Yan Song looked at Nanqiang and stirred the noodles in the bowl: "Why are you here." ”

Nanqiang poured himself a cup of tea: "Last night in the drunken fragrance building spring night warm, today when I get up, my stomach is just hungry." Unexpectedly, Lord Yan also likes to eat the things on the noodle stall. ”

Yan Song took a big bite of noodles, ignoring Nanqiang at all, Xiao Er came up, and Nanqiang exhaled.

"Someone peeped at the fall to death in Zuixiang Building last night, did Lord Yan hear about it?"

Yan Song was still expressionless, and Nanqiang said to himself: "I killed that person." ”

Yan Song tilted his head sideways, his cheekbones protruded, and his eyeballs were particularly protruding when he was sunken around his eyes.

Yan Song's eyes are always like those of a prisoner on trial, gloomy, ruthless, and intimidating.

"The people of Baiteng Pavilion?"

Nanqiang looked at Yan Song and smiled toothily: "If I kill the good people by mistake, how dare I scream in front of the iron-faced and selfless Lord Yan." ”

Nanqiang lowered his head and took a sip of noodles, chewed slowly, swallowed his stomach, and looked up to see Yan Song staring at him.

"Lord Yan, you're a little unconcerned about the secret spy department, or you let me be an errand."

"The secret agent department never lets outsiders in, especially outsiders from unknown sources."

At the end of Yan Song's words, seeing Nanqiang's reaction, Nanqiang's eyes flashed, and his eyebrows were crooked.

"Lord Yan has found out my identity?"

Nanqiang picked up a chicken leg and put it in his mouth to gnaw: "In this way, your secret spy department is more efficient than Jingzhao Mansion. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Yan Song's voice was gloomy.

Nanqiang spat out a mouthful of chicken bones, lifted one foot and stepped on the stool, wiping the greasy side of his mouth.

A son's clothes as warm as jade were worn on her, which looked particularly abrupt.

"Xu Junzhi is my real name, and my mother gave it to me. I became an orphan at the age of six, and I entered the Nanhuai Palace, where I worked as a servant for three years, and then I committed some things, and I was afraid of death and escaped.

Over the years, I have learned a lot of skills in the rivers and lakes.

The assassination of King Yu also has something to do with the Nanhuai Palace, and the Nanhuai princess used to treat me well. ”

Nanqiang looked at Yan Song: "Yan should have almost checked it, right?" ”

Yan Song's face was solemn, and Nanqiang continued to hang Erlang and said: "At that time, the boat meeting, I stole someone else's post with the stinky Taoist, Zhu Changluo's boat was scuttled by me, and I also went up to the crested boat. ”

"Wen Chengmu was also beaten by you?"

"Of course not." Nanqiang flatly denied it.

"Wen Chengmu and I have no grievances, what do you do to beat him. If I really hit it, Lord Yan wouldn't be able to find out? ”

Yan Song looked at Nanqiang: "You are really a fugitive slave from the Nanhuai Palace." ”

Nanqiang condensed back Yan Song's eyes: "Lord Yan is on an errand in the secret spy department, isn't what he is best at tracking, if you don't believe it, you can go and check if four years ago, Nanhuai Wangfu lost a house slave." ”

The people of the Kyoto Secret Spy Division dare to track down the Nanhuai Mansion casually.

Yan Song breathed a sigh of relief: "You kid, you're really not afraid of death." ”

"What's there to be afraid of death, it's a big deal to be a hero again in eighteen years."

Nanqiang saw Yan Song put down the silver, and Nanqiang suddenly raised his head: "Lord Yan, you really don't plan to let me go to the secret spy department as an errand boy?" ”

Yan Song didn't say anything, Nanqiang lowered his head: "I don't know if there are people from Baiteng Pavilion in this Jingzhaoyin's prison." ”

Yan Song stopped and looked down at Nanqiang: "If you enter Jingzhaoyin's prison, you will definitely die." ”

Nanqiang looked at Yan Song's departing back, crossed Erlang's legs and whispered, "It seems that Lord Yan still cares about me." ”

Nanqiang looked at the silver on the table, two bowls of noodles were more than enough.

