Pushing aside the crowd, he walked briskly towards the white jade bridge.

Yao pointed to the vermilion wine flag, and the noble prince turned around and asked, "Old family, do you know what kind of restaurant is under the wine flag?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a long time, stretched his brows, and slowly replied: "Oh, that Baishui Qingya is an old shop, and when the old slave was young, he was already in this Anhuai Mansion." It's been more than 30 years. Childe had rarely been here before, so he wasn't very impressed. ”

"Then what does this white water mean?" asked the noble prince again. The old man couldn't tell why. So the two of them went together under the wine banner and looked into the store. The small storefront was full of wine jars, and the old shopkeeper in a coarse cloth coat had a clear appearance, and his beard was white, and he was bowing his head at the account desk and fiddling with the abacus with his left hand.

The bustling crowd passed by, but no one stopped. The other restaurants and inns are full, but this white water is elegant, and there are four or five mahogany tables in the store, but there is no customer, which is really strange.

But when the boy saw it, although he was silent, he was really curious in his heart, and he had already thought: "This white water is really elegant, why don't you go and play with the shopkeeper, and then ask the reason." Thinking of this, he turned his head and made a look, and the old man also understood what he meant, shook his head silently, and followed closely.

The two walked into the store and found a table near the account desk and sat down, the boy took off his robe and put away the folding fan in his hand, and slapped it on the table, while the old man stood behind him. The old man replied humbly, "The old slave does not dare to sit with the son." ”

"Although you and I are master and servant, we are like father and son, so why should we care about these red tape. The boy laughed, and forced the old man to sit beside him. The two of them just looked around and didn't say a word. After a long time, I didn't see any guests coming in, let alone the shopkeeper coming out to entertain, I just felt bored, and I was afraid of my own identity, so I couldn't provoke trouble clearly, so I had to continue to sit with my mouth open, but the ass was restless.

It was really boring, the boy glanced at the shopkeeper who lowered his head to settle the accounts, and scolded in his heart: "What an old thing you don't know, you deserve to be so deserted in your store." Seeing that this son came to see nothing, he would usually beat you up, and it was inconvenient today, so it was better to go first. He snorted coldly, picked up the fan and unfolded it, and said to the old man beside him, "Let's go!"

The two of them wanted to go out, but they saw two young people walking towards them. Walking to the front of the red clothes, the dark cloud sleeves, faintly revealing the white fingers like clotted fat, holding the cuffs, wearing a black purple velvet jacket, embroidered with gold needles and golden feather-like lines, embellished in the corners of the clothes. He wears a purple gold crown with a blue gemstone embedded in it, which is priceless. A red brocade and purple cloud belt around the waist is embellished with a piece of gold and silver edge and white jade pendant.

At his waist hung a silver-sheathed sword, set with twelve finger-sized gems of various colors and sizes. While walking, his right hand was on the hilt of the sword, intentionally or unintentionally, and it seemed that he was also a martial arts practitioner.

Look at his appearance again, but he is also around twenty years old, thin and straight, but he is born handsome. The face is like Fu powder, the lips are painted with Zhu, the skin is like congealed fat, and the eyes are bright and bright. The green silk is bundled, and the temples are like a knife. The eyebrows are like ink painting willow leaves, the eyes are like bright stars, a smile is like a peach blossom blooming, and a rage and joy are all the moon.

After just one glance, the noble son stopped in place as if he had lost his soul.

And behind the young man was a handsome man in a gorgeously dressed short suit, dressed as an attendant, and the two were generally old, also wearing swords and hanging swords, and walked forward. It's just that the boy who walked in front frowned, his cheeks were red, his silver teeth were biting, and there was a slight anger between his eyebrows. The entourage behind him was full of worry and hurried to catch up.

I walked into the store and sat down. He only untied the long sword from his waist and placed it lightly on the table. The attendant hurried to sit aside, but before he could touch the bench, the boy kicked his eyes and said angrily, "Who allowed you to sit?" The attendant was frightened, and hurriedly got up and waited beside him.

Seeing that the attendant looked frightened and couldn't bear it, the boy knew that he was out of shape, and sighed lightly and said, "That's it, you can sit down." I didn't mean to say it, don't worry about it. The squire smiled again, and then thanked him and sat down.

Seeing this, the previous noble son hurriedly lowered his voice, covered half of his face with a fan, and asked the old man beside him: "This person is richly dressed, and he must be a rich and noble family." I don't know which family's son it is? I don't want to have such a character in this Anhuai Mansion?"

The old man squinted his eyes to spy on the sitting son, but he was unexpectedly discovered, and hurriedly withdrew his eyes and replied: "The old slave looks so familiar, but for a while he can't remember which son." The noble prince took the fan, pondered for a moment, and then turned back and said, "Let's go back!" Fu returned to the store, still sitting down in the same seat.

As a result, in addition to the shopkeeper, there are already four customers in the store.

