Stomp Tread...

Hurried footsteps sounded under the restaurant.

A man dressed as a scribe ascended the stairs, followed by a swordsman with a cold temperament and a scar at the corner of his eye, followed by four guards guarding the entrance up and down the stairs.

The scribe glanced at the man sitting in front of the window drinking and watching the snow, as if he was recognizing, and then hurriedly stepped forward, "Is it Mr. Xiang?"

"You are?"

Xia Bai asked knowingly.

The scribe said, "I am the prince of the prince's mansion, and the prince knows that he is very happy to come back, so he hurriedly ordered me to invite him, and a banquet has been set up in the palace." ”

Xiang Bai has appeared in Xianyang for so many days, and Yingzheng has a lot of eyeliner, so he naturally knows that the teacher who once taught his sword skills has returned.

But for Xiang Bai, Ying Zheng's emotions are very complicated.

This man taught him swordsmanship and gave him sword energy, but he also saw his not majestic side, and this kind of cross-border favor made the prince feel a little unhappy and estranged, so he did not send someone to invite him at the first time.

It's just that now, Han Fei is dead, and he thinks that this master has excellent kung fu, so he sent the prince to accompany him to invite him personally.

The scribe said: "Please also ask Mr. Xiang to move, the wine in the prince's mansion is far better than here." ”

But he saw the man who mixed two different temperaments of wild and evil suddenly smiled, "You see the snow falling more and more, the entire streets of Xianyang will be paved, this upstairs overlooks just right, the snow has not settled, I am reluctant to leave." ”

The scribe was stunned for a moment, and the cold swordsman who came with him snorted coldly and said angrily: "The prince kindly invited you, but you said that you want to see the scenery, what is the reason?"

Xia Bai ignored the swordsman.

It seemed that there were no visitors in his eyes.

Or rather, he had politely declined the visitor.

The snow was silent, the downstairs was noisy, and the only sound upstairs was him carrying wine into his glass.

The swordsman with the scar in the corner of his eye had even more anger in his eyes, his chest rose and fell, he suddenly took a deep breath, took a step forward and said, "A certain Han Xiaoli, please also ask Mr. Xiang for advice." ”

"I'm not going to fight you, go back. ”

Xia Bai didn't look at him.

But the scribe was also angry in his heart, and felt that this man was too arrogant.

Han Xiaoli snorted coldly, and suddenly drew his sword, but before the sword came out of an inch, he suddenly felt a heavy momentum falling from the sky and pressing heavily on his back.

His mouth was numb, his legs were bent, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

His sword never came out...

He glanced at the man who was still drinking in shock, and was inexplicably frightened in his heart, so he didn't dare to say more, but lowered his head and retreated.

Seeing this, the scribe also understood, so he bowed down and said, "That gentleman uses it slowly, and we will retire first." ”

Not a soul was there.

Cold.

In the afternoon, Yingzheng sent Li Si to invite again.

The Legalist notary was on fire in his heart, and when he went upstairs, he saw the wild man sleeping on the table.

Called a few times, but he didn't respond at all.

Li Si immediately made a decision, waved his hand and said, "Carry the person back." ”

Immediately, two tall guards stepped forward to carry the drunkard, who seemed to be drunk.

However, before the guards could get within five paces, they fell to their knees as if they were enchanted, unable to advance an inch.

Li Si was taken aback, this is...

This kind of aura can only be condensed unless it is a person above the four grades of Xuanqi.

And he's not there yet...

The man suddenly seemed to be woken up, yawned, stretched, and his eyes turned as if he saw a stranger, "Who are you?"

"Mr. Xiang. The corners of Li Si's lips turned up, "You are about to be in great trouble, Si is here to save you..."

Priests often use a trick to scare you first, no matter what.

"What do you call it?"

"Prince's Mansion, Li Si!"

Xia Bai thought it was quite interesting, and it was not bad to pass the afternoon, so he pointed to the opposite table, "Sit." ”

Then he clapped his palms and shouted, "Xiao Er, put on another pair of dishes and chopsticks and open a jar of wine." ”

Li Si narrowed his eyes, he was not afraid, in fact, there were three masters of the Xuan Qi Realm of his Legalist family, and he had already been able to talk eloquently in front of these peerless masters.

"Why is Xiang in trouble?"

Xia Bai wanted to see how strong these scribes' ability to talk nonsense was.

Li Si first repelled the guards, and when there were only two people left on the roof of the restaurant, he suddenly burst into a loud laugh, and it took ten seconds before stopping.

Then the scribe looked at the peerless master in front of him, and said slowly: "Qin Di has a lot of right and wrong, Mr. Xiang once taught the prince, this is to be involved in the vortex of power, unless you are not in Xianyang, you must stand in line as Mr. Xiang."

If you stand on Yingdang's side, the first thing is the question of trust, so will the eldest son of Wang trust the former prince's teacher?

Coupled with the abundance of talents around Yingdang, Mr. Xiang was just icing on the cake in the past.

And if Mr. Xiang is clean and self-conscious, and only wants to revisit the old land, come here to drink and see the snow, Si also thinks that this is self-deception, will the eldest son of Wang let go of a potential master of the crown prince?

Si is even worried that after Mr. Xiang gets drunk one day, he will not wake up.

Today, if Mr. Xiang does not go back to the Prince's Mansion with me, then Si will advise you to stay away from Xianyang.

This is the land of right and wrong, the land of devouring life.

Mr. here, if you don't want to show your ambitions, support the prince to complete the hegemony of the great picture, and leave a name in history, you are to be a reckless man with no name. ”

The words are reasonable, there are advances and retreats, and the expressions are also in place, and the tone and frustration are pointed directly at the hearts of the people.

After finishing speaking, Li Si raised his eyebrows and stared at the man in front of him quietly with his ambition-engulfed pupils.

If it weren't for Han Fei's death, he wouldn't have come.

After finishing speaking, he was also observing the reaction of this man named Xiang Bai, if he could, he was ready to absorb such a master into the Legalist family.

But he didn't see anything.

His words were like pebbles thrown into a river, and soon there was no movement.

"Drinking. ”

Xia Bai poured it for the scribe opposite.

Li Si was stunned, "Si can't drink..."

"To drink or not to drink?"

"Mr. Xiang is in great trouble..."

"To drink or not to drink?"

"Mr. Xiang, let's talk about something else. ”

"To drink or not to drink?"

"S... Drink!"

A moment later.

Li Si was drunk and lay unconscious on the table.

Xia Bai shouted to the guards downstairs, "Take the people back." ”

When those guards saw this, they also knew that their mastermind had smashed up, and they had come to carry this gentleman, but now they carried their own people back...

For a moment, these guards only felt a little dreamy.

Heavy snow falls into twilight.

Xia Bai also sat until twilight.

He's waiting.

He is not waiting for Yingzheng, he is waiting for the right to speak, he wants to mess up the world, to pollute the dragon qi, and even to make the Son of Heaven fall into a demon, he needs to be like this.

The snow grew heavier, like goose feathers, like cotton silk pressed down.

The sky is a knife, the earth is a chopping board, and all living beings are fish and meat.

And when the sky was about to go completely dark, the prince's car drove over the empty street.

Ying Zheng lifted the curtain and jumped down, with a dragon and tiger posture, a domineering look, striding under the guards, staying in front of the restaurant, as if he had a feeling, and raised his head, just facing a pair of eyes that were overlooking him.

Ying Zheng's lips curled a little.

Teacher, long time no see.