Lin Chong worriedly sent Song Wen to the intersection at the far end of the pond, bowing his head and not speaking.

Song Wen smiled freely: "It's nothing, isn't it the panacea of the little doctor of the An family, besides...... The eldest husband stands between heaven and earth, what's the big deal if he lives a few more years and a few years less? Pitching is worthy of heaven and earth, and standing is worthy of brothers...... That's enough! ”

Lin Chong nodded, hugged his fists and said, "Brother is benevolent and righteous, and he is so free and easy, I admire it in my heart!"

Song Wen was overjoyed, this is what he wanted!

As the sun set, the big drum on the Bianliang Drum Tower was about to sound, and Song Wen quickened his pace and went straight to the city gate. Caught off guard, a fast horse rushed over beside Song Wen with a bell ringing......

A few crooked guards of the city gate immediately dodged the small flag behind the knight, and a puff of smoke blew through, and the knight actually hit his horse into the city gate and went straight to the inner city.

Song Wen was a little curious, so he quietly approached a few soldiers who were still talking to each other.

After listening to it for a long time, Song Wen shook his head and sighed and turned to leave...... It turned out to be an urgent report from the imperial court! And it's also a big man's urgent victory, Tong Guan!

For this famous old eunuch, one of the six thieves of the Northern Song Dynasty, Song Wen did not have the slightest good impression.

At this time period, it seems that Tong Guan is tossing the side of the Western Army, but it is in vain that he has wasted the last bit of spirit of the most elite Western Army in the Great Song Dynasty...... Since the defeat of the Western Xia, who was also struggling to survive, until the shame of Jingkang, the Western army and the caste bloomed the last rays of light, and then the national fortunes of the Great Song Dynasty collapsed in an instant.

Song Wen shook his head and walked to a few tile streets east of Bianliang, which is the nightlife area of Bianliang, Tokyo, with the bright lights of the Pinjin Grotto, and the peaceful night of singing and dancing.

Zixuan Tower is located in a few narrow streets, and Song Wen used to go through a small alley and go back through a small door, and the same is true today.

A few idlers suddenly walked out of a corner, one of them with a clump of heart protection hair and a crooked mouth, which seemed to be a little familiar......

Song Wen frowned and walked along the eaves, not wanting to have anything to do with these splashes, but a few splashes smiled at Song Wen!

"Yo-he, little chick...... How many days have you not seen you shivering? ”

"The little face is white and tender, is it moisturized by which sister? Did you say that this guy had ever touched the little hand of the spring lady? ”

"A little turtle boy, he's a fart! He also deserves it? ”

Song Wen frowned, feeling that something was wrong with these guys, and then looked around...... I saw that there seemed to be a figure flickering around the corner behind me, and I immediately felt bad in my heart......

To say that the enemy himself basically doesn't have it, except for Hua Liuzi, who was half-dead by himself, the rest ...... I'm afraid that the rest are those flower street neighbors who were robbed of the limelight by Zixuan Building!

Song Wen was shocked, but a smile appeared on his face, and he reached out and took out a string of ten cents in his arms and smiled at the crooked mouth on the opposite side: "A few heroes, since you know the little one, it is fate, how about the little one invite a few brothers to have a glass of wine?"

Crooked mouth and took out a boning sharp knife and laughed: "The little thief is very clever, no wonder he has been mixing like a fish in water in the Qinglou these days...... However, today's grandpa just doesn't like you! Little thing, don't blame grandpa for being ruthless...... Today, it's your fortune! Catch him ......"

The two splashes next to him rolled up their sleeves and walked over, Song Wen knew that these guys should be running for themselves...... I couldn't help but be angry and afraid, so angry that the mastermind behind it actually found these three indiscriminate to deal with himself, afraid that he was a weak chicken, and that it would be difficult to deal with even a splash.

Several people slowly approached around Song Wen, but there were two people standing on the second floor of a teahouse on the west side of Zixuan Building, one was a middle-aged man with a roe head rat in his forties, and the other was Yan Baihua, the old bustard of Zixuan Building!

The old bustard Yan Baihua glared at the man next to him and scolded: "Zhao Mengchang, you guys actually dare to do black hands to my subordinates in Zixuan Tower? Aren't you afraid that I will report to the official? ”

The man named Zhao Mengchang said with a hippie smile: "Hua Niang, don't pretend...... The path that this little guy is used to taking is still what you pretend to reveal unintentionally! Ming people don't say secret words, why are you a hard-working bustard in Zixuanlou, why are you afraid of a fledgling little turtle man? ”

The old bustard Yan Baihua glanced at this guy: "What nonsense? How many of you are in the green building, which one is not afraid of this little turtle now? ”

Zhao Mengchang shook his head: "This little rabbit cub, where did you get so many wonderful ideas?" However, a slave, even if the owner values it, how can it be said that one hand covers the sky and the other hand covers the sky! Those who break the rules never end well......"

Yan Hua Niang caged her sleeves and turned away, and her voice came coldly...... "Right now, who is not a slave?" It's all 50 steps and 100 steps......"

Zhao Mengchang looked at the little turtle boy who retreated step by step into the corner in the distance and had nowhere to escape, and said with a smile: "The world is bustling, all for profit." The main family is all seeking wealth, so we have to make a gesture of courageous progress, and we have to leave a way for each other to live...... That's our rule. ”

Wazi Street is divided into three streets, southeast and north, with four restaurants and seven green buildings. But who knows how many old bustards are in charge of the green building...... In fact, there has long been a tacit understanding, the seven Qinglou have not known how many newly opened buildings have been squeezed out over the years, and they have cleaned up I don't know how many newcomers under them want to take the lead to seize power!

The seven old bustards are in charge, and they cover the sky with one hand, and there are hundreds of Qinglou girls and hundreds of slaves and miscellaneous servants in Wazi Street, all under their control! Even if the proprietor of the main house wants to move them, he has to weigh them carefully......

In addition, the deeds of this Qinglou Tile House are not good for the reputation, and the proprietor with status and status disdains to tear his face with these lowly stewards...... There are similar benefits on the line, so the two sides are in an extremely delicate balance, and the blockbuster Song Wen ...... But suddenly this balance is broken!

A few old bustards and stewards want to solve this small trouble in the simplest, most straightforward and rude way...... beat him half to death and abolished him.

For this reason, the remaining six Qinglou were in charge, and they gritted their teeth and scraped together two hundred taels of red money and privately gave it to Yan Huaniang as compensation.

If Song Wen knew that the old bustard sold himself for two hundred taels because he was afraid of himself...... I'm afraid I'll scold, is Lao Tzu only worth such a small amount of money? It's worth two hundred and fifty taels, right?

Song Wen in the corner looked flustered and cowered, and four scoundrels surrounded him with bad intentions, Song Wen suddenly reached out and wiped it in his arms, and then a large handful of copper coins were thrown out by him!

The two splashes were stunned by the copper coins all of a sudden, and then hurriedly went to pick up and rob them...... Crooked mouth scolded and scolded Song Wen and walked away: "Little rabbit cub, if you have the ability, you will throw a handful of silver out, and Lao Tzu will let you go today!"

Song Wen reached into his arms again, and his crooked mouth was stunned when he saw this...... Could it be that this little turtle boy is so rich that he carries a lot of silver with him?

A handful of white flowers and things spilled on the faces of the remaining two pismers...... But it's not snowflakes of silver, it's a handful of white ash!