The shopkeeper finally took a step, turned out of the account, the sleeve of his right arm swayed with the steps, and bowed to the later son with a smile: "It turned out to be a white ......" The shopkeeper made a look, glanced at the other two people sitting not far away, and the shopkeeper hurriedly said: "It turned out to be a white boy, and the old man has lost his distance." ”

"Uncle Ling doesn't have to be polite. I'll wait to sit down, nothing important, Uncle Ling can go and be busy, no need to say hello. The white boy was also refreshing, but although he was smiling, he couldn't hide that sadness.

Shopkeeper Ling put out two big bowls again, brought a small jar of wine, filled it for the two of them, and said with a smile: "Since Bai Gongzi has said so, then the old man will go and get busy first." If Bai Gongzi has any orders, don't be polite. ”

"It's all old acquaintances, and we won't be polite to Uncle Ling. The white boy smiled and picked up the wine bowl and took a small sip.

The shopkeeper Ling turned around and wanted to walk back to the account, the previous son saw this scene, his heart was uneven, and he immediately attacked, slapped the table angrily, stood up, pointed at the shopkeeper Ling, and reprimanded: "You old man don't know anything! This son has been sitting here for a long time, but you have ignored it, and the person surnamed Bai will come to greet you, what do you mean! Don't you look down on me Shen cuttlefish?"

Shopkeeper Ling hurriedly waved his hand and said, "How dare you!" and looked at the Shen cuttlefish carefully, and suddenly realized, "Oh, the old man is dizzy, he is only an ordinary guest, and he doesn't want to be the eldest son of the Shen family, so please forgive me!"

Shen cuttlefish snorted coldly, fortunately the old servant was relieved, so he sat down and said casually: "Bring a jar of wine to this son." When the shopkeeper Ling heard this, he smiled and said, "I'm really sorry for Shen Gongzi, the small shop doesn't sell alcohol." ”

Shen Cuttlefish was dumbfounded when he heard this, his eyes were round, and he pointed to the wine jar full of the room and asked: "The room is full of wine, but you told my son that you don't sell wine?"

He bowed down and shook his head and spread his hands: "Don't hide it from Shen Gongzi, the wine jar in the small shop is full of white water." The small shop does not sell alcohol or tea, only white water. When Shen cuttlefish heard this, he couldn't cry or laugh, and he wanted to scold, but he remembered the words "white water and elegant" written on the wine banner outside the door, and then he understood the truth.

But he refused to stop there, so he pointed at Bai Gongzi with the folding fan in his hand and said, "Then he, does he drink white water!" The shopkeeper Ling nodded with a smile, and Shen Cuttlefish turned to look at the white boy, only to see that Qi Fu poured another bowl of water, and half held it up to him and smiled: "If Your Excellency doesn't believe it, you can come and taste it." So saying, he poured out the mouth of the bowl and poured out all the bowl of water at his feet.

Shen Cuttlefish Yan can endure such a big humiliation, it can be seen that the white boy is holding a long sword, and he doesn't know martial arts, so he doesn't dare to confront it, so he can only tilt his resentment on the old shopkeeper who is defenseless and lacks an arm.

He stepped forward and grabbed his shirt and shouted, "Where can you manage so much! How can you have no wine in this tavern? I don't care if you go to buy, steal or beg, my son will drink here today." If you dare to say half a word, you will demolish your store in a young time!" The old servant persuaded him on the side, but Shen Cuttlefish was angry and didn't listen to it at all.

And although the shopkeeper Ling looked flustered and apologized again and again, there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

However, the white boy who was sitting on the side, his eyes were even more angry, and he only splashed out the white water in the bowl, drenching most of the Shen cuttlefish's clothes. The old servant was shocked, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe Shen Cuttlefish, but he pushed it away, loosened the placket of the shopkeeper Ling, walked towards the white boy, pointed to his nose and scolded: "Who are you! How dare you be so rude to this son!

"Shen cuttlefish?" The white boy frowned slightly when he heard this, glanced at him again, retracted his gaze, looked ahead and said, "Where did I come from, the thief is shouting here." I never thought that it was the eldest son of Shen Yuanwai, and Shen Yuanwai could be regarded as a generation of heroes, how could he give birth to such a son who was inferior to pigs and dogs, it would only embarrass him. ”

Shen Cuttlefish trembled with anger, cold sweat broke out, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Today I will let you see the power of this son!" With that, he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the silver sheath sword on the table.

At this time, the shopkeeper Ling took a few steps back, looked at the two of them with a smile, and stroked his beard without saying a word. There is no intention of persuasion. When the white boy saw Shen cuttlefish grabbing the sword, he only stretched out two fingers to hold down the scabbard, no matter how Shen cuttlefish exerted his strength, his cheeks turned red, his eyes stared out, his forehead was sweating, and he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't move the sword at all.

The servant snickered when he saw it, but the old man looked at it but was anxious behind him. I saw that the white boy took another sip of white water, then let go of his fingers, let the Shen cuttlefish plant back, and got up to make up for it, hitting him in the chest and knocking him to the ground. With a flick of his wrist up, he pushed out the silver sheath sword, swirled into his hand, and closed it to his side, and in the blink of an eye, all the moves were completed in one go.