On the morning of the second day, the two little turtles yawned and went upstairs to wait for the guests to leave, bringing water and pouring tea and snacks, and then looking forward to getting two small dollars from the guests.

This is a little benefit for a small guy in the Qinglou, where can Song Wen value this little money? He gave this job to the other two little turtle boys, and Brother Ming and another kid named Xu Fuzi were grateful to Song Wen and Dade for making a big move.

slept until three o'clock in the morning, Song Wen went to the kitchen to find food, and when the two cooks saw Song Wen, they actually smiled and spoke kindly, and left meat buns for him.

Song Wen naturally wouldn't be a good person and teach them some dishes in later generations at will, the key is that he doesn't want to mess around in this kitchen, even if he is a good cook, what can he do? Without any identity background, even if he goes out to open a store, he is a fish to be slaughtered......

Song Wen was still paying attention to the old beggar who didn't know his name, the junior brother of Wang Jin, the head of the forbidden army......

When he arrived at the wooden bridge again, Song Wen carried a pot of Baihua Brew from Qinglou and wrapped a few meat buns in oiled paper, stood on the stone and coughed: "The old man is still there?" If you're still angry, come down and eat! ”

I waited for a long time, but there was no sound.

Song Wen felt that this old guy might really leave, maybe because he took revenge on that Gao Yu's righteous son, or maybe he was persuaded to leave by his senior brother Wang Jin.

As soon as he turned around, Song Wen was trembling!

A young woman was looking at herself coldly, it was none other than Mrs. Zhao Shenyan, who had been squeezed by herself the night before......

Song Wen remembered the heartfelt fear in Zhao Shenyan's eyes when he talked about his wife, and knew that this woman who was suspected of being a descendant of Jiangmen was definitely not a master to be messed with!

"I thought that the old man left you to take a fancy to you, but it turns out that you are a piece of mud......"

Song Wen smiled: "I was originally a piece of mud, the lady of the Zhao family is here to apprentice?"

"Hmph, who is in the mood to talk about this with you? Let me ask you, who did Zhao Shenyan drink with last night? ”

"Well, it should be an officer of the forbidden army, I don't remember the specific name and surname."

"Play stupid, huh? But is it a Marquis of Duyu surnamed Wang? At the age of thirty, with a short beard? ”

"It seems to be such a guest ......"

Zhao Niangzi seemed to be a little embarrassed, stomped her feet and scolded: "Why do you want to beg him if you don't know what you are ashamed of?"

"That's it, how does this make the lady deal with herself!"

The lady of the Zhao family sighed: "Wang Dan is a person with a deep city, where can I ask him to do something?" In addition, if he failed to ask for marriage at my house back then, there will definitely be a pimple in his heart...... How can you really help him? Alas...... You said...... Well? ”

The lady of the Zhao family was picked up by Song Wen, and she opened her mouth and pouted the words in her heart, and at this time, she reacted suddenly, and when she looked up, she saw the little turtle with a gossip look on the other side, looking at herself with bright eyes......

"You pickled talent, you dare to play tricks on me!"

The lady of the Zhao family was so angry that she was about to come over and beat Song Wen, Song Wen hurriedly raised her hand and said loudly: "Don't be annoyed by the lady of the Zhao family, I'm not thinking about the lady!" In this way, next time Zhao Daguan comes to Qinglou again, how about I help you persuade him to turn back? Let him study and practice martial arts at home honestly, don't associate with these people, don't go to the Qinglou to spend all day drinking......"

"Hmph, who are you? It's just a little turtle boy, his wife and I can't persuade him, can you fix him? ”

Song Wen stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky: "Swear by the gambling curse, if I, Song Wen, help the lady persuade the official to turn back, the lady will reward me with ten taels of silver!" If it doesn't work, let the lady beat it to death! ”

The lady of the Zhao family pinched her fist suspiciously, and a few soft sounds of the bone joints made Song Wen's heart tremble for a while...... This is really a practitioner!