Nanqiang took out one or two pieces of silver from his waist and put them on the table, and stuffed Yan Song's silver back into his pocket.

Nanqiang walked to the tea shop, and the land where Huaiqing used to set up a stall was empty.

Nanqiang walked into the tea shop and threw a few copper coins: "Little Er, come with a pot of tea and a pot of pastries." ”

Xiao Er glanced at Nanqiang, felt familiar, and remembered for a moment that Nanqiang often walked with Huaiqing.

Xiao Er brought a pot of hot tea and went up: "Childe, where has the Xuanling Daoist been these days?" ”

"Dead." Nanqiang was bored in his head.

The ghost knows where this stinky Taoist priest has gone, and he can't see anyone alive or dead.

"Dead?" The tone was raised.

"Six days ago, I saw him come to drink tea early in the morning, how did he die of illness?"

Xiao Er looked at Nan Qiang, and Nan Qiang twisted his eyebrows: "Six days ago in the morning? Did you see him? ”

Xiao Er nodded, and Nan Qiang squinted his eyes: "But he died the night before the seventh day, I saw him die with my own eyes." What the hell are you doing? ”

Xiao Er trembled, his lips turned pale, and the sweat on his forehead dropped one after another.

Nanqiang continued: "It seems that he has a deep relationship with you, and Ming'er is his first seventh, I don't know if he will come to see you." ”

In broad daylight, Xiao Er was so frightened that he couldn't give up.

Nanqiang rolled his eyes and sent Xiao Er away, looking at Xiao Er's trembling legs, he knew that this Xiao Er had indeed seen a stinky Taoist priest six days ago.

After drinking a cup of tea, Nanqiang picked up the short sword and left, and half an hour later, Nanqiang beat gongs and drums and set off firecrackers all the way to the door of Baiteng Pavilion.

Nanqiang arrived at the door of Baiteng Pavilion and gave a reward of silver, and a few trumpets and gongs and drums worked harder.

Nanqiang was dressed in light white clothes, with a dazzling red flower hanging in front of him and a small flower on his head.

This battle, I don't know, I thought that the shopkeeper of Baiteng Pavilion would marry his daughter today.

Nanqiang swaggered into the Baiteng Pavilion, and the guests on the first floor looked at Nanqiang one by one.

"Where are you not afraid of death, dare to set off firecrackers at the door of Baiteng Pavilion."

"This is the kid who secretly ordered to be strangled by Baiteng Pavilion."

"And how dare he come?"

Nanqiang glanced at it, and the rise that he had just said was even more exciting now.

Nanqiang saw that it was a tall and thin man with a delicate face, and he stepped forward to look: "What about the little lady who is in charge of this floor?" ”

The man's face was warm and smiled: "Childe, please." ”

"Oh, I think I was sent to the secret department. Dead or alive, I don't know," Nanqiang looked like he remembered something big.

"I don't know what happened when the son came to the door with great fanfare today."

Nanqiang saw that the man's face was tense and sat down from the man's side.

"Don't you Baiteng Pavilion claim to know the world's affairs, I'm here to inquire about the news."

Nanqiang took out a bag of silver from his arms, and the man glanced at Nanqiang.

"What's the matter?"

"That little minion next to me, that stinky Taoist priest, was he arrested by your Baiteng Pavilion? Or killed? ”

The tail of Nanqiang is elongated, and the peach blossom eyebrows are raised behind the head.

"Not really." The man turned around and looked at Nanqiang: "Since the son has got the answer, then please go back, this gong, drum and firecrackers will affect the business of Baiteng Pavilion, so it is not kind." ”

Nanqiang turned around slowly: "How do I know if you are blinding me." ”

The man gritted his teeth: "Our Baiteng Pavilion opens the door to do business, and we never do fake business." Since Childe paid the money, the news is naturally true. ”

The man raised his sleeves: "Childe, please." ”

Nanqiang took three steps, turned around, and smiled brightly: "If I let me know that you Baiteng Pavilion dare to touch a single hair of his hair, I will definitely raze you to the ground." ”

"Believe it?"

The man's smile was still warm: "Childe said yes, that's it." ”