The excited guests' eyes widened.

"Good!" The restaurant applauded thunderously and was very excited.

Bartender Li breathed a sigh of relief, but still commented: "Is orc love immoral?"

"If you want to hear the story of the indeed? The old man kicked him in the ass, "Applause." ”

"Yes, yes, applause, applause......," the bartender begged with a bitter gourd face, "Weathering that thing, if it hurts, it hurts." ”

"Can't you laugh a little? Look at you are so ugly, I'm not in the mood to talk about it, or is orc love actually not as good as the cheating shopkeeper's wife?"

"The previous one sounds good. Sir, I'm laughing, I'm laughing, I'm not laughing. Don't always card me with this. The bartender twisted a wry smile and clapped vigorously, his palms flushed.

The old man was finally satisfied.

The golden beast on the pear blossom wood table emitted a faint smoke, and the white-robed boy in the box propped his head and took a drowsy nap.

A noble lady beside him, wearing a white feather veil that matched her husband's very well, was slender and shadowy, like a goddess who had descended into the world.

Isn't this Mrs. Bailing?

The husband fell asleep peacefully in the lively drunken fairy building, afraid that he would be very tired. Mrs. Bailing intimately asked Xiaocui to cover the screen and try to block out the noisy noise outside.

The royal officer's lips opened slightly when he was half asleep, as if he had said something. Mrs. Bailing thought that her husband wanted to drink water, so she leaned closer to listen, and then retracted her posture again, and her expression was not shocked.

The Jun'an envoy at the adjacent table kept staring at the back of the imperial official, and he was very relieved, but he didn't dare to come forward to disturb, so he had to pull Qin Zhi again and ask: "My lord, are you unwell?" He went to Lingxiang Pavilion yesterday, and the lower official was really worried. ”

Zhi'er said nonchalantly: "Are you saying that Nishizawa will take more offenses and make your brother-in-law unhappy?" Don't worry, with your brother-in-law's skills, you can easily teach him a lesson, and you won't be tired." ”

"Of course I'm not worried about my skills. But, is it possible," the envoy said, "Young Master Qin, do you know that in the land of fireworks in Lingxiang Pavilion, there will be something that should not be touched?"

Zhi'er was asking for fine wine to put in the golden gourd, this golden gourd was covered with a lid, which was the murder weapon for beating people, and when the lid was removed, it was full of high-quality wine: "You said soul smoke." My brother-in-law said that he wouldn't touch it again, but he wouldn't touch it. Why, you don't believe him?"

"No, no, how dare Xia Guan not believe the Imperial Official? But the Lord and his wife finally came to the Drunken Immortal Mansion for dinner, why did he fall asleep? Xia Guan pondered, either the Lord and the unknown person had taken more tricks and was physically exhausted, or he had touched the soul smoke. ”

"My brother-in-law is simply sleepy. Hey, why don't you ask him, why do you always ask me what I'm doing?"

The envoy smiled awkwardly: "Isn't the Imperial Commander resting?" It's not good for me to go over and ask directly, so I can only trouble Qin Gongzi. ”

Zhi'er, who never regarded the imperial official as too much of a slumber, leaned over to look at the first largest restaurant in Fenglin City, which was full, and exclaimed: "There are so many people! I heard that the food here is the most authentic and delicious, and I can't wait to eat it." ”

The aroma of the soup wafting for ten miles penetrated into the imperial official's nose, and he slowly shook himself from the netherworld, and opened his eyes. Mrs. Bailing, who was in deep thought, was startled, and when she saw that he was awake, she hurriedly brought warm tea, and asked with great concern: "Is it that you are too tired on the road and have not rested well?"

"Hmm......" The imperial official's eyes were still foggy, and when he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, he looked dazed, as if he didn't know where he was. He even felt that the light was blinding: "Where is this? Why is it so bright?" ”

Mrs. Bailing wondered, looked around, and felt that the brightness of the fish fat oil lamp and candle was just right: "This is the Drunken Immortal Building." Do you think it's glaring? I'm going to ask someone to get a lampshade to cover it. ”

"It's fine. The royal officer rubbed his eyes and sobered up a little, "The place I went to in my dream was too dark. ”

"Huh?" Lady Bailing was very curious, and asked, "You, what did you dream about just now?"

The royal officer gently rubbed his temples: "It seems to have seen a very young doll." ”

"Little doll?

"I can't think of anything else. ”

"What else, for example, are there any old people?" Mrs. Bailing was reluctant to speak, so she had to cover up, "Come, let's have some tea." The storyteller is about to speak. You deliberately carry pen and paper with you so that you can take notes. I'm still struggling with whether or not to wake you up. ”

"Wake me up, of course. Wouldn't it be a pity to miss out on Mr.'s good story?" When the royal official heard this, he came to his senses and asked his beloved son, who had come back from outside, "What story is told outside?"

Zhi'er said loudly: "Mr. is talking about orc love!"

Hearing these three words, the imperial official's interest increased greatly, and he immediately picked up his pen and listened attentively, intending to record the storyteller's shocking love affair with the orcs.

Zhi'er returned to the box, sat on his back, picked up a bunch of grapes and picked them one by one, very comfortable.

Now, the only person in the box who looked embarrassed was Mrs. Bailing.

Xiaocui, the maid standing aside, couldn't help but snicker.

"Shi Yu," seeing that her husband was engrossed in listening attentively, she couldn't stand the "vulgar" story of the old storyteller, and secretly pulled her husband's sleeve, "This kind of story can't be heard, let alone recorded." In case the city lord finds out, he will educate you endlessly. ”

The diners in the lobby were in high spirits, and they all shouted and asked, "Old man, what kind of beast is this human-bestial love you want to talk about? Is the man a human or a woman a human?"

The old man deliberately sold Guanzi: "I revealed it to you in advance, how can I not listen, I want to run?"

"Hahaha, where, you can talk about it. ”

"Then let me tell you more. Somewhere in the land of summer sources, there was a beautiful aristocratic woman who was sinking in fish and geese, and shy in the moon, and her song was more melodious and moving than a bird. ”

The diners have already begun to guess: "This woman must be a bird demon turned, and the man is a human." ”

Another said, "I don't think so." The woman is a lady, and the man is a monster. ”

The royal official in the box looked attentive and worked hard, and scoffed at Madame Bailing's kind reminder: "City Lord, then let the messenger go to complain." I didn't smoke soul smoke, I didn't run away, I didn't provoke the unhappiness between the kings of Jiuding, didn't I just copy a book of ghost stories, what can the city lord do to me? Madam, you underestimate me too much. ”

Mrs. Bailing heard her husband's disdain, raised her eyes, and specially arranged for the envoy to form a table next to her, staring at the two eyes, and swishing here, her husband's angry words were not aimed at herself, but the hatred between the envoy and the city lord of Jun'an was too great.