The person who came seemed to be indifferent to his injury, and after putting down the hem of his robe, he raised his chin at Ah Yin, who was standing aside, and said:

"You're lucky, you haven't come to your grandfather these days, otherwise you wouldn't be able to stand here, tsk, just rely on your little body......"

He shook his head, a look of disdain on his face, thinking that the battle he had been injured in was very dangerous.

In these three words, the causes and consequences were all clarified, and the originally tense atmosphere in the room dissipated.

Ah Yin first thanked all the gods and Buddhas in his heart, and cheered up and smiled: "That's, that's, how can you be brave and good at fighting." ”

Wumeng also put down the wine glass at this time, slapped his palm and smiled: "I, the Harqin people, respect the warrior the most, Your Excellency is a true warrior, Your Excellency and I really hit it off at first sight, come and sit down, let's eat a few big bowls of him." ”

"Haha, my friend is such a cheerful person." The man in the chair laughed and said, then clasped his fists with both hands and made a salute: "Don't dare to ask for your name." ”

"In Lower Umeng, I came to the land of precious treasures today because I heard that Your Excellency has good things in hand. In Xia Bucai, I like good things the most in my life, so I asked Ah Yin to be a middle-aged person, and I want to buy some from Your Excellency. As he spoke, Umon replied with his hand to his chest.

"Well said, well said." The man in the chair knocked on the armrest, and the female guard behind him immediately pushed the chair, and in the strange sound of "squeaking", the man's stiff golden language was not even hidden, only listened to him:

"Brother Wu is polite. In Xia Jiangyang, Jiang Yang of Jiang Yang thief. Haha, although the name doesn't sound very good, but the goods in the hands are absolutely good, and the Wu brothers are satisfied. ”

Wumeng didn't expect that this Jiang Yang thief was really called Jiang Yang, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately laughed, and said:

"Brother Jiang is really funny. We Harqin people have a proverb: no matter how many words you say, the wind will blow away, and even the finest grass will take root in the soil. In your Song Mandarin, it is: A gentleman does not care about his deeds. ”

The last sentence, he said it in Song language, although the pronunciation was a little weird, and he could barely hear a rough idea, but he flattered the other party without a trace, and the implication was that Jiang Yang would have to cover up his deeds in this business, and he didn't care, he was still willing to regard the other party as a friend.

When the man who called himself Jiang Yang heard this, he froze with a strange face, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the last sentence of the crepe Song language, and the female swordsman behind him was still pushing the chair with her head down, and she didn't seem to have any intention of solving her master's doubts.

Of course, it may also be that this Xinli swordsman can't understand the Song language. Ummon thought.

The atmosphere in the field was a little stiff for a while, but fortunately there was still a Ah Yin, and when he saw that no one was silent, he had the courage to laugh and said: "Jiang Dashou, this Wumeng Gongzi just praised you for being a gentleman." ”

Jiang Yang's thick and black eyebrows immediately trembled together, and he looked up to the sky and said:

"Lao Tzu...... In the next is to do business without capital, and only recognize Mr. Copper Coin and Gold and Silver Master in his life. If you have money, you are a gentleman, and if you don't have money, you are a villain. Friend Wu looks like a gentleman, the gentleman is on top, and the villain is on top of you. ”

Jiang Yang didn't say a word, picked up the wine jug and poured it even down, and drank three glasses in one go, the wine splashed all over the table, and it was rough and wild, even Ah Yin watched from the sidelines, and he actually had the feeling of being in the same room with a certain Jiang Yang thief.

He couldn't help but shrink his neck, and his gaze drifted to where Jiang Yang and the others came from.

Meng Chun'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, and was standing quietly by the fan in the back hall, holding a gaqin in her arms.

This piano has the reputation of "national sound" of Xinli country, the sound of the piano is short and low and dumb, and there is the color of the sad wind, which is very different from the five strings and seven strings of the Central Plains, and the peace and tranquility of the middle line.

Looking at the gaqin from his homeland, and thinking about the encounters in the past few days, Ah Yin felt a little sad in his heart inexplicably, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, and he didn't dare to say anything.

The evening breeze swept through the light veil of the window, and the pool outside the window was slightly cool, and the wind also carried some coolness.

Meng Chun'er seemed to be a little unable to help the light cold of this spring night, hugged the gaqin in her arms tighter, and the head of Zhen hung lower and lower, moved the lotus step lightly, and slowly turned to the piano platform on the side.

It was quite far away from the banquet, and the candles in the hall could not be lit up, and under the flickering light, the woman put down the gaqin, sat down on her knees, and stretched out her fingers to pluck the strings.

"Ding Dong" several times, the low and hoarse string sound echoed in the house, drifted into the night with the wind, and dispersed outside the long street of fireworks.

Ah Yin looked at her stupidly, only feeling that Meng Chun'er tonight had a different style, which was different from the past.

"Good wine! Grandma, what a good wine! Come on, Brother Wu, let's have this toast! ”

The vulgar sound of persuasion sounded in his ears, which woke up Ah Yin, who was in a trance, and he hurriedly collected his eyes and peeked at Wumeng, who was sitting not far away.

Wumeng still drank the wine by himself, and the smile on his face was very happy, but there was a deep chill in his eyes, which was daunting.

Ah Yin couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, his face turned a little pale, and he subconsciously retreated backwards, wishing that he could not keep retreating into the wall.

"Useless stuff." A low reprimand suddenly came, and Ah Yin was immediately stunned.

It's a new language?! And the speaker is still a woman?!

He looked in amazement at the place where the voice had come from, and saw a gray curtain hanging down.

It turned out to be the female swordsman who was talking.

Seeing him look over, the female swordsman snorted, raised her chin, and the gray curtain turned in another direction, as if she disdained to look at him.

This female swordsman is not pretending to be a Song person?

Ah Yin was almost shocked, but he didn't dare to look further, and quickly lowered his head and hid himself in the corner as much as possible.

Wei Shu's eyes swept over him, swept towards the golden man behind Wumeng, who was obviously a guard, stared for a moment, and finally, looked back at Wumeng.

Naturally, it is impossible for her to be frightened by Wumeng's eyes like Ah Yin, and as for the one who "broke her leg", it will not be even worse.

Unexpectedly, this Wu Guo pretended to be reckless in the rivers and lakes, and he was also both physical and spiritual, and he made a gesture...... Oh, he doesn't have feet right now, so raise your hand...... Well, it's still very similar between the raised hands, if Wei Shu and him are the first time they meet, they can't say that they will be deceived by him.

Thinking like this, Wei Shu couldn't help but continue to look at Wumeng.

The two who are standing and the one at the door are easy to say, the one who is sitting, the Harqin merchant?

Trick the devil into it. Wei Shu raised an eyebrow behind the curtain.

If this person was a businessman, she would immediately cut off his head and give them a snack.