Chapter 284: The Son of Anxiety is actually this kind of person
There was no need for Mo Gongzi to say anything, Wei Lan and another personal guard had already settled the two people who were holding her.
Seeing this, the other guards in the Drunken Gold Cave pressed their hands on the hilt of the sword at their waists, but they were all honestly retreated by the shopkeeper of Song Da.
Mo Gongzi personally put Dayu on Luo Qianhuai, wrapped her tightly from head to toe, and turned around and left without saying a word.
The shopkeeper of Song hurriedly chased after him: "Worry relief son, Rong Niangzi did have a little mood today, and the small one will definitely be punished heavily - but she is also our drunken gold cave person in the end, if you just take it away, it's not appropriate, right?" ”
Mo Gongzi snorted lightly and didn't answer him, but Wei Ying and Wei Lan behind him had already drawn out their long swords.
Everyone knows that there is no mediocre hand around the prince of Xie Wu, and it is no longer easy to deal with Guangchaoyun Jian Lan Shaoxia, and there is another person with a clear look in his eyes, and his skills are obviously better than Lan Shaoxia. Only these few people are enough to sweep through the drunken gold cave, and the left and right Rong Niangzi can't save his life if he does this kind of thing tonight, so it's better to let him deal with it by himself according to the will of the worried son.
The shopkeeper of Song had a plan in his heart, and was just about to say something, when he saw Luo Qianhuai poking his head out of the arrogance, and his apricot eyes were black and white, and they were amazingly bright.
It's just that Fang is far away from the stage, and now that the person is in front of him, even if he is separated by a veil, the shopkeeper of Song Da can recognize that these eyes are not the same as Rong Niangzi.
"You're not Rong Niang!" He pointed at Luo Qianhuai and said in surprise, and then suddenly reacted, and turned to Mo Gongzi: "Could it be that this is the person you are looking for tonight?" ”
Wei Ying and Wei Lan also came back to their senses at this time, and understood who the person in front of them was, and couldn't help but praise in their hearts: worthy of being Mrs. Luo, she could dance such a shocking flying dance.
Although the final part of the crotch jumped a little, but it must have been intentional by Mrs. Luo, although I don't know what the meaning is, but obviously it can't be as simple as it seems on the surface.
Mo Gongzi was noncommittal, and strode out with Luo Qianhuai, Wei Ying and several guards followed, and the shopkeeper Song was just about to catch up, but he was called by his subordinates: "Big shopkeeper, it's not good, Mrs. Rong and Mrs. Feng were knocked unconscious and stuffed under the bed, so they weren't."
"Alright, I know everything." The shopkeeper of Song waved his hand to stop him: "If the lady is fine, let her go on the stage and dance again, which can be regarded as the end of tonight's affairs." ”
As soon as the arrangements were made here, another person hurriedly ran down and whispered in his ear: "The son of Xie Worry and his party did not leave." ”
"What?" The shopkeeper of Song was a little surprised. It is said in the rivers and lakes that the son of Xie Wu is a beautiful son who does not have any bad habits, but judging from what he saw with his own eyes tonight, the rumors are not accurate at all.
"In this way, if you send 50,000 yuan over, you will say that it is what I mean, tonight the son of the worry solver can play at will in the drunken gold cave, if he wins, it is his, and if he loses, it will be mine."
"The big shopkeeper?" The subordinate's face was full of doubts, he had never seen the shopkeeper of Song treat a powerful person so politely: "No matter how famous the son of the worry is, he is just a man from the rivers and lakes, so he can't afford to be so valued by you, right?" ”
"You know what." The shopkeeper of Song looked at this capable subordinate, and finally mentioned something: "The people in the rivers and lakes do not seem to be officials in the court, and they are full of scruples and scruples, but they are easy to handle." They are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, they don't care about anything except face, and they need to be treated with caution. ”
The subordinate should say: "Thank you for the teachings of the big treasurer, and the subordinates will do it." ”
A moment later, the man returned again.
"The big shopkeeper, the son of the worry confiscated the money and went to watch the gambling fight."
"Just watch, what are you fuss about?" The shopkeeper Song said angrily: "In vain, I still think that you have already experienced, but I didn't expect you to be so breathless." ”
"But just now, Chaoyun Jianlan Shaoxia violently killed the snow leopard in the finale, and also took away the prisoners who participated in the beast fight."
What was the reaction of the distinguished guests at the scene? Shopkeeper Song asked with a frown.
"That's fine." The subordinate replied: "Lan Shaoxia's flying sword to kill the leopard cleanly, and the distinguished guests applauded. I have also made arrangements, and the guests in the gambling arena tonight not only paid back the gambling money in full, but also gave fruits and wine, and the guests were not dissatisfied. ”
The shopkeeper of Song stretched his brows: "Then why do you still look like you want to say something, and you are still worried about the prisoner?" was originally a mortal person, but the son of the worry relief was interested, and he gave it to him. He is an understanding person, and he will help us keep our mouths shut and will not leak out what is happening here. ”
"But the big shopkeeper, before his subordinates came up, they went to the dungeon again, and listening to the tone of the little lady who was with them, it seemed that they wanted to let all the people inside."
"And there's more!" The shopkeeper of Song Da took the case: "It's really impossible for us to be afraid of them when we are drunk!" Let's go, call everyone over, and come with me to meet this worry-relieving son! ”
Before they had taken a few steps, someone hurriedly ran down: "Big shopkeeper! The Worry Relief Boy is gone! ”
"What about the people in the dungeon?" The previous right-hand man asked.
"It's okay to stay." The latecomer said: "The prince only glanced at the door, and left directly without doing anything, and we obeyed your previous orders and sent him out of the door." ”
"That's pretty much it." The shopkeeper of Song took a long breath, turned to his right-hand man and said, "You have such a temperament, and you have to sharpen it again." I said a long time ago that the son of the worry is the most concerned about the rules of the rivers and lakes. The sedan chair carries people, and since we have always respected him, he will never do anything to cut off people's wealth. ”
"The big shopkeeper is high, and his subordinates can't reach him." The five-body body that his subordinates admired.
"Let's get busy, there have been a lot of accidents tonight, and we have to appease the guests. All guests will be discounted and a gift will be prepared. ”
Finally settled everything, Song Da's shopkeeper was already dry, and hurriedly asked people to make a pot of good tea and send it over, but before he could drink it in his mouth, there was a sudden noise outside, and he could vaguely hear short screams and angry scolding.
"Big shopkeeper, no, it's not good." A subordinate rushed in covered in blood, threw himself in front of him, and swallowed his breath after a few twitches with his eyes open.
The shopkeeper of Song knew that something was wrong, he took two steps towards the door, but suddenly retreated again, turned around and touched the gilded green deer floor candlestick placed on the side of the window.
With a "whoosh", a crossbow arrow was inserted straight into the floor in front of the candlestick, and the red lacquer arrow tail was reflected in the eyes of the shopkeeper of Song, causing his pupils to shrink instantly.
Someone strode in, blood dripping from the tip of the sword, ticking sound.