in surprise.