The first winter snow in Bianliang City was sprinkled flutteringly.

The unexpected heavy snowfall did not reduce the bustle and hustle and bustle of the capital by half. Bianliang Cheng is wearing a thick layer of Qiongyu makeup, showing her different style to the world.

Whether it is the green building painting pavilion of the bead curtain of Xiuhu, or the majestic house of the forest, all the buildings are covered by the snow into a jade Yuqiong building. Under the heavy snowfall, the smooth and wide long street is still full of carved cars and BMWs. Liu Mo's flowers are dazzling, and he laughs smartly. The teahouse wine shop is tuned according to the orchestra, and Luo Qi is fragrant.

Fengle Building, the top restaurant in Bianliang City, is built quite imposingly, and the fifth floor has a flying bridge railing facing each other, and the light and shade are connected with the bead curtain embroidery. Today's Fengle Building is different from the past, there is no stream of wealthy officials, and there is no Xiangche BMW full set of portals.

In front of the huge restaurant, a square table is lined up, creating a long platform that is more than six feet long. The food guys in Fengle Building are flying in and out, constantly adding various dishes to the long table.

There were more and more people stopping to watch, and it gradually showed a trend of leakage. Someone with a good deed craned his neck and began to announce the names of the dishes on the table.

"Suckling lamb, goose and duck steak steamed lychee kidneys, lotus duck sticks, wine roasted belly, sheep's head sticks in the oven, jade onion splashed rabbit, golden silk belly soup, glazed colorful soup, splendid roasted wild roe deer, fried quail, fried lungs, crystal clam plate 、......。"

The fragrance of the dish in the cold wind tickled everyone's throats, and as the name of the dish was announced, everyone only felt that the saliva under their tongues was about to overflow the corners of their mouths.

On each side of the long platform was a burly man, dancing in unison with his hands and constantly bringing food to his mouth. Their eyes were fixed on each other, and their mouths were swiftly chewing and swallowing, as if they had no idea what was delicious.

All they see is speed. Faster, faster, just a little faster than the other party wins.

While the crowd lamented the expensive and delicious dishes, they began to wave their hands and shout to cheer for the two strong men.

At this time, on the third floor of Fengle Building, the window facing the street was wide open. Two noble sons were looking out of the window into the long street. One of the noble sons with a jade crown on his head was laughing, and his hands were excitedly patted on the window frame, "Feng Shizi, you are going to lose." ”

Another noble man leaned in front of the window with a pot of wine, and only smiled when he heard the words, and did not argue with him about anything. He was born very well, and this smile is even more infinitely beautiful, which makes people dare not look at it.

There are few decorations on his body, his black hair is neatly combed, and only a flawless white hosta is inserted. The fox fur on the body is also snow-white, and under the fox fur is a blue robe. At this moment, he looks like a wisdom bead in his hands, strategizing thousands of miles of living Zhuge in the world.

However, it's just a matter of seeming.

The people of Bianliang City all know that the prince of the Hou family in Dingbei is a big embroidered pillow with grass in the outer abdomen. Maybe it's better to embroider a big pillow, because it won't cause trouble with a big embroidered pillow.

Who is the prince of Dingbei Hou Fengqing City? This question is even the yellow-mouthed child in Bianliang City who has just learned to speak, and he will not hesitate to return the two words "纨绔".

Kyoto's gentlemen can also be divided into grades, and Fengqing City is the first gentlemen who stand at the peak of that level.

The noble son next to him who was laughing couldn't stop was the second gentleman in Kyoto, Yun'an, the youngest son of the Zuo Cheng family. Looking at the battle situation on the long street downstairs, Yun An seemed to have seen victory beckoning to him, and his great ambition to defeat Fengqing City and become the first gentleman was about to be realized.

He had even begun to figure out where to set up a drink to celebrate after defeating Fengqing City.

At this time, there were more and more onlookers on the long street. Those who had just arrived in Kyoto asked the crowd about this new excitement. There is no shortage of enthusiastic gossip lovers anywhere in this world, and this is especially true in Bianliang, Kyoto. Even though there are many people who have given an explanation.

