Yuan Kongming looked left and right for a long time, either disgusted with this ugly appearance, or disgusted with that who was too fat, either disgusted with this businessman, or disgusted with that pedantic scholar, there was no one who could get into the eye, there were such people all around, it was really boring and tight.

But looking at the number of people in line, they can't get in line for a while, so do you just give up? Or go back to the carriage and call an attendant?

Yuan Kong Ming was thinking about it, and the two people who were chatting in front of him didn't know what to do, they dropped the money bag in their hands, and the copper plate fell to the ground, and the two hurriedly squatted down to pick up the money.

It was they who crouched down like this, revealing a man standing in front of them.

I didn't notice this person because of the obstruction of the two of them, is this what the locals call it dark under the lamp? Yuan Kongming noticed that he was tall, and he had also stood for a long time, and the people around him had already looked tired, either shaking their hands or stomping their feet, only this person still maintained a loose posture in the crowd.

The hair is tied to the top of the head with a hosta, and the long figure is wearing a moon-white moire trimmed gown, the texture should be made of fine silk, and a long sword hangs from the waist.

I didn't expect to see such a character in Flower Street, seeing that the two people in front of the queue were still looking down to pick up the money, counting while picking it up, it didn't seem that it would be finished immediately, so I took a step around when the team moved forward and walked to the front of the two.

"In Xia Su Ming, I don't know what this brother is called?"

As soon as he stood still, Yuan Kongming couldn't wait to say hello.

The person in front seemed to hear someone greeting him, turned around, and saw that it was a person dressed as a son of a family talking to him, and saluted back: "Sikong Xiao"

"Sikong... Xiao? Mo is not the owner of the feather house...? Hearing the other party's name, Yuan Kongming immediately thought of the name of the owner of Yilan Building, and looked at the person in front of him, and there seemed to be some similarities between his eyebrows and the owner of Yulou.

Different from Sikong Yu's blue eyes, the Sikong Xiao ink pupils in front of him seem to have glass light, but there is a bit of cold under his eyes, black hair and white clothes are cold, and a few strands of black hair hang down next to his ears.

"Brother Sikong, what does it matter to the owner of Yilan Building...?"

Hearing the inquiring tone in Yuan Kongming's tone, Sikong Xiao replied, "Sister and brother"

Let's not talk about how they look, just with this attitude towards people, the gap between the two is a heaven and an earth.

After chatting with him for a few words, Yuan Kongming found that the biggest advantage of chatting with Sikong Xiao was that the other party never asked more, often after he said a long sentence, he only replied with a few words.

"So, you and the Lord of Yulou lived in Sikong Mansion when they were young?"

"Yes"

"You two looked... Well... It seems to be a little different", Genkong Ming pointed to his eyes.

"Mother"

What does he mean because the mothers of the two are different? Thinking about it this way, I have indeed heard that the mother of the owner of the Yulou is a native of Xiyaoguo.

Even in this way of chatting, the titles of the two can be changed to 'Brother Xiao' and 'Su Gongzi' with Yuan Kongming's efforts.

"I don't know if Brother Xiao has heard of the female chef of Yilan Building, Xia Huamian"