Li Wuchen walked on the street, and Murong Wan'er beside him changed into a man's clothes, like a handsome son.

"You're so eye-catching. ”

Li Wuchen looked at Murong Wan'er a little speechlessly, she was so good at kung fu, she didn't know how many girls on the street were flirting with the two of them, and even more daringly, she handed Luo Pa a table of love.

Murong Wan'er was enjoying it, unfolding the fan lightly, and said with a smile, "This is very indicative of this big ...... Cough... Well... This son's handsome man is extraordinary, and both men and women eat it. ”

After that, she also raised her eyebrows at the girl who had been with her for a long time, and she looked like a playboy.

At this point, Li Wuchen didn't say much, and he didn't do it long before he arrived at Qinhuai Tower.

Fu Dingtian is a decent person, he has never been to this kind of fireworks Willow Lane, but his son-in-law Fu Xian, who is often nostalgic for this, is a typical gentleman.

Therefore, if it is said that all this is done by Fu Dingtian, I am afraid that not many people will believe it, but if it is said that it is Fu Xian, all this is in the past.

The old bustard of Qin Huailou knew Li Wuchen, so after saluting without a trace, he took him to a secluded private room.

"Young master, that is Fu Xian, the son of Fu Dingtian. ”

Looking in the direction pointed by the old bustard, it was a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe with green silk and flowers, who was laughing with two girls in his arms at the moment, and beside him, several literati in Confucian shirts were drinking with him.

Li Wuchen took out a yellow paper office from his inner pocket and handed it to the bustard, and after whispering to him for a while, the bustard retreated.

"Would you like a few drinks?"

He flipped his right hand, took out a pot of old Miao Village wine, and looked at Murong Wan'er in front of him with a smile.

Murong Wan'er just thought about it, but her mind suddenly recalled her previous drunken appearance, and after swallowing her saliva, she categorically refused.

Li Wuchen laughed, slapped open the seal, and poured himself a small cup.

The aroma of wine was overflowing, looking at his enjoyment, in the end, Murong Wan'er still didn't resist the temptation, and snatched Li Wuchen's wine jar......

After three rounds of drinking, Murong Wan'er drank and blushed, and Fu Xian on the opposite side was also drunk, so he hugged the two girls, said goodbye to his friends, and was just about to get into the carriage, as if he felt a pain in his stomach, and hurried back to Qinhuai Tower.

Fu Xian, who had just entered the thatched house, had just hooked the thunder and fire, and the gate was kicked away.

'Poof......'

"Who? What the hell, don't you know that this son is in there?"

Fu Xian, who was inside, almost fell into the dung pit, and as soon as he finished scolding, he was stunned in an instant.

"The two...... Two heroes, if you want money, it's easy to discuss, I'll give it to you!"

Fu Xian, who was squatting on the ground, was about to cry, you said that you wanted to rob or kidnap tickets, you also picked a better time, why did you have to choose this point?

Li Wuchen didn't speak, the iron rod in his right hand slapped his left hand, but he didn't dislike the foul smell, and stared at Fu Xian with a playful face.

Fu Xian hurriedly took out his pocket full of gold and silver, and just wanted to stand up and hand it over, but he squatted back in place with a face full of embarrassment...... It will be served ten times more on another day!"

It's not that he didn't want to shout for help, but he was so extremely unsightly, if it was spread out, he really wouldn't have to be a man.

Li Wuchen didn't dislike it, stepped forward to take the silver ticket, and put it in his inner pocket.

Fu Xian saw that the other party had accepted the money, thinking that the other party naturally agreed, so he hurriedly laughed and said, "Good man, take the door down when you leave." ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, the iron rod in Li Wuchen's right hand slammed into his head.

"You ......"

Fu Xian pointed at Li Wuchen, and just wanted to scold him for not keeping his promises, but after he said one word, he rolled his eyes and fainted......

"Done?"

Murong Wan'er, who was also dressed in black and masked, was a little impatient and shouted outside the door.

Li Wuchen walked out, threw a sack to her, and said with a smile, "It's done, I'll leave the rest to you." ”

Murong Wan'er was stunned for a moment, grabbed the sack in her hand, pointed at herself in disbelief, and asked, "Me?"

She almost had an urge in her heart to beat Li Wuchen to death, and pick up his head to take a good look at what was inside.

"It's up to you, move quickly, I'll be waiting for you in the carriage outside. ”

Li Wuchen turned around after saying that, smiled at Murong Wan'er, and continued, "By the way, you don't want to borrow other people's hands, it's easy to startle the snake. ”

Murong Wan'er looked at this despicable, shameless, unruly embryo who had no bottom line and didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, she really couldn't imagine what kind of scum scum could train such a 'talent'!

After all, scolding and scolding, things still have to be done, and they owe him in their last life.

Murong Wan'er looked at Fu Xian, who was lying on the ground softly, with disgust and confusion on her face, and finally couldn't help but step on him a few times, otherwise she was afraid that she would really die of anger here by Li Wuchen.

But when he stepped on less than eighty feet, Fu Xian, who had fainted, snorted lightly, and woke up and turned around.

"Good...... Hero...... Rao ......"

Before he finished speaking, another thick iron rod slapped at his forehead! Fu Xian's eyes darkened, and he fainted again.

Murong Wan'er seemed to feel that her hand was too heavy, she frowned and probed his snort, and found that there was still a time, so she softly despised it, and said, "It's really beaten!"

Qin Huailou's carriage slowly drove away, Li Wuchen drove the carriage, and Murong Wan'er sat on the side, both of them were reluctant to sit in the carriage.

The car is going to the outside of the city, the capital is close to the mountains and rivers, there is a canal not far away, because there is no luck for the reason, so there are not many boats, only three or three fishing boats have just received the results of the day, ready to go ashore.

"Young Lord!"

An old man dressed as a fisherman arched his hand at the two, and behind him was a small fishing boat, which was a subordinate of Zang Haizhuang and was responsible for delivering news outside the city.

"Let's go!"

Li Wuchen didn't want to be too long-winded, so he took the lead in getting on the boat. And Murong Wan'er also found the eldest lady's style at this moment, and ordered the old man to carry the person to the boat.

The fishing boats go down the river, and the further down the river there are more reeds, it is a good place for Tibetans, but the only thing that annoys people is that there are too many flying insects and cobwebs.

But who is Li Wuchen, how can any insect dare to come within ten meters of him.