Today's weather is very good, the streets are full of people, street vendors and pawns, and the sound of shouting and selling is endless, and it is really lively.

In the crowd, a student dressed in white cloth, with a slender figure and an extremely ordinary appearance, slowly paced in front of a restaurant with a folding fan, squinting his eyes and looking at the gilded three words "Feng Laiyi" on the plaque, and muttered for a long time.

"Feng Laiyi" restaurant is one of the most famous restaurants in the imperial city of Muyun, and it has always been a place where literati and scholars gather, and of course the price is not cheap.

The ministers of the imperial court often patronized this restaurant, and the literati often frequented this restaurant in order to seek a future, chanting poems and painting without anything, trying to let Bole hear, introduce themselves to the imperial court, or become a staff member.

Of course, the ministers eat in the VIP area on the third floor, and there are separate boxes, and ordinary people can't go up to the third floor.

The literati of famous and wealthy families are on the second level, forming associations to exchange knowledge, and no one is recommended to join this group.

When those ministers go downstairs, they may overhear and see their talents, and pick up an opportunity.

The lobby of the hotel is a place where wealthy businessmen and tycoons can come in, and there are also places where ordinary talents stay, which is relatively mixed.

Just after the begging festival last night, these literati, rich and noble boys, had to come to exchange the latest news and gossip.

Han Qing retracted his gaze, tapped his palms, and leisurely paced three steps and shook his head and groaned: "It is easy for the grass finch to enter the building, and it is difficult for the distant dragon to favor it, it is better to use the cool fan to sweep away the sorrows, and the turbid wine will turn into a big face, alas!"

Han Qing has no heavy money in his body, and he has no interesting people to recommend, so he can't enter this wind and come, so he can only shake his fan in frustration and turn his head to leave.

"Brother, wait! Listening to your poems, there seems to be a hint of resentment, which smells the same as mine. In the next is Song Jianming, I don't know if I can invite my brother Tai to move into Feng Laiyi and say. ”

This sour poem, I didn't expect seven points to be unsatisfactory, but three points fell into people's ears.

Han Qing didn't expect to catch someone so soon, his eyes immediately lit up happily, and he shook his fan leisurely and turned around reservedly.

I saw someone coming, half a head taller than himself, wearing a light green wide-sleeved brocade shirt, wrapped in a pink towel on his head, his appearance was quite talented, handsome and elegant, and the two dimples were very obvious when he smiled, and he looked like a boy who seemed to be rich.

"In Xiayuqing, when I first entered the imperial city, I didn't want to have Bole to know my interests and invite me to enter the building, which is very fortunate." Han Qing showed a grateful smile and greeted him.

"Please-" Song Jianming led people all the way into an empty box on the third floor with a green grass field, and Han Qing secretly guessed the identity of this person in his heart.

He went back and forth to the ministers of Muyun Chaozhong, and it seemed that there was no such person, which could only mean that this person was at most a nameless petty official.

"Brother Yu, where is the clan?" Song Jianming personally poured tea for Han Qing, pushed it in front of his eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Yu, a native of Jiyang County, the second oldest in the family, just a nameless junior, dare to ask Brother Song's family background?" Han Qing rubbed the edge of the cup, and without panting or blushing, he gave himself a life experience, and asked with words.

"Hehe, eat and drink in the shade, it's just a son who is not famous, Brother Yu doesn't have to be afraid."

Song Jianming looked at the other side, his face was dull, and the handsome man with an ordinary appearance looked at him kicking and kicking, and drank tea and chuckled.

Hey! This guy is bullying him, he is not familiar with life, and he already knew that he had pulled Murong Bai on it. What cats and dogs, they must know.

"Hehe, meeting is fate, heroes don't ask about their origins, and those who stick to their identities are people of the world." Song Jianming called Xiao Er and ordered a few plates of dim sum, and said with a smile.

These words, not to mention Li Junye and others, made Han Qing impressed.

"The tea is light-hearted, the wine is thick, Brother Song can drink?" Han Qing asked with a calculation in his heart.

