"Hmm!"

The little girl nodded happily holding the bamboo dragonfly, and took the initiative to take the hand of the young man in the robe and walked outside the inn, having long forgotten Ye Feng lying on the eaves.

Looking at the back of the two leaving, the young man's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, a little empty and a little painful.

After laughing at himself, Ye Feng struggled to climb back to the ground, withdrew the ladder, and continued to chop firewood.

In the private room on the second floor of the inn, Zhao Chenrui, the prince of the Great Song Dynasty, took in this scene through the crack in the window.

"Xiao Ye Feng! the little proprietress shouted that you had something to do~"

The voice of the running man came through the curtain of the door.

"Here we go!"

Ye Feng responded, put down the axe and rubbed his hands, and walked quickly to the front hall.

"A fake monk who can eat when you die!"

At the counter in the front hall, the little proprietress fanned Luo Fan and looked at the backs of the fat and thin two monks who had just walked out of the inn and scolded.

Seeing that Ye Feng was approaching her, the little proprietress slapped the fan in her hand on the jade leg, and said to the young man full of complaints:

"Really! This fat monk somehow has to eat the sweet and sour Lu fish in our shop, the cook just came back and said that the Lu fish in the market today are all sold out, you go to the red lotus pond to catch a few and come back!"

Ye Feng nodded, without saying a word, he turned around and strode out.

For this little proprietress who scolds people at every turn, and starts beating people if she can't scold, the young man is really afraid to avoid it!

"Bear-like, am I that scary?"

Seeing Ye Feng fleeing in the wilderness, the little proprietress couldn't help but be a little funny.

The red lotus pond does not refer to a pond, but a mountain, there is a clear river in the mountain, called the Lotus Leaf River, there is a kind of fish called Lu Yu in the river, the fish is delicious, the meat is tender and delicious, and there is no ordinary river fish so heavy earthy smell and fish bones at all, it is one of the specialties of this Longyou City.

And there seems to be some problems with the eyesight of this Lu fish, often someone walks to a distance of about half a step to find out, if it is not for the strict restrictions in the city that only allow summer fishing, I am afraid that this Lu fish has long been extinct.

Regarding the name of the Lotus River, there is also a rumor among the local people.

Legend has it that there was a clever child in the village near this small river who liked to play in the mountains and rivers, and was determined to visit all the famous mountains and rivers in the world.

One hot summer day, the child walked to the small river of the red lotus pond with a lotus leaf on his head, and when he saw that the river water was extremely clear, he took off his clothes and jumped into the river to take a bath.

How do you know that there is a water ghost hidden in this river, who has been hiding in the depths of the river and waiting for the right opportunity to find a substitute ghost.

Seeing the child jump into the river, the water ghost grabbed the child's ankle and dragged him into the water, and by the time the nearby farmer heard the cry for help and rushed to the river panting, the child was gone, and only a lotus leaf floating on the water was left.

In the end, in order to commemorate the drowning child, everyone named the river the Lotus River...

When he came to the Lotus River, Ye Feng pulled some weeds by the river and made a straw rope around his waist, rolled up his trousers, found a shallow beach and started fishing.

In just a moment, the straw rope around the young man's waist wore seven or eight Lu fish.

Returning to the shore, he raised his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky to estimate the hour, and Ye Feng, who was a young man, wanted to take advantage of the time to roast two fish and eat them before returning to the inn.

After finding some stones and branches nearby, Ye Feng set up a bonfire, peeled and washed the two fish, put on the branches, and roasted them on the fire.

"It smells so good!"

An immature voice interrupted the movement of Ye Feng's hand.

Xun Sheng looked at it, and saw a boy with a braided hair on the top of his head, wearing only a red belly pocket on his body, a bare buttocks, and pink skin with big eyes was standing not far away looking at the grilled fish in his hand, and saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Thinking of the legend of this lotus leaf river water ghost, Ye Feng's heart suddenly felt a little hairy, and he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

After a moment of stalemate, the young man's sensitive intuition told him that this little bare-ass boy like a ginseng doll had no ill will towards him, so he picked up a grilled fish and asked the little boy tentatively, "Do you want to eat it?"

The red-bellied kid nodded, then squatted down in place, just quietly looking at the grilled fish in Ye Feng's hand, not moving.

"Give. ”

Ye Feng stretched out the grilled fish in his hand.

Looking at the grilled fish in Ye Feng's hand, the little boy squatted on the ground and hesitated, but after all, he still couldn't resist the temptation of the food, trotted over and snatched it away, gobbling up his big mouth.

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh at the little boy's appearance, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Biting..."

The little boy had fish in his mouth and said something slurred.

"What?"

Ye Feng didn't hear clearly, frowned and asked.

The little boy raised his neck and swallowed the fish in his mouth, explaining, "My name is Qiao, Qiaoqiao is Qiao"

"Coincidentally?"

Ye Feng repeated it suspiciously, and nodded while roasting the fish in his hand: "What a special name..."

Coincidentally, he didn't reply, and his little hand held a row of clean fish bones and looked directly at the other grilled fish on the fire, and his saliva flowed down again.

