"The slave is clumsy, and he doesn't understand the meaning of the master!" Mo Li knelt on the side and rubbed Nangong Yan's legs, Nangong Yan raised her hand sideways, giving Mo Li a brain meltdown.

At this time, there were bursts of crying on the street outside the pavilion, and that pity made Nangong Yan frown and be displeased: "What miscellaneous things?" ”

Mo Li looked at the window of the pavilion and replied: "It was a few people who sang and were driven away by the people in the theater!" Look at that outfit, it looks like an escape..."

"Desert escape?"

Nangong Yan had no intention of sitting again, got up and went downstairs by herself, and Mo Li hurriedly followed.

When I came to the street, a few steps away, two or three singers were squeezed into the corner by the entrance hall of the theater: "I said uncle, I won't stop you from making a living, but don't you be in front of our theater, your peers are on the opposite side, aren't you smashing my business?" As he spoke, Mentang tapped his foot on the erhu beside the old man.

"This little brother... I... I just sat and rested, and I didn't make a living! The old man shrank back and hugged the erhu in his arms.

"Then you go and sit elsewhere, sit here, and block our doorway!"

The door hall is very domineering, at this time, Nangong Yan has already frowned and stepped forward, the door hall turned around and swept his eyes when he heard it, only from Nangong Yan's silk luxurious and elegant dress, he bowed down and nodded: "Miss, what's the matter?" ”

"What rule did the old man break in this way?"

Nangong Yan was angry and pressed his chest, and his attitude was pressing, and the door guessed that this person was either rich or expensive, so he shouldn't say it, just a strong smile.

In this regard, Nangong Yan didn't bother to take care of the doorway, and walked to the old man who was singing: "Old man, take these, go forward, there is a food fence, eat better!" ”

Looking at the big money in his hand, the old man felt straight to tears, and several men and women in tattered clothes behind him also knelt down and thanked him: "Miss is a good person, Miss is a good person..."

"Get up!" Nangong Yan didn't want to be bowed down by the poor, and looked at their fleeing with large bags and small bags, so she said more: "Old man, where did you come from?" Why is this so? ”

"Alas..."The old man sighed: "We are from the northern Xinjiang, there..." In the middle of the conversation, several town and city patrol guards came from a distance, the old man was afraid that those officials would find trouble, so he stopped and left with his family, and Mo Qing also drove the carriage over: "Master, let's go!" ”

Looking at the appearance of those people, Nangong Yan felt very uncomfortable, and when she got into the carriage, she pondered and asked: "The war in Northern Xinjiang has ended, how can there be refugees here?" Could it be that there are other things? Mo Qing, do you know what other news is coming besides the war? ”

"Yes, the three armies of Liaoyuan, Dongzhou, and Xiaowu Emperor have all been sealed in China, and it is estimated that it will only be these few days!"

After answering, Mo Qing whipped his horsewhip violently, and the carriage immediately accelerated, rushing forward with the snow on the road.

South Passage, Liquor Street, looking at the signboards of all kinds of alcoholic wines, old wines, and spirits, Lin Xiu only felt gurgling in his heart, and in the obvious place on the side of the road, in front of a small liquor shop, the small servants were talking on the street to attract passers-by.

"Yo... This military master, come in and drink two glasses of alcohol in the small shop... Guaranteed self-brewing, the entrance is fragrant, the wine is sweet but not strong, you want to drink a glass of two, drink two glasses and think of a jar..."

In the face of the guest words, Lin Xiu entered the store with a smile: "Let's try the star anise first, in addition to wine, what are the appetizers?" ”

The little guy dragged the wine jar and a wine saucer and trotted forward, waved his arm to support the altar, and sifted a bowl to Lin Xiu: "Little brother, there are really snacks, you wait!" ”

Not long after, the little maid brought a plate of plum beans, a plate of marinated and rotten dog meat, smelling the fragrance of meat, chewing the sour and hot plum beans, tasting the purity of the wine, for a moment, Lin Xiu seemed to return to his childhood, when he and Zhao Yuan and Li Hu were in the village, stealing chickens and touching dogs, it was really innocent and comfortable.

was savoring, and a low voice came into his ear: "Little brother, can you sit here?" ”

Lin Xiu looked up, in front of him, an old man in a blue gray robe, with a white beard and a full jaw, like a Taoist, stood in front of him with a crane-shaped wooden staff, Lin Xiu put down the wine glass, raised his hand respectfully: "Senior, please yourself!" ”

After the old man sat down, he just wanted to order some wine, but he felt a little embarrassed all over his body, seeing this, Lin Xiu drank lightly: "Xiao Er, play octagonal wine again, add a wine bowl!" ”

"Brother Jun, wait a minute, this is coming!"

The old man glanced at Lin Xiu and smiled indifferently: "Little brother, thank you!" ”

"Seniors are polite, when you go out, everyone has a bad time!"

So the old man and the young man drank at the same table, and the result was not half a moment, the old man suddenly raised his head, looking out of the street, Lin Xiu was puzzled, and looked at it, several young and strong people with short swords on their waists were sweeping around, and the old man immediately got up: "Little brother, thank you for the wine, the old man said goodbye!" ”

When the words fell, the old man left quickly, and this scene made Lin Xiu stunned for a while: "Strange old man..."

After the plum beans, dog meat, and wine cup were empty, Lin Xiu threw down a few big money, and explained to the shopkeeper who was guarding the street, if he saw the same clothes and accessories as him, he told himself to go to the theater, and the little guy got the reward, so he naturally agreed.

When he came to the street, Lin Xiu walked by himself, but a car drove in the distance, and the driver was extremely domineering, and splashed Lin Xiu's snow slurry when passing by, which made Lin Xiu frown and displeased, but the car was already far away, and he could only shake his head.

While driving, Nangong Yan Chongmo Qing said: "It's still early this time, there's no need to be so fast, in case you disturb pedestrians and children, see how I clean you up!" ”

Mo Qing didn't say anything, but he was very anxious in his heart, calculating the time, even if they could enter the capital at night, even if they burned high incense, if they couldn't enter the city, when they returned home tomorrow, what was waiting for him would definitely be the punishment of the prince, but the master's order was here, he could only reduce the speed of the horse and resign himself to fate.

When he came to the theater bar, Lin Xiu looked left and left, and finally entered the theater building called Miaoyin Pavilion at the head of the street.

At this time, after a few moments in the afternoon, there were not many people in the theater, Lin Xiu found a seat in the pavilion, asked for a pot of tea, and listened to the hot drama of the north into the battlefield, although those dramas sang happily, but when he heard the ears Lin Xiu only felt that something was wrong, in his eyes, the battlefield was fierce and crazy, how could there be a knife in the opera like a sky to slash the enemy, and a leap to deter the atmosphere of the rivers and mountains.

At this time, there were bursts of ridicule in the pavilion next to him, and Lin Xiu listened attentively, and the words were all bad practices of the drama.

"What kind of broken drama, if the Northern Barbarians are so lightly broken, then how can there be countless soldiers who die in the Northern Xinjiang? … A bunch of flirtatious little people who mislead idlers..."

After this scolding, he followed other low persuasions: "Brother Yu... It's just a joke, why bother with this fake thing, it's not worth it! ”

"That is, no matter what, the Northern Frontier is a great victory, your father has been fighting for several months, and the King of Qin is on top..."

"Shut up, what nonsense?"

Listening to this, Lin Xiu didn't care about it originally, but Brother Yu Zhi... The word King Qin was in his ears, and he had a stirring in his head, Brother Yu... Is it possible to make such a familiar word?