Because the 100,000 army besieged the city before, and was destroyed by Yang Guang alone, the people of Yangzhou City were in panic all day, and the sky was not dark, and there was no one on the street.

The foothold of the Song family was not far from the mansion of the Duke of Chu, and Bei Minglei walked alone on the empty street and walked towards the mansion of the Duke of Chu.

Before agreeing to Yang Su's banquet invitation, Bei Minglei didn't want to break the contract, the banquet was arranged in the evening, and Bei Minglei saw that the sky was almost dark and went to the appointment alone.

When he was about to walk to the mansion of the Duke of Chu, Bei Minglei suddenly stopped, not because he changed his mind, but because on the way to the mansion of the Duke of Chu, Bei Minglei saw a small stall, and it was this stall that made Bei Minglei stop.

There is no one on the street of Yangzhou City, and the street stalls are set up on the side of the road, leaning against the wall of a mansion, setting up two small tables, a few stools, and an old mulberry tree next to it, and a big canvas is hung on the branch, on which is written the word "face".

A middle-aged man who looked like a boss and a bearded man was busy working in front of the stove, and a teenage girl was wiping the table next to him, looking like a small business on the street between two fathers and daughters.

Originally, there was nothing special about the street stalls, not enough to make Bei Minglei stop, but there were obviously no customers around, but the middle-aged man was below, which looked a little strange.

"Xuanxuan, come and eat noodles, I'll wipe the table!" The noodles made by the middle-aged man turned out to be for his daughter.

The little girl wiped the already clean table hard, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I'm not hungry, you can eat first!"

It turned out to be a grandfather and grandson, and the middle-aged man looked only forty or fifty years old, but because of the war every year, everyone got married very early, and it was not a strange thing to be a grandfather at the age of fifty.

When the middle-aged man heard his granddaughter's words, he directly brought the noodles to her, put the noodles directly on the table, snatched her rag, and then said:

"Eat noodles first, then work!"

The granddaughter was pressed onto the chair by the middle-aged man and wiped it with a rag herself.

The granddaughter didn't insist anymore, picked up the chopsticks and ate them, the granddaughter ate a lot, it seemed that she was hungry, and she might want to eat well quickly, so that she could take over the work of her grandfather.

Seeing this scene, Bei Minglei was not in a hurry to go to the mansion of the Duke of Chu for a banquet, but walked to the noodle stall and sat directly opposite his granddaughter who was eating noodles.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

As soon as the granddaughter saw Bei Ying Lei sitting down, she immediately put down her chopsticks and greeted her.

"Guest officer, you wait slowly, the face will be fine immediately!" The granddaughter seemed to want to greet the North Thunder, but was stopped by the middle-aged man.

"Xuanxuan, you continue to eat noodles, grandpa is here to greet you!"

The middle-aged man walked up to Bei Yinglei, bowed down and said, "Guest officer, what do you need besides noodles, our homemade braised eggs are good, do you want one!"

Bei Ying Lei smiled, shook his head and refused: "No! A bowl of spring noodles is enough!"

The middle-aged man nodded yes, and then went to work below, and Bei Ying Lei took advantage of the following kung fu to watch the girl on the opposite side eat noodles at close range.

It seems that because of the presence of outsiders, the girl's action of eating noodles slowed down, and she no longer gobbled up, but held the noodle bowl and ate it one by one with chopsticks, which was more beautiful than everyone's ladies, but her head was about to be buried in the bowl, and her ears were red and hot, and I don't know if it was because of the hot noodles or the shame of the Northern Thunder.

In the silence, the middle-aged man quickly brought a bowl of Yangchun noodles over, and before the person arrived, Bei Minglei smelled an attractive fragrance of green onions.

"Guest officer, you use it slowly!" The middle-aged man put the noodles on the table of Bei Ying Lei, and the fragrance of soy sauce and the fragrance of green onions were mixed together, which made Bei Ying Lei's index finger move.

"Xuanxuan, you go to the side to eat, don't disturb the guest officer to eat noodles!" After the middle-aged man brought it up, he called out to the girl, and the frightened girl raised her head and wanted to sit at the table next to her.

"No need!" Bei Minglei picked up the noodle bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup gently, and then said with a satisfied face:

"It is Feng's honor to have the heirs of Cihang Jingzhai, the holy land of martial arts, to eat noodles with me!"

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank when he heard this, and soon returned to normal, and then said with a smile: "What is the guest officer saying, why can't the little old man understand?"

Bei Minglei took a bite of noodles, ate it in a big gulp, and savored this bowl of Yangchun noodles.

"I didn't expect that the Yangchun noodles under Sanren Ning Daoqi, one of the three great masters of martial arts, taste good, you don't mix the rivers and lakes in the future, you can also eat with this skill!"

Ning Daoqi and Concubine Xuan glanced at each other, and simply didn't hide their identities anymore, Ning Daoqi generously sat next to Bei Ying Lei and laughed.

"How did you find out who we are, we hid it well!"

While eating noodles, Bei Minglei sneered: "In the current situation in Yangzhou City, which noodle stall would come out so late!"

Ning Daoqi was unconvinced and said: "It may also be forced by life, there is no way!"

"There is no one on this big night, and going out of the stall is a loss-making business, which businessman will do it!"

"Besides, although you have disguised your faces, you have no makeup on your hands, and there is that poor girl, who has a pair of soft and boneless jade hands with skin better than snow!"

Concubine Shi subconsciously withdrew her palm, but quickly stretched it out generously.

"Your Excellency is not only superb in martial arts, but also very amazing in observation, Concubine Xuan admires!"

"And!" Bei Minglei didn't finish speaking, glanced at Ning Daoqi and said: "People from poor families won't have a big beard like you, it's hard to take care of, and you make mistakes in your work!"

Ning Daoqi touched the soft black beard that he had left on his chest, and looked embarrassed.

As soon as the concubine wiped it on her face, she covered a human skin mask, revealing a beautiful face.

Concubine Xuan's beauty is no longer under the clouds, but unlike the charm of the princess, the concubine has a holy temperament, and the beauty is beautiful, but there is a sense of distance that cannot be blasphemed.

Although his true face was revealed, Bei Minglei didn't even look at it, concentrating on eating noodles, and there was only the sound of Bei Minglei eating noodles on the quiet street.

A bowl of noodles, Bei Ying Lei ate it in a few breaths, and even drank the noodle soup, and then put down the bowl and burped deeply.

"Good taste!" Beiming touched his stomach with satisfaction, and then said to Ning Daoqi: "The craftsmanship is good, for the sake of your bowl of noodles, I won't embarrass you, before my mood gets bad, get out!"

Bei Yinglei's attitude was extremely arrogant, but Ning Dodge and Concubine Xuan were well educated and did not get angry.

"Your Excellency's martial arts are superb, why do you help Yang Guang to abuse!" Shi Fei Xuan said to Bei Ying Lei with a righteous face.

"Put your set away!" Bei Ying Lei's eyes narrowed, and he said in a cold voice.

"The world is in chaos, the people are suffering, Yang Guang is perverse, it is when we and other people with lofty ideals set things right, Your Excellency is a good martial artist, it is better to ......"

Before the concubine finished speaking, Bei Ying Lei slapped his palm on the table.

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The table shattered under the palm of the Northern Thunder, startling the concubine.

"Put away your charm!" Bei Minglei said coldly to the senior concubine: "Let me see your sanctimonious face again, and I will tear her!"