Ye Feng was speechless when he saw this, and secretly said that this child is so good to eat, he shook his head helplessly, and handed the last grilled fish to Qiao.

Coincidentally, he took it with a swish, unceremoniously gulped up, and continued vaguely while eating:

"I... There was only one old man next to me for as long as I can remember, because I sometimes like to say that it was a coincidence, so the old man named me Qiaoqiao. ”

Ye Feng nodded abruptly and asked, "Is the old man in your mouth your grandfather?"

"Grandpa's fart!"

Qiao spit out a fish bone and scolded fiercely, and pursed his mouth, "That old man is half of my neighbor if he dies, and there are a lot of every day!"

After that, he continued to bury his head in the grilled fish.

Ye Feng looked up at the hour, patted his palm, turned his head to Qiao beside him and smiled: "Okay, you eat, it's not early, I have to go." ”

After speaking, he didn't stay any longer, Wu got up and lifted the straw rope wearing Luyu, and slowly walked down the mountain of the red lotus pond.

"Where are you going?"

A coincidental voice came from behind him.

"Longyou City, I'm a buddy in an inn in the city. ”

Ye Feng replied.

"Coincidentally, wait for me, I'll also go to Longyou City!"

"Oh, your home is in the city?"

"No, the old man asked me to help him get something in the city. ”

"Let's go together. ”

"Okay!"

In an inn, the blind old man's ancestors and grandchildren, the fat and thin monk, the Xiao father and son, and the master and servant of Ah Fu all came to the front hall of the inn and found a table to sit down, as if waiting for someone to arrive, and there were some scattered ordinary diners.

"There's an inn? Well, good name, good name! The man who took the name must have been a man of erudition, and even the couplet at the door was so fresh and refined!

As he spoke, a handsome man wearing a jade crown and a handsome face, wearing a brocade white robe, and holding a folding fan walked into the inn.

The white-clothed man stood in the room and glanced around, his eyes touched the white-robed monk who looked at him at the same time, and nodded with a smile.

As for the blind old man and the Xiao family father and son, they still bowed their heads and drank tea at the table, as if they didn't see his arrival.

"Division..."

The little proprietress at the counter saw the young man in white walking towards her, and hurriedly got up and wanted to say hello, but was interrupted by the latter smiling and raising her hand.

"Shhhh ”

The white-clothed man said something with a tangle of his mouth, then turned his head and glanced at the people behind him, turned around and said to the little proprietress: "Little proprietress, find a good guest room for me, I will stay here for two days." ”

The man in white reached out and took out a silver ingot from his arms, raised his hand and threw it to the little proprietress.

The latter put away the silver ingot with bright eyes and was just about to speak, when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Ye Feng, who was about to enter the door not far away, and the little boy with a red belly pocket and a bare ass behind the young man.

"Hey, Xiao Ye Feng, why did you bring an exhibitionist back?"

Ye Feng glanced at the inn full of diners, his expression was somewhat embarrassed, and he walked quickly to the counter and explained in a whisper:

"Little proprietress lady, this child came to the city to get something, but there are no relatives in the city, I saw that one of his children could not bear to bring him back, and let him live in a room with me when the time came, and the food money was deducted from my salary. ”

"You!"

The little proprietress still had something to say, but the coincidental one on the side wrinkled her little nose with her hands on her waist, and interjected and scolded with an experienced appearance: "Little brat, don't I just come to stay here for a few days, if you don't say anything again, believe it or not, I'll beat you!"

The little proprietress was about to explode when she was scolded by a bad night, and out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught the fingers of the white-clothed man holding the folding fan on the side shaking slightly, so she had to snort angrily and sit on the stool angrily, and turned her head to look out of the door.

Seeing this, Ye Feng hurriedly pulled Qiao and ran to his bedroom upstairs, for fear that the little proprietress would regret it.

When passing by the table of the blind old man and the Xiao father and son, he coincidentally raised his little fist at a few people with a wrinkled little nose, and then made a movement to wipe his neck.

The blind old man smiled indifferently, and the Xiao father and son only lowered their heads and drank tea, as if they didn't see it.

In a private room of the inn, the graceful white-clothed man held a folding fan and admired an ink painting painted on the screen, while the little proprietress stood aside respectfully, without the casual pungency of the past.

"This painting was painted when I traveled in Daqin in the past, and the folk customs of that place are very simple..."

The man in white looked at the scene in the painting and fell into memory, looking nostalgic.

"That young man named Ye Feng, tell me about it. ”

Retracting his thoughts, the man in white turned his head sideways and said to the little proprietress.

"Uncle Shi recognizes him?"

The little proprietress was a little surprised.

The man in white shook his head, "I don't know, it's just that he has an aura on him, which is very similar to a friend of mine." ”

As he spoke, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, as if he remembered someone or something.

The little proprietress said "oh", sorted out her thoughts, and told the boy in white about Ye Feng's experience when he came to the inn and his usual performance, and the more she talked, the more radiant she became.

The boy in white sat at the table and drank tea leisurely, opened the folding fan in his hand and listened quietly.

On the white fan surface, there is a calligraphy brush with the word "leave" written vigorously.

This personable man in white is none other than Nie Li, who is half a friend in Leng Nuan's mouth!