At this point, his throat suddenly seemed to be stuck in something, and he couldn't say any more.

It turned out that this man was also a member of the Ministry of Rites. In fact, he is just an idle official who receives money to eat, and he has no real errands, and he never goes to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites to sit in the court. But he recognized Zhao Tingzhi, and he was stunned for a while, and he didn't have time to see the person who came and began to scold, and when he saw the person clearly, he couldn't spit out a word of foul language in his stomach. Just kidding, Zhao Tingzhi, a scholar from the middle school, is the scholar of their Ministry of Rites, and he also has to give three points, how can he, a small idle man, yell at him.

Zhao Tingzhi was already ready to face the storm, but he didn't think that the other party's ring ruler would be raised well and fall slowly, but he didn't even scratch his palm. He was greatly surprised, turned around, and said: This official, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it!

He still saw that the other party was no longer questioning, so he could say such a thing. If the other party was arrogant, it would be impossible for him to say such words.

The fat man was very happy to see that Zhao Tingzhi did not recognize him. At the same time, he also secretly woke up in his heart, with his own identity, it is indeed impossible for Zhao Tingzhi to know him. The fat man hurriedly smiled and said: It's a misunderstanding, then it's okay, old gentleman, please!

Zhao Tingzhi didn't expect that this menacing fat man would become so knowledgeable in the blink of an eye, and he was surprised. But this is a good thing after all, and there is no need for him to continue to entangle, so he quickly thanked him and turned away.

The woman saw that the fat man went over to settle accounts with the other party in a menacing manner, but she softened inexplicably, and thought that he saw that the other party was so powerful that she was afraid, and she was so condescending, and she was greatly disdainful. All women like men to be gentle with themselves and fierce to their enemies, so that they can have a sense of security. But although the fat man is tall and majestic, and a few people on the other side are standing there and doing nothing, they are scared like this, it is simply a full silver-like wax gun head, which is useless.

That woman can be regarded as a famous prostitute in the end, although if it is in the second sweet water lane of Bianjing City, in the area of Xiangguo Temple, she can only be regarded as a vulgar fan, but in Nancheng's generation, there is no shortage of admirers. How could she stand being pressed down by such a cowardly man. At that moment, she stood up unceremoniously and muttered: What a waste, the old lady has mistaken you!

After a long period of obsessive pursuit, the fat man spent hundreds of dollars and dozens of days, and finally had a chance to kiss Fangze, how to stop easily, he hurriedly grabbed the woman's soft slur, and said: Where is the lady, today is so fateful, it has come to this point, so let's do it!

The woman sneered: "It's done, just with your silver-like wax spear head? You should make your poor ten fingers, they must be more placated than the old lady! As for the old lady, there are still many delicate men waiting for me to make it!

The fat man was in a hurry, he was almost about to enter the port, he couldn't imagine that at this last moment, everything had undergone earth-shaking changes, and he was angry, the key was that this beautiful flower butterfly was about to fly into the grass of other people's homes, how could he be willing!

Before the fat man could whisper softly, the woman shook her hand, broke free from the fat man's big hand, and went to the ground without looking back.

The fat man was depressed and sad again, and he looked back and wanted to drink, but the wine glass was gone. He had forgotten that the glass had been thrown away by his own hands. He shook his head around, but still couldn't find the cup, and in a fit of rage, he simply picked up the flask, put it to his mouth, and poured it into his mouth.

said that Zhao Tingzhi came out of this room, was a little annoyed, and went to the next private room.

When he reached the door, he was about to kick the door again, when he suddenly froze and gently put his foot back. He just heard that Zhao Mingcheng was here, and there was no evidence, if it was still the same as Fang Cai, it was other people who were having fun there, but there was no Zhao Mingcheng, and he didn't know how much trouble he would cause when he went down. You know, not everyone is as good at talking as the fat man just now.

Zhao Tingzhi hesitated slightly, and then waved his hand to Steward Zhao. Steward Zhao is a person with good eyebrows, so he naturally understands, and hurriedly walks over and knocks on the door. At first, there was no response from inside the door. But Steward Zhao was not discouraged and continued to knock on the door.

After a while, a voice finally came from inside: Who's outside?