"Today, the Hou Shizi of Dingbei and Xiao Langjun of the Zuo Xiangjia have chartered Fengle Building, and they have set up this gambling game, please be a witness."

"The bet is on which of these two strong men will eat the center of the long platform first."

"The one who can't eat it first loses."

The man was speechless, "Chartered Fengle Building?" That's it, that's ...... these precious dishes. The word "ruined" rolled on the tip of the man's tongue a few times, but he still didn't say it.

Another merchant who had just arrived in Kyoto asked, "What are these two gambling for?" ”

This time no one answered. For what? That, of course, is not for anything, without any reason. In the world of gentleness, mortals like them don't think they understand.

Outside the encirclement, a slightly old and ornate carriage came to a halt in the distance. The retinue who followed the carriage drove a few steps forward, turned back and whispered back to the people in the carriage: "Your Highness, it's Feng Shizi and Yun Xiaolangjun. The whole long street is blocked, are we going to take a detour back? ”

A gentle and pleasant voice came from the carriage, "It's fine." ”

At this moment, a half-grown boy dressed as a scholar rushed from the other side of the long street. He was as nimble as a loach, and in three or five strokes, he got through the crowd and rushed to Fengle Building. As soon as he climbed the stairs connecting the third floor, he shouted loudly, "Lang Jun, Lang Jun, it's not good!" That Qiaozui starling was bought by the people of Dingbei Hou Mansion. ”

Yun An was furious when he heard this, jumped up and pointed at Feng Qingcheng's nose and scolded: "Okay, you Feng Dalang, you deliberately led me here just to rob that clever starling." We said before, we will go to the bidding together in three days, and the one with the highest price will get it. You, you're a scoundrel. ”

Feng Qingcheng glanced at him, and then leisurely turned around and shouted to the people on the long street: "Today is my Feng someone's loss, Yun Xiaolangjun is happy to set up a day's flowing water banquet in this Fengle Building." Haven't you thanked Yun Xiaolang yet? ”

As soon as these words came out, the people on the long street suddenly poured into Fengle Building with joy. Even the people who were far away on the long street heard the news and rushed over quickly. Suddenly, the whole long street was in chaos.

Yun An was a little stunned, when did he win, and when was he going to put on a flowing water banquet? However, face must not be lost. At this moment, he would never deny Feng Qingcheng's words, otherwise wouldn't the people in this city think that he Yun'an couldn't even afford a meal.

No matter how expensive Fengle Building is, he Yun'an can afford the silver.

Feng Qingcheng took advantage of the abundance of Yun'an's inner drama and jumped directly from the tall building. The clothes dance in the wind and snow to create a beautiful arc, and the cornices are beautiful.

Yun An hurriedly threw down a bunch of silver tickets and rushed downstairs, urging the attendants to prepare horses to chase after them.

Feng Qingcheng landed directly on the carriage that was making a U-turn, and as soon as his legs were raised, he kicked the coachman out of the carriage and took control of the carriage. The coachman was still drawing a parabola in the air, and the carriage galloped away like an arrow from a string.

There was chaos on the long street at the moment, and the attendants did not dare to chase after them, so they had to shout in vain.

"His Royal Highness King Qin."

"In the car is His Royal Highness King Qin!"

"Feng Shizi, stop!"

......。

It was the inconspicuous coachman, and after landing on the ground, a carp jumped up, jumped up to the tall building on the side in a coherent manner, and chased the carriage along the wall.

Yun An's horse had already been pulled out, and he sat on his horse and glanced at the entourage with disdain, and then casually threw a large number of golden beans to the side of the road. Suddenly people flocked to the side of the road, and a smooth passage reappeared on the long street.

The two groups of men fought and went away without mentioning it. The people on this long street either happily picked up gold or sat in Fengle Building to feast. At this moment, those outsiders who have just come are thinking at the same time: Kyoto is good, people are stupid and have a lot of money.