Time flickered, and it was three o'clock in the morning.

The night is slightly cool.

In the heart of the bustling main street, a five-storey restaurant is lit up, and rows of red lanterns of the same shape hang high, illuminating the three-zhang-wide bluestone avenue ahead.

From a distance, there is a constant stream of customers in Yuexiang Building, and they are all only in and out, even the small stalls on the side of the street are full, and some even fight because of a stool with a missing corner.

"Hey! I said, what's the matter with you? Just now, the boss shouted that you don't want to sit on two copper plates, and now three copper plates come over and squeeze to sit! What do you mean? ”

"What nonsense, move your buttocks to the right!"

"Still moving? Keep your mung bean eyes wide open and see, is there any place for this? ”

"Lao Tzu spent three copper plates, you can't just sit on such a little, right?"

"It looks like a mountain, who is to blame!"

"Ahh How do you talk monkey? Isn't it scolding Lao Tzu for being fat! ”

"Damn! Who do you say is a monkey, you dead pig! ”

"Why, only the governor is allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps, Lao Tzu is talking about you! Skinny and not a few. ”

"Bang!"

"I hate it most in my life when people say I'm like a monkey, see if I don't kick you to death!"

"Dare to kick me, I'll tell you the dead monkey, I've put up with you for a long time!"

"Hmm~ dead fat pig! You can fight, don't carry my belt! Strangled me. ”

"Don't carry it upside down, the Great Chaos you just ate is coming out! Dead, fat, son, I'm not done with you·······"

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"Three thousand taels, five thousand taels, seven thousand taels, one hundred thousand taels ······" In the corridor on the second floor, Swift leaned against the mahogany pillar, her light red lips slowly hooked, and her apricot eyes casually counted the thick stack of silver tickets in her hand.

"The charter fee, the finale fee, the medicine fee, and the two bottles of wine collected by Ye Ling's wood, well, it is more than enough, and it is true, there is a lot of money."

At this time, there was a young man dressed like Xiao Zhen from the opposite side, and when he approached the swift, his pace immediately accelerated, and he wanted to float directly over, and he seemed to unintentionally hold the plate to block his cheek, looking like a thief.

"Xiao Zhe, come here." Swift tucked the silver ticket into her sleeve and glanced sideways at the ostrich-like boy with his face buried in the tray.

"The shopkeeper, if you have any orders, the little one will do it immediately." Xiao Zhe bitterly revealed a pair of clear and bright eyes, and silently took a step back.

Swift raised her eyes and looked at the stage, "You call Xiaoji to move the jasmine bonsai on the stage to the wing." ”

"The little ones are going now." Xiao Zhe was released as if he was guilty, turned around and ran away.

Swift looked at his emaciated back, and said unhurriedly, "Remember, take it lightly, put it gently." ”

"The shopkeeper can rest assured, and the little one understands." In the four halls and one palace, everyone knows that the prince has only loved this flower recently, and even the murderous place in the Blood Soul Palace has jasmine flowers that are incompatible with it, which makes the killers in the Blood Soul Palace sweat and have black lines, but they can't say a word.

In Qiongxiang Garden, Jun Yichen and Murong Jin had already drunk three rounds, but the dishes on the table were full of color and aroma without touching a single chopstick.

Murong Jin's shallow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked lightly with a wine glass: "King Chen, are you sure she will come out to die?" ”

Jun Yichen leaned back on the sandalwood chair, the corners of his mouth slowly curled, "Those who are too confident will definitely appear." ”

Murong Jin's phoenix eyes turned, and a glimmer of self-penetrating light swept through it, "In this way, this palace has another good show to watch tonight." ”

Jun Yichen didn't answer, he lowered his head and lazily stroked his hair, but the smile in his eyes didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

"The dragon is out of the sheath, and the sword qi shocks people's souls, why doesn't King Chen choose to take the soul instead of using it?" Murong Jin's handsome face showed a faint doubt.

Jun Yichen's black eyes carried a hint of banter, "Qinglong Sword? This king gave Ling'er to cut bamboo. ”

“······” Murong Jin looked at the evil and enchanting person opposite for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his hand held the wine glass tightly.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, he silently looked away and looked at the crowded but unusually quiet hall, and said silently in his heart, "This person is the only one who doesn't play cards according to common sense." ”