Everyone was shocked when they heard it, this was indeed Zhao Mingcheng's voice.

The pent-up anger in Zhao Tingzhi's heart suddenly erupted, and he suddenly walked over, pushed Steward Zhao to the side, and lifted his leg and put his foot on the door. With a dull roar, the door burst open, and with this oozing sound, Zhao Tingzhi rushed into the door.

There was only one person inside the door, a sleepy-eyed man. This person is Zhao Tingzhi's most familiar son.

Zhao Tingzhi glanced at Zhao Mingcheng suspiciously, and said: Just you, what are you doing here?

Zhao Mingcheng rubbed his eyes, looked at Zhao Tingzhi, and said with a smile: It turned out that his father was here. Er and a few poetry friends gathered here today, ate a few more bottles of wine, but didn't want to fall asleep here, if it weren't for the noisy sound from outside, Er really might not have been able to wake up so early!

Zhao Tingzhi looked at this small private room carefully, although the furnishings were quite neat, but they were also very simple. In the whole room, I am afraid that there may be people hidden under the bed, and other places are clear at a glance, even above the head, Zhao Tingzhi took a look, and was sure that no one was hiding.

Zhao Tingzhi approached Steward Zhao, stabbed him from behind, and gave him a look. Steward Zhao nodded, took a few steps forward, looked down at the bed, and saw nothing, so he turned around and secretly shook his head at Zhao Tingzhi.

Zhao Ting's heart suddenly became suspicious. If it was only his son who was here alone, there was no need for the mysterious man to run to inform him, he couldn't help but secretly think: Could it be that the person has already left? It's not right to think about it, if the person is gone, what will Zhao Mingcheng do here alone, and delay the time to go home in vain.

Zhao Tingzhi hurriedly asked quietly: San Lang, everyone is scattered, why are you still here alone, don't you know that your father will worry about you?

Zhao Mingcheng looked a little anxious, and said: What did my father say, how could I not know, but I poured more yellow soup and wanted to rest on my stomach before leaving, but they all left, but I overslept. Father, don't talk about this, let's go back!

Zhao Tingzhi saw that Zhao Mingcheng was in such a hurry to go back, and he was even more suspicious in his heart. It's just that he'd scanned the house at least ten times, but there was no place to hide.

Could it be that San Lang really wanted to go back early? Zhao Tingzhi couldn't help but doubt his speculation.

Just when Zhao Tingzhi was about to turn around, suddenly, the breeze blew, the doors and windows were blown away, half of the doors and windows hula, and they closed over, but the other half did not move at all.

Zhao Tingzhi's eyes were immediately attracted to the past, and he was about to move over, Zhao Mingcheng's eyes became eager, and he suddenly grabbed Zhao Tingzhi's hand from behind, and said: Father, what are we still rubbing here, go back early, if you don't go back, the gate of Chenzhou is closed, and we won't be able to enter the city!

Zhao Tingzhi waved his hand and said: It's okay, it's okay! It's still early for the door to be closed! Besides, even if it's time to close the door, it's not difficult to enter the city because of the identity of the father.

Zhao Mingcheng didn't let go, and there was already a little cry in his voice: Father, I beg you, go back!

The more Zhao Mingcheng was like this, the more sure Zhao Tingzhi was that there was something wrong with the door and window. Zhao Tingzhi first had a conflict with the shopkeeper for this matter today, and then he was almost reprimanded by the fat man next to him, and now the truth is about to be in front of him, how can he give up at will. However, Zhao Mingcheng was young and strong, and Zhao Tingzhi struggled, but he didn't break free.

Zhao Tingzhi was a little frightened, and glanced at one of the guards. The guard immediately stepped forward and easily broke Zhao Mingcheng's hand. He grabbed Zhao Mingcheng and looked very relaxed, no matter how hard Zhao Mingcheng struggled, he couldn't open his eyes at all.

Zhao Tingzhi was free, stepped forward again, and came to the door and window. He hadn't seen it clearly, but he could hear a miserable voice outside the door and window, and a white shadow falling from mid-air.

Zhao Mingcheng saw it, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he took advantage of the moment when the guards lost their minds, and suddenly broke free from the guards and ran downstairs crying.