The sky was bright, and Huzi had just finished feeding Zhao Yueyue with medicine, and he heard someone calling for the door. Zhao Shankun was under the supervision of his master, and he had no spare time, so he could only go to respond to the call.

"Who?" Huzi still has the long-spouted pot in his hand, "Here, here!" Don't worry. ”

When he opened the door, Huzi was stunned. The man outside the door was just about to speak, but Huzi smiled at him, "Pong", and he closed the door again.

The one outside the door is none other than Nalan Lang, the son of Feng'en Fuguo Gong, known as the Duke of Xiaoguo. Huzi has dealt with him not once or twice, and every time it is not very pleasant. Last time, he promised the one next to him, who was called Xiaoyue by Nalan Lang, and he was beaten well.

Although Huzi has a small tail in Nalan Lang's hands, the ghost family also knows Nalan Lang's identity, and both sides are afraid of each other. But Huzi is actually a little afraid of this person. Just because Nalan Lang City is deep, so deep that Huzi is afraid of being calculated by him and doesn't realize it.

At the beginning of Xiaoyaotang, Nalan Lang and Nalan Bowei quarreled so much that Huzi remembered it vividly. Doing the buckle step by step, he brushed himself off, and trapped others in the pit, and his methods were very clever, not at all as unscrupulous as he appeared.

Because of this, Huzi really didn't want to have anything to do with Nalan Lang. On the contrary, Mr. Peng and Li Lintang still have a good impression of Nalan Lang, and feel that this is a heroic man who dares to act. is in a high position, but he can really give up his family business, regardless of his future relatives, and fight with those foreign heroes, he is a complete man!

Nalan Lang was taken aback, smiled bitterly outside the door, and had to call the door again: "Mr. Xiao Peng, little hero, I am Nalan Lang." I came alone, without any personal escort, and I have a request for you, so let me in. ”

Huzi shouted outside the door: "The small country is coming, it stands to reason that you should splash the street with clean water, pave the road with red felt, and beat gongs and drums to welcome you." It's just that we have a broken temple in a small house, and we can't install your true Buddha. If you come in the door, I'm afraid you're going to stain your eyes. Go back to where you came from. ”

What he said was very polite, and he didn't save face for Nalan Lang at all. After all, when he beat Xiao Yue in the Drum Tower, both sides were torn. Although it is not to the extent of forming a beam, according to Huzi, since then, the two have not been in contact with each other. Nalan Lang came to the door again, presumably it was something dangerous and abnormal, and he didn't even feel at ease when he handed it over to his own people, so he had to find an outsider who had nothing to do with it at all, but he had a handle in his hand to do it.

Thinking of the thrill at the beginning, Huzi still has palpitations, where will he open the door again?

Nalan Lang also lost his temper outside the door, and shouted with his waist crossed: "Little hero, I came here with sincerity this time, and I will not make you suffer if I ask for your door." ”

Huzi's ears were attached to the door, and he listened to the movement outside, so that he could know whether Nalan Lang was gone. I didn't expect this master to eat the closed door, but he was still in front of the door, which was a little ignorant. Huzi snorted: "Xiao Guogong, your family has a big business, we will definitely not be able to compare." But we're not poor enough to be pants, and we don't look down on that bit of bad money. It's still the same sentence, you go well, don't send it! ”

Hearing this, Nalan Lang smiled instead: "Okay, hard!" Little hero, I know that you treat money like dung, and I don't intend to stain your eyes with those filthy things, and I have another treasure to use to make this deal with you. ”

Huzi is so angry in his heart! Yes? What kind of human nature is this, it's all talked about this, do you have to say any dirty words, master? He slapped it from inside the door: "Get out!" What a rare treasure, I am not rare little grandfather! Get lost! ”

There is a point in tapping the door from the inside. Some times when the yin qi is heavy, such as July 15, there will occasionally be "noisy streets". It's just that I heard some bustling noise from outside the door, but there was no change, disturbing people's sleep. At this time, he patted the door from the door and shocked the door god with the yang energy of a living person, which was a warning to those dirty things outside the door. Probably all of a sudden, they won't make trouble.

But now there is a big living person standing outside the door, and he bangs on the door from the inside, saying that the master is taking this one outside the door as a dirty thing, and he is scolding people around the corner. The scolding is not light, it can be regarded as a bad practice.

Ordinary people couldn't stand this anger and left, but Nalan Lang still endured it. He looked left and right, and there was no one around—this place was some distance away from Sun Mountain Village, and no one came here if there was nothing to do—and said in a loud voice: "Peng Hu! Don't you really want to know, what kind of treasure I'm going to take out? ”

"Not uncommon!" Huzi also craned his neck inside the door and shouted, "Do you want me to say something more ugly?" ”

Nalan Lang knocked on the door a few more times: "Have you thought about it?" What if this thing could save the life of your little daughter-in-law? ”

"Huh? Yes! Huzi screamed twice. The first sound was soft, he didn't react, and he was still stunned. The second voice was so loud that it startled Nalan Lang outside the door!

Hurriedly opened the door, and between Nalan Lang turned his back and wanted to leave. Huzi, you shouted: "Stop! ”

Nalan Lang turned around slowly, with a smile on his face: "Little hero, didn't you tell me to leave?" This son will leave now, and he will never stay longer. ”

Huzi was the same in his heart: Nalan Lang didn't want to leave at all, but recognized that this time he had asked for him, and now he was pinching himself.