"Wine? Haha, it's an interesting thing, I didn't think that Brother Yu was also a good thing in the cup, Xiao Er, come to a few good altars of daughter red. ”

Song Jianming looked back at the handsome-looking man in front of him, and his black eyes showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he called the little two who had not finished and said boldly.

Xiao Er's movements were very numb, and between the conversations between the two, he had already put all the melons, fruits, snacks, wine and delicacies on board.

"Brother Yu, how do you see the situation in the world?" Song Jianming elegantly unpacked a jar of fine wine, poured wine for Han Qing and asked.

"Today, five points, many Hu people in the Southern and Northern Dynasties are competing with each other, and this divisive situation will not last for ten years, but it will only suffer the people below."

Han Qing stared at his steady wrist in pouring wine, and after picking up the wine and tasting tea, he smiled slightly and said with emotion.

"Then who do you think is Mu Yun's biggest enemy among the five countries?" Song Jianming raised his wine to respect him. When this is asked, it is to explore Han Qing's strength.

"The enemy is close to the northern cold, and the enemy is far away from Gujin and the ghost side. Now the biggest enemy is naturally the first to bear the alliance of Beihan and Gujin, Brother Song, what do you say? Han Qing only said the moment, put the wine in his wrist into his cup, and asked rhetorically.

"Hehe, the alliance between Beihan and Gujin will not have to collapse on its own in three years, and then Beihan, a near wolf, will be more dangerous than Gujin, a distant lion." Song Jianming drank all the contents of the cup and said with a gentle smile.

"I'm afraid that Brother Song looks down on the small country of Beihan, I see that Beihan and Mu Yun are fighting, and the family is about to be emptied, if there is no Gu Jin to support him, he will not be able to stand it for a long time." Han Qing complained coldly, Beihan said.

"The hungry wolf Jedi will still pounce on food, and if Beihan is hungry, I am afraid that he will find food." Song Jianming smelled the wine, and the corners of his lips were full of smiles.

Han Qing gradually clenched the wine cup in his words, his eyes became deeper and deeper, Mu Yun has such a person who sees reality clearly, it is strange that he is not famous.

"Then Brother Song thinks, who will be the next food of Beihan?" Han Qing's city was extremely deep, and he regained his natural expression without moving, leaning closer and asking with interest.

At this time, the stairs sounded, and the sound of going upstairs impatiently, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open, and the person dressed as Xiao Si hurriedly ran to Song Jianming, stepped forward and said, "Childe, you come with me quickly, something is wrong."

"Oh, I see. Don't worry, wait until I've finished drinking this pot of wine before leaving. That Song Jianming slowly pressed Xiao Si's shoulder, pressed him on the chair, poured new wine and pushed it in front of him.

Song Jianming then said to Han Qing's interested eyes:

"Hehe, I'm afraid I can't talk about it in detail today. If Brother Yu is destined for me, he will naturally see you next time. Muwan's civil strife has not stopped, and it has already caused a disaster on the way to destroy the country. ”

After finishing speaking, Song Jianming poured the last drop of wine in the wine jug, raised the wine cup and drank it all with his neck up, and said goodbye in a chic manner.

Han Qing stood up and looked at his departing back, his eyes deep and silent for a long time.

Han Qing saw that it was almost noon, and estimated in his heart that Murong Bai should have received the news, and walked all the way back to the medical hall.

He came out this time, mainly to find Red Sleeves, and secondly to collect news, but he didn't expect to meet an unidentified son-in-law.

In the hospital, there is still a hard-working baby lying unconscious with a high fever, and I don't know if my condition has improved?

When Han Qing stepped into the medical hall, he found that a gray-clothed figure was squatting alone in front of the medicine stove, boiling the medicine happily, deliberately tiptoeing to sneak closer.

"But I still know to come back." Murong Baitou said without replying, with a flame-out resentment in his tone.

"Childe Yuexia is busy dating beautiful women, how can you be a medicine boy here?" Han Qing leaned down to open the lid, looked at the color of the medicine, and asked quipping with a glance.

