Outside the Tiandong Pavilion.

It's already full of people at the moment.

Several of the waiters had already begun to count the copper coins.

Jin Ge looked at the few people who were counting the copper coins, and said secretly in his heart.

"In the past, my biggest wish was to count the money until my hands cramped, but now it doesn't seem to be a good wish!"

Watching the waiters, they had already counted out a third of the copper coins.

The corners of Jinge's mouth rose to reveal a harmless smile of humans and animals, and then began to shout out several sets of numbers loudly.

"Thirty-six!"

"Twelve!"

"Twenty-three!"

Not far away, Meng Lang, who was holding his hands in front of his chest, was slightly stunned when he heard the several sets of numbers read out by Jin Ge, and felt a little inexplicable.

As Jin Ge kept reading the numbers, the waiters who counted the money also read along.

"Eighty-eight!"

"Ninety-six!"

"Thirty-four ......"

Meng Lang heard that the waiters also followed Jin Ge's recitation, and already knew Jin Ge's purpose, he smiled secretly in his heart, but his face was full of anger.

"How do you count the money? Will it be thirty-four after ninety-six? You won't count! ”

As he spoke, he kicked away the copper coins that had been counted.

"Whoa!"

Copper coins were scattered all over the ground.

"Recount!"

Meng Lang scolded angrily.

The faces of several waiters changed drastically one by one, and they greeted Jin Ge and Meng Lang's family in their hearts, but they didn't dare to show the slightest unhappiness on the surface.

The shopkeeper looked around, and when he saw that his owner had not yet come, he called another waiter and whispered a few words.

The waiter ran away.

The waiters who counted the money had no choice but to gather the scattered copper coins together and began to count them again......

Outside the door of the private room on the second floor of Tiandong Pavilion.

Confucian listened to the voice that made his blood run for a long time, and he arched his body slightly, his appearance seemed so incompatible with the Confucian shirt on his body.

Eventually, the shouting in the private room was replaced by the sound of rustling.

Confucius took a few deep breaths, and when his body returned to normal, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Bang Bang!"

"Come in!"

Confucius carefully pushed open the door and walked in, his eyes dishonestly peeked at the disheveled woman sitting on her side, forced himself to swallow a few saliva, and spoke.

"Little grandfather, the wine and food have been served to them according to the plan, not only did they not make trouble, but they also settled the accounts of everyone in the hall."

The young man heard that Jin Ge and Meng Lang did not make trouble, and settled the account, pinched the woman's flushed face, and smiled disdainfully.

"Rubbish, it's all like that! Let's go, let's meet them. ”

The two walked out of the private room and glanced at the hall, where there were still Jin Ge and Meng Lang.

The young man asked, "What about people?" ”

Confucius looked around and hurriedly explained, "The two of them were still there just now!" ”

At this time, Meng Lang's scolding came from downstairs.

The young man snorted and walked straight downstairs.

Jin Ge had been paying attention to the movement on the second floor of Tiandong Pavilion.

The moment he saw the young man coming down from the second floor with vain steps.

The image of this body having an accident half a year ago immediately came to his mind.

When he saw the Confucian student behind the young man again, he secretly said in his heart: "It turns out that you are playing ghosts!" ”

When the young man saw Jin Ge, he pretended to meet Jin Ge by chance, his eyes lit up, and he raised his voice with an extremely exaggerated expression.

"Jingo? It's great to see you alive in peace! ”

Jin Ge sneered in his heart, then turned to look at the young man and said with a look of surprise.

"Xing Jiang! When did you get back! ”

"Just came back......"

Hear a conversation between Jin Ge and the youth.

Meng Lang looked up and saw that it was Xing Jiang.

Meng Lang rushed over, grabbed the young man's shirt, and said angrily.

"Xing Jiang, Jin Ge was almost killed by you half a year ago, do you still have the courage to appear in Chang'an City?"

Xing Jiang showed a look of horror on his face, and said with a sad expression.

"When Jin Ge had an accident that day, I was also worried to death, I couldn't eat, and I couldn't sleep at night."

"So, I went to Zhenguo Temple to copy and recite Buddhist scriptures for half a year, hoping that Jin Ge could survive the crisis safely."

"Isn't this really okay for Jin Ge?"

Meng Lang still held on tightly to Xing Jiang's shirt and said angrily.

"Xing Jiang, do you still want face? Can Jin Ge have a relationship with you if he is fine? ”

"Do you think I don't know why you hurt Jingo?"

Xing Jiang's face sank, and he said, "Meng Lang, don't talk nonsense here, otherwise don't blame me for turning my face!" ”

"Come on, I'll take a look at your face!"

Meng Lang shouted unconvinced.

Seeing this, Jin Ge hurriedly separated the two and spoke.

"What are you two doing? Pinching every time you meet, aren't you tired? ”

Meng Lang continued to scold.

"Xing Jiang, Jin Ge is stupid, but I'm not stupid, if you dare to make any moths in the future! I, Meng Lang, can't let you go first! ”

Xing Jiang sneered when he heard this, and said with a sneer.

"Meng Lang, others are afraid of you to protect the Guogong Mansion, but I am not afraid of the Zhenguo Mansion, you are a man, move me to try!"

"You ......"

Meng Lang came up again.

Jin Ge reluctantly separated them again, his eyes flashed, and he said.

"Alright! Two little grandfathers, you have quarreled since you were a child, when have you ever divided the winners and losers, don't you have the strength to supervise them to count the money together? ”

After saying that, with a mischievous face, he said a string of numbers again.

"Twelve!"

"Fifty-three!"

Meng Lang snorted coldly, turned his face and stopped looking at Xing Jiang.

Xing Jiang glanced at Meng Lang, the cold color in his eyes flashed, and then he raised his head and shouted loudly with Jin Ge.

"Fifty-six!"

"Seventy-two!"

Pity the waiters who counted the copper coins, they were so troubled by Jin Ge and Xing Jiang that they once again forgot how many they had just counted.

One by one, they cried and mourned, and had to count them all over again.

"Haha......"

Jin Ge clapped his hands and laughed.

Xing Jiang glanced at Jin Ge, and then leaned back with a smile.

"Haha...... Wonderful! It's wonderful! Gore, you're still so talented! ”

Seeing that Jin Ge and Xing Jiang were still mingling, Meng Lang felt that his lungs were about to explode, he glanced at Jin Ge with some disappointment, pushed aside the crowd and turned to leave.

Seeing Meng Lang leave angrily, Jin Ge hurriedly chased after Meng Lang and grabbed Meng Lang's sleeve, saying, "Langlang, what are you doing!" ”

Meng Lang flicked the sleeves of his robe and said angrily: "Don't worry about it!" ”

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Looking at Meng Lang's distant back, Jin Ge looked a little lost.

Xing Jiang walked over and patted Jin Ge's shoulder comfortingly......