"Hahaha...... Yes! Where are your words? Huzi's face changed, as if the two of them scolded the idle street through the door before had never happened, "The small country is coming, it stands to reason that the water should be poured on the street, the red felt paves the road, and the gongs and drums are beaten to welcome you." It's just that we have a dilapidated temple in a small family, and we are not so prepared to wronged you. What tea do you drink? The boy is waiting for you! ”

The front is still the same set of words just now, but the latter meaning is completely different. This style made Nalan Lang stunned. He thought to himself, this kid turned his face faster than a book, and he was not very old, if he polished it a little in the future, he would become a great tool.

It was almost done, and Nalan Lang also followed Huzi into the courtyard. Mr. Peng was still concentrating on depicting the stone talisman that had been dug out of Yang Erlengzi's heart, not caring about what had happened outside just now. Seeing Nalan Lang enter the house, this is the way to pack up his things and lead Nalan Lang to sit down.

"Why did the little prince come this time?" After exchanging pleasantries, Mr. Peng didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.

Nalan Lang is not in a hurry, the so-called food in his hand is not panicked, he is now holding the tiger.

Nalan Lang picked up the hem of his coat and crossed his legs: "Let's just say that?" This seems to be said to Mr. Peng, but it is actually said to Huzi. Previously, Huzi said, "What kind of tea do you drink?" The boy is waiting for you." Nalan Lang is blocking him here.

People are small countries, and they haven't drunk any good tea? Even the tribute given by the emperor, he has touched what it tastes like. Not for the two taels of tea leaves at the door of the ghost house, but for the sake of knocking on the tiger and knocking on the door of the ghost house. Although he has great ambitions, he has also been pampered since he was a child, and it is inevitable that there are some unconscious habits of people in high positions. It's actually useful to put it here. In the future, it is inevitable to deal with the ghost family more, first give a dismount, and then give a sweet date later, and the two sides will be close.

This method is good for ordinary people, but who is Huzi? What a faceless and skinless bastard! He has followed Mr. Peng out to show people things since he was a child, and he has seen all kinds of faces, and now he can naturally guess what Nalan Lang means. He happily responded: "Xiao Guogong, please be good, we don't have any good tea at home, you can take care of it." ”

It just so happened that I gave Zhao Yueyue a decoction just now, and sat down with a pot of boiling water, which was just right. Mr. Peng is actually a particular person, and he also chooses a good name for tea. is not as big as the Guogong Mansion, and in ordinary people's homes, Mr. Peng drinks good tea. Huzi is not willing to give Nalan Lang to drink, that thing is calculated by two, and it is cheaper for him? With a roll of his eyes, he turned out the bitter foam.

Li Lintang is good at drinking this, he is now a hunter, and he often eats some greasy things, and he wants this bitter foam to scrape oil and relieve greasyness. That's why the ghost family has this tea.

What is Kumoer? In fact, it is also a kind of tea, a kind of tea that is not slippery and broken in autumn, and it is drunk by people who are broken. The boiling water boils down, and it smells. This thing is bitter, otherwise it can't be called bitter foam, but after drinking it, you can taste the fragrance by tapping your mouth twice.

But there is one thing, you have to put less and more, then it is not as good as drinking coptis soup. It may not even be as good as it, it may have a smell of earthiness. Huzi only grabbed a small pinch at first, and after putting it in the teapot, he had a bad heart, and half a bag of bitter foam was poured into the pot. The hot water was flushed like this again, and when it was gone, Huzi leaned over and sniffed it - okay, choking his nose!

Come on! Huzi grinned, poured the tea into the best set of tea sets he could find at home, and served it to the table.

"Xiao Guogong, there is nothing to entertain, please use tea." Huzi's tone and posture were still very attentive.

Mr. Peng was a little puzzled, why did Huzi change his temperament? Stretched out his hand and pretended to skim the tea leaves, glanced at the color of the tea soup, and put the lid of the tea bowl back down, without saying anything.

Nalan Lang still held the shelf and picked up the tea bowl. In the end, it is from a large family, a set of three-fold bowls, picked up with one hand, this is the usage that has been circulated in the capital. The ring finger and little finger drag the plate, the middle finger and index finger hold the bowl body and bowl mouth, and when you want to drink, gently press the bowl lid with your thumb to let the tea soup flow out, and the tea leaves are blocked in the bowl. It's very exquisite.

There was a soft sound of the collision of the "flute" porcelain, the lid of the tea bowl was gently pressed, Nalan Lang blew it slightly, and the tea entered his mouth, and his face changed. Put the tea bowl aside, this tea swallow is not, and it is not spit out. swallowed it, suffered by himself, and spit it out, isn't that the same as slapping someone in the face?

Mr. Peng was also playful, and asked softly: "Xiao Guogong, how does the coarse tea of ordinary people taste?" ”

Nalan Lang's face was blue, and he finally swallowed the tea, looked at Huzi who was as usual, and slowly exhaled: "Mr. Peng, Mr. Xiao Peng, let's talk about business!" ”

Yu Shu, a small brocade box, was placed on the table by Nalan Lang.

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