Murong Bai didn't speak, Han Qing went to the bed to find out that although Ye Hehua had a high fever, his breath was much stronger than last night, and his heart finally landed.

There were many incidents last night, and the people who eavesdropped outside the original door were Jiang Shi and Ah Chu in addition to Zhao Xinyan.

Because they suspected that Murong Bai and his party were fugitives, they eavesdropped on their conversation through the crack in the door, and after accidentally making a movement, they quickly scattered and fled.

When Murong Bai opened the door, he happened to see Zhao Xinyan on the run, so he chased her.

The maids Ah Chu and Miss Jiang were scattered and hid behind the pillar, and Han Qing knew that there was more than one person who eavesdropped, so he came out with a short knife to find out.

Jiang Shi was not very guilty of heart disease because of the strenuous exercise and the fear that Han Qing would find out when he approached. Unexpectedly, Han Qing was very good, but he fed medicine to save Miss Jiang.

Because Miss Jiang was still unconscious after taking the medicine, Han Qing waited for Murong Bai for a long time, and finally saw that Ye Hehua's high fever was getting worse and worse.

Just in case, Han Qing called the maid, took Jiang Shi and Ye Hehua, and went down the mountain to see the doctor together.

Han Qing stayed to take care of the people, and sent the maid Ah Chu to come back first and inform them. Now that Jiang Shi is not in the hospital, she must have been picked up.

Han Qing cast his eyes on Murong Bai again, remembering that this guy had chased Dao Gu for a long time and didn't come back, and there was enough time to give birth to a child, which made him wait and worry for a long time.

So, learning to be a play, pretending to be sobbing, staged a one-man show alone:

"Alas, it's a pity that Hua Niang was alone in the empty boudoir last night, and there were accidents in the view, and she couldn't touch the ground with her busy feet, so that, the negative Langjun secretly fell in love with Mei Daogu, and Hua Niang was really pitiful and no one loved."

Han Qing circled Murong Bai, circled, and finally looked at Murong Bai's face with an orchid, said several times in a row, grabbed his sleeve to wipe fake tears, and cried in a very resentful tone, and did not forget to cast the eyes of the resentful woman.

Murong Bai stood up from the chair, held Han Qing's hand intimately, and pressed the confused beautiful girl back in the corner with his chest.

Murong Bai raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, broke Han Qing's legs, and kneaded his fingers from Han Qing's thighs to the slender waistline, not lightly or heavily, as if he were a disciple.

The colored hand finally slid up his shoulder, stroked Han Qing's face ambiguously, pinched Han Qing's smooth chin, approached and flirted: "Even if Dao Gu is as beautiful as a flower, it is not as good as a flower girl."

"Death Phase!" Han Qing was pleased and cast a white eye, and slapped his chest with disgust.

Murong Bai grabbed his wrist and continued to tease: "Hua Niang, the country is beautiful and fragrant, Mu Lang looked down on others at the first glance, and he couldn't wait to tie up the chains and play with them at home every day."

"Oh? Okay, you are an honest man, your mouth is sweeter than honey, I ask you, are you willing to answer honestly? Han Qing was also playful, took the initiative to wrap his neck, and threw himself into his arms.

"Lady, please speak." Murong Bai hugged his slender body, lowered his head and said dotingly.

"My good father-in-law, is there a handsome boy named Song Jianming in this city?" Han Qing thought about this matter and had to ask the ready-made Taicheng know-it-all.

"Hey, what the lady said, there is no such person in Taicheng." Murong Bai recalled a little, and from the people who remembered it all over again, no one could correspond.

"He is as tall as you, he is very handsome and elegant, he looks talented, he has two dimples when he laughs, and he is very good at drinking." Han Qing recalled the person's appearance and said with a gesture.

Murong Bai shook his head, pinched his nose, and quipped jealously: "Hua Niang, was you hooked to drink by Junerlang who came out of the street?"

"Hey! I also want to know who that grandson is......"

Han Qing drank with someone for nothing, and he didn't even know the true or false name of that person, so he couldn't help but be depressed.