The next moment, Li Yu suddenly stopped.

Suddenly I remembered something.

This is a father who is more dear than his own father, and the old shopkeeper who has brought him up since he was a child has not taken a daughter-in-law until now.

There are a lot of rumors and rumors about the neighborhood, and Li Yu heard it even more when he hit it.

One of the most popular sayings is that the old shopkeeper had a childhood sweetheart who had no guesses when he was young, but the woman's family background was not good, and the old shopkeeper at that time looked down on it, and the man at the border was stubborn.

The old shopkeeper said that he didn't agree, and the old shopkeeper specified that that was that.

Because of this, the father and son almost didn't turn against each other.

I never thought that when the old shopkeeper let go, a soft-topped red sedan chair with the official mark took the old shopkeeper's childhood sweetheart to the city lord's mansion.

The neighbors all said that a golden phoenix flew out of our slum, and she turned around and became an official concubine.

But two or three years later, those neighbors turned their heads and lamented: "I still didn't have that life."

I heard that the new concubine died of depression.

Li Yu didn't know whether these neighborhood gossip was true or false, only that the official master in the big house in the city lord's mansion had changed several times over the years, but every time there was a fixed day for sending wine, the old shopkeeper had never been there.

You have to know the shopkeepers of other restaurants, who is not eager to show his face in front of those officials.

Li Yu secretly regretted in his heart at this moment, his mouth was really untouchable.

It's like a scar on a wound.

Hurriedly opened the topic and said: "Yes, Lao Li, I dare to conclude that this guy must be a son of a big clan of Huangkui barbarians." ”

After thinking about it, he drew a big circle and said, "At least it's the size of the City Lord's Mansion! As far as the richest Wang family in our city, we have never seen clothes of that style." ”

After speaking, he closed his mouth tightly and looked at the old shopkeeper expectantly.

Li Yu thought in his heart, this time you should ignore me, Wang Jiake and Lao Li in the east of the city, you are mortal enemies.

Thinking about it, there is some self-satisfaction, this trick is to move eastward, but it is to keep up with the soldier who drank a whole large jar and still didn't get drunk.

The old shopkeeper was obviously looking at Li Yu, but he didn't seem to be looking at Li Yu, his eyes were blank, and there was a mellow crystal in the corner of his eye.

The old shopkeeper was stunned, and the "little shopkeeper" Li Yu was also stunned.

It's just that Li Yu was thinking about the thief and good-looking little girl he saw last time, who is it?

obviously saw her enter the alley of the Zhao family, but it seemed that he saw her again at the gate of the Wang family's compound.

Li Yu, who was holding his cheeks with his hands, sighed secretly in his heart, he was really sad to death.

The man with a stubble on a long chair on a square wooden table put down the bowl in his hand.

I was full of alcohol, but I couldn't feel the smell of alcohol.

Although all the mountain cultivation has been banned, this body that has been beaten out by the genius earth treasure is still a real existence.

The wine enters the stomach, light as water, no matter how you drink it, you can't get drunk, at most it is to help filter one or two, if the cultivation is still pouring, you can also separate a wisp of soul to control your own body, but now, you just don't listen to the call very much.

The stubble-laden sword-bearing man shook his body slightly, reached into his arms with his right hand, and took out a wooden plaque with strange talismans on both the front and back.

If you look closely, the wooden sign seems to have changed, and the strange lines of the runes seem to be alive, squirming slightly.

The man with the sword with a mouth full of stubble was forbidden by his own ancestor and was thrown into the secular dynasty under the mountain by Murong Yu.

Murong Yu looked down at the wooden card in his hand, there was a map on the wooden card, which was engraved in his mind by his own ancestor early, but with the character of his own ancestor, he naturally wouldn't say a word, just look for it.

As for what will happen later, what should happen, it is not said.

Murong Yu naturally didn't dare to ask.

Murong Gongzi, who had a jade-faced swordsman at the foot of the mountain, was particularly embarrassed at this time.

On the list of the new Emperor Xuanxin's ranger martial artists, his Murong Gongzi deservedly topped the list.

In the past, whenever she showed her face, she was always followed by the daughter of the family, the eldest lady of the official family.

Now, let alone showing his original face, even if he Murong Gongzi wanders around outside for two more times, he can catch up with a group of Imperial City Divisions behind him.

Getting rid of the first evil, the promise of two levels of official promotion is not just a dispensable gimmick.

As for the Murong Villa, which was built spontaneously by the young ladies of the official families in various places, I heard that the door panels were carried home by the people of the nearby villages to chop firewood.

It's a pity that those cherished ancient materials that were purchased at any cost.

The door panel alone was made of 500-year-old golden silk nanmu.

Murong Yu took another sip, no matter how much he drank, he couldn't get drunk, and looked up at the old man and the young man on the wooden counter.

Although the conversation between the two was small and small, they still listened to all of them.

With decades of experience under the mountain, especially when it comes to "childhood sweethearts" and "official concubines", this kind of Murong Gongzi is not Menqing.

Murong Yu wanted to tell the sixty-year-old shopkeeper, in the end, your obstacle is no longer on your father, what kind of bullshit childhood sweetheart has no guesses, in the end, is it still that you are not strong enough?

Why did your childhood plum die of depression in less than two years, but you are still alive until now?

In the final analysis, you can't cross that hurdle yourself, that heart hurdle.

As for the "little shopkeeper", if he is willing to tell Murong Yu about the little girl in his heart.

He, the son of Murong, can also be enlightened, don't be afraid, be thick-skinned, otherwise no matter how good the marriage is, it will slip away.

Or to quote some small stories, if you just stay in the same place when looking at the scenery, you are afraid that you will miss the grandeur of the more strange show later, wouldn't it be a pity to carry it in vain?

The story is cliché, but it's still durable! And it's always up to scrutiny.

The more Murong Yu thought about it, the more chewy he felt.

If it weren't for the fact that the kid was still stunned for a while, he really wanted to pull the kid's shoulder, pull him to the side of himself, and drink and laugh.

I couldn't help but pour a full cup into the black pottery bowl again, tilted my head and smacked my mouth, well, it tasted good, but the taste in this wine was no longer on the wine.

I looked up at the wooden counter again.

Good guys! This drinker is not drunk, but this non-drinker is drunk.

Just as Murong Yu was about to get up and leave, he suddenly sat down again, his brows furrowed slightly.

Four Seas City, in the ghost market.

Wu Chen got up suddenly, looked at the pitch-black land not far away, and smiled at the young white-haired monk who stood up at the same time: "Daoyou, this bait is big enough." ”