"So let's make a note of this fight first! If you can help me persuade him, don't say ten taels...... I'll give you twenty taels! If you dare to lie to me, I will break your hands and leave you starved to death on the streets! ”

"I, Song Wen, swear to heaven that I will never deceive my mother."

The lady of the Zhao family nodded, seemingly very satisfied, but when she turned to leave, she suddenly turned back to Song Wen and said, "Last night, there was a murder case on Yangshi Street!" One of the sons of a close official Gao Yu was killed, but the assassin ran into a trap and appeared to be wounded...... After barely escaping, he disappeared. If you are...... I'm afraid that the head of the Wang Jin sect is also worried, if you see that person, go to the head of the Wang Jin sect and report it, and maybe you can get a few rewards......"

These words are quite informative, Song Wen was stunned for a moment, bowed his hand, and the lady of the Zhao family turned around and left.

It seems that this lady of the Zhao family knows the identity of the old beggar, and the little between Wang Jinjiao and Gao Yuyizi is not simple...... Otherwise, the death of a righteous son will not make these people pay attention!

Song Wen shook his head...... Are you kidding? Now I am just an ant, don't say anything big, the old bustard of Zixuanlou can turn over and crush himself! Is it possible to get involved in these things and find death?

With a sigh, Song Wen got up and was about to leave! Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the arch bridge...... "Little rabbit, give it to grandpa...... Grab some wine! ”

In the depths of a mansion near the imperial city, a middle-aged official in his forties was sitting on the Taishi chair in a red robe, and a half-grown young man in silk was still crying and wiping away tears......

"Daddy! The brother of the Zhou family died so miserably...... The thief actually pierced the throat of the Zhou family's brother with a single sword, and blood sprayed all over the ground...... Kid, kid is so scared to pee his pants! ”

The red-robed official snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Go down!" Rest in the house these days, don't go out again. ”

The boy secretly looked at his father's face and went down.

A middle-aged scribe turned out from behind the screen, bowed and sat down on the chair below, and said softly, "My lord, it seems that those generals still refuse to give up...... Pushing the king in and out to confront Zhou Xu was just a temptation, this was to warn the adults not to worry about the former military power and the position of the captain of the palace! ”

Gao Yu smashed the celadon tea cup on the table on the ground...... "These generals are really hateful!" ”

The scribe smiled slightly: "Why should your lord be angry? Just wait for the opportunity, there is an official family, as long as the adults do not fall out of favor, everything is unstoppable......"

"Then let that Wang Jin go first, but the whole city must find that assassin Ling Chi and put him to death! Otherwise, it would be difficult to get out of this evil breath in the official's heart. ”

"This matter was handed over to those people in the Qingtang Gang to do it, and the custody can't be related to the adults."

"Then write down those guys who are secretly fueling the troubles, and ...... in the future Settle accounts after the fall! ”

"Late life!"

The middle-aged scribe bowed, then turned and retreated.

Song Wen climbed onto the wooden bridge pillar and dangerously drilled into the empty space of the bridge arch......

There was a broken quilt on the wooden row, some wine bottles and bones were scattered everywhere, and the old beggar was lying weakly on the broken quilt, his face as white as paper! The abdomen was wrapped in a circle of linen, and a trace of blood was faintly seeping out!

"I wipe ...... You...... Are you going to kick your legs? Old man, can you still jump? I'll accompany you to see Langzhong! ”

The old beggar smiled, raised his hand and wiped the black dirt on his face, and his face was suddenly a little younger...... It turns out that this guy has always pretended to be an old beggar, and his real age is more than forty years old!

"I'm afraid it won't work out this time, alas...... Suddenly I regretted it, this time I was indeed a little nosy. But the senior brother's friend and his family were broken and his wife was separated, and Lao Tzu really wanted to kill the thief Zhou Xu...... Even if people take advantage of it, Lao Tzu will admit it! ”