"It's freezing in this snowy day, and the little ones have prepared some home-pickled sausages for the nobles, and they are delicious with wine on the way."

Before the shopkeeper could finish speaking, he heard a very shallow female voice from the carriage.

After a while, he saw the navy blue crepe being lifted, and a slender arm stretched out, "The shopkeeper has a heart, hand it to me." ”

The voice was full of charm and crispy.

I don't know how beautiful the real face is.

Not daring to be offended, the shopkeeper hurriedly lowered his eyes and counted the snow particles on the ground, and handed the oiled paper bag through the window.

The moment the curtain was closed, I heard the man just say with a smile, "It's time to go to Qianjilou, the chefs in Yangzhou have been fooled by you, and you can smell the aroma of wine from afar, and now you still read this sausage." ”

The purple-robed woman sat in front of the car and casually threw the ingot and silver over, "No need to look for it." ”

After speaking, he shook the golden cigarette stick in his hand, and said to the carriage inside, "Master, it is not easy to walk on the snowy road later, and the Rakshasa is afraid that he will be in a hurry, so let's hurry." ”

In a trance, the shopkeeper heard someone in the carriage answer, and saw the carriage gradually moving away, and the wheels reflected clearly in the snow.

The shopkeeper came out with a cloak and prepared to clear the snow, but the chill outside crept into his bones, so cold that he stomped his feet.

Seeing the shopkeeper staring at the intersection and not returning to his senses, he hurriedly shouted, "Shopkeeper, why are you standing at this outlet, I'm afraid you won't freeze yourself." ”

The shopkeeper came back to his senses in shock, held the heavy silver ingot in his hand, and took a deep breath, "What kind of people are those just now......

But in this side of the rivers and lakes, you can hear any strange things, and his tavern is open on the official road, and it is worth it.

On the plum tree next to the tavern, there are no branches and leaves, only a few cold plums are embellished, and the appearance is very pleasing.

In front of the wine table, another voice sounded, "Hey, Brother Liu, have you ever heard of Qianjilou?" ”

"Thousand Machine Building?" The man who was asked frowned, "Tell me about it." ”

"I heard that the owner of this Thousand Machine Building is unfathomable, and as soon as he made a move, he bought the most luxurious restaurant and teahouse in the dock city, but this Thousand Machine Building is doing the business of bounty hunters......

……

Lingyin Temple, attic.

The little novice opened the curtain and came in, added some new charcoal to the brazier, and saw that the ink inkstone placed in front of the mage's desk was about to dry, and reached out to grind it.

Veegoo finished copying the last scroll on the case, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Xuanji, take this new scroll to the Buddha Hall." ”

Seeing that it was Xiao Shami who took the scriptures, Huigu came back to his senses and pinched his eyebrows, "Recently, I have been rebuilding the scriptures, and I am a little tired. ”

Xiao Shami knelt down at the table and asked suspiciously, a little puzzled, "If the master thinks of Senior Brother Xuanji, why don't you write a letter to call him back to the temple?" ”

Veegoo just smiled and shook his head, not saying much.

Xuanji's life, after experiencing the death tribulation, was completely changed.

It turned out that the half of the signature that had not been solved before really had a hidden turning point, and it met the person who was destined, and now it has turned into a life of blessing and happiness, but there is only a fly in the ointment......

Veegoo threw the fortune tag into the candlelight and sighed slightly.

Childless.

Xiao Shami walked out with the scroll in his arms, bumped into a handsome man wrapped in a cyan cloak outside the attic, blushed, and hurriedly apologized, "Amitabha, the little monk inadvertently bumped into the donor, and I hope the donor will forgive me." ”

The man's voice was elegant and gentle, and he stretched out his hand to help him up, "It's okay, don't take it to heart, little master." ”

The little novice saluted again, and saw the figure of the man in the green robe gradually disappear into the snow.

is really a stranger, like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

It was probably the most elegant man he had ever seen.

Little Shami thought with a sigh.