"Or ......"

"Forget it, that old thing is old, and he still has the face of a young man, and he does everything by his heart, not for the common people, I think he is a person in the Demon Sect. The young man hurriedly shook his head, and before the old Taoist priest could speak, he knew what he was thinking.

"Then what if you don't look for him, if you want to talk about ability, he is still the most capable, maybe there is a way. ”

"Bullshit, it's all ......" Jiang Feng said, he shut up, "Just look for it, but I'm talking ahead, don't expect me to give him a good face." ”

......

"yes, and anything like that?"

A young man in a pale cyan robe sat at the tea table, holding a small teacup of jasper in his hand, took a sip of tea gently, looked at the young man opposite him with great interest, and chuckled.

In the most prosperous area of the imperial city of the cicada country, there is a teahouse, the teahouse has three floors, but it is actually three and a half floors.

The first floor is the widest, after entering from the gate, there are some tea tables and tea seats, there is a staircase on the side, and after going up, there is also a circle of tables and chairs, the best position is the position of the attic by the window, where the stage is seen inside, and the street is looked out.

Sitting across from the young man was a young man, who, judging from his clothes, was also a descendant of a wealthy businessman.

The young man held his chin and looked at the young man, trying to see something on the young man's face, but after looking at it for a long time, he shook his head.

"Uncle Cicada, haven't you heard of this legend?"

This young man is the owner of the teahouse named "Wu Mingxuan", whose surname is "Mu" and his name is "Chanda".

This cicada word collided with the cicada of the cicada country, but the royal family did not condemn its guilt and did not make it change, and some people said that this cicada word was given by the founding emperor of the cicada country.

Mu Jia Chan looks like he is in his twenties, with a dusty temperament, and others look like a flawless piece of jasper.

But although he was in his twenties, when the young man on the other side was still in the general horn, Wu Mingxuan and Mu Qician had already stopped here.

The young man is fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is dancing elephants, except for some important things in the past ten years, he has never been absent from this Wu Mingxuan.

"Nine Emperor Princes, do you know anything else about this legend?" Mu Jia Chan is a little interested in these legendary things, and knows more, and can also make up a few more paragraphs to talk about with these tea guests.

This young man is the youngest prince of this cicada country, named Yan Guiming, ranked ninth, he doesn't like government affairs, so he likes to soak in this teahouse, sometimes listening to Mu Jia Chan's lectures, sometimes listening to two plays, and even the emperor almost forgot that he had such a son.

"Yes, Uncle Cicada, you are also in this story. Yan Guiming leaned forward mysteriously.

"Oh, what do you say?" said Mu Chan, sipping his tea, a curious look on his face.

"There are legends in the palace that you are this strange person, otherwise ten years later, why are you still like this, and you don't see old at all. Yan Guiming stared at Mu Jia Chan, for fear of missing any series.

Mu Qician smiled and pointed to his sideburns, "Who said that I am not old at all, you see that my temples are a little dyed with snow these days." ”

"Cut. Yan Guiming pouted, "Uncle Cicada, if you walk on the street with me, anyone thinks that the two of us are like brothers, where would you think that you were like this decades ago, unlike my father, who has just passed without confusion, and looks like ......a broken candle in the wind."

"Yo, young master, don't dare to talk nonsense. Mu Jia Chan hurriedly covered Yan Guiming's mouth.

Yan Guiming's eyes widened, as if he was also frightened by his own words just now, he hurriedly looked left and right, and gently slapped his mouth, "Wrong, wrong, my father has no borders, my father has no borders." ”

"I don't have to worry about anything every day, I just tell you some stories about the rivers and lakes, drink tea, and walk around, how can I get old. Mu Qicia lifted the small pot and gave Yan Guiming half a cup, "It's like your father, you have to worry about national affairs every day." ”

Sixteen years ago, the founding emperor of the Cicada Kingdom died, Yan Guiming's father ascended the throne, and gave birth to the ninth son in the same year, named Guiming.

"Hey......" Yan Guiming let out a long sigh, "I really want to go back to when I was a child, my father was physically strong, and my brothers could get along harmoniously." ”

"What do you want to do with this, you're not too young, why don't you fight with your brother for the throne?" asked Mu Qichan, not worrying that the people around him would hear it.

"Uncle Cicada, don't you dare. Yan Guiming snorted, "I'm stupid by nature, I'm lazy, I just want to come to Wu Mingxuan every day to listen to Uncle Cicada talk and deal with political affairs, my brothers are much better than me." ”

"Hey. She turned her head to look out the window.

There were two or three people in the restaurant opposite, dressed like ordinary people, but they glanced over from time to time.

The drama on the stage shook his sleeves and sang poignantly, and it seemed that the tea in the cup had become much more bitter.

Mu Qician looked at Yan Guiming, who was crying because of this tragic drama in front of the table, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know if this kid really didn't know, or pretended to be like this.

Mu Jia Cicada also looked at the drama on the stage, secretly distracted.

After singing this play, Yan Guiming wiped his red eyes and sobbed again and again.

"Tell me about you. Mu Qician shook his head with a smile and stood up, "Okay, I'll go backstage, you also go to wash your face, you are also a prince, what does it look like to cry like this." ”

"Okay, okay, Uncle Cicada walks slowly. Yan Guiming took out a handkerchief and wiped it on his face, as if he had washed his face.

Mu Jia Chan walked in front of everyone's table, no matter what status of the person, they all smiled and greeted Mu Qi Chan, and Mu Qi Chan also returned the salute one by one.

"Sir. ”

As soon as he walked backstage, the scene that had just come off the stage was removing his makeup backstage, and he saw Mu Jia Chan coming from the bronze mirror, and quickly got up and saluted Mu Jia Chan.

Mu Jia Chan smiled and nodded, "It's okay, you're busy with yours, don't worry about me." ”

The actor said yes twice, and turned around to wipe the powder on his face.

"By the way, Lianyu, it's almost time to get the monthly money, remember to go to Qiqi to get the monthly money when you go back. When the shepherd carried a folding fan and walked to the door, he turned around and said to the play.

"Yes. The actor got up and saluted the herd.

Mu Qician looked at him, sighed softly, and then lifted the door curtain and walked onto the stage, and the tea guests who were chatting just now quieted down.

Lianyu's original name was Goudan, and her father was a soldier in the army, a soldier who would not leave his name even if he died in battle.

When he was young, his father died on the battlefield, and the mother and son barely maintained food and clothing with the support of their father's comrades.

But even in the prosperous times, how could the wind and rain be smooth all the way, Pian Yu's mother was sick, and in order to treat the disease, the family, which had no savings, had a lot of foreign debts.

Eight years ago, Lianyu's mother died of illness, and it coincided with the rainy season, so Lianyu knelt on the long street for three days, only to sell her body to bury her mother.

On the fourth day, Mu Qician walked out of Wu Mingxuan, held an umbrella and walked in front of Lianyu, "You go with me." ”

Lianyu nodded, trying to stand up, but her body shook twice, and she fell into the rain that had been deposited for the past few days.

The cicada picked up the elm on his back, and looked up to see that in the direction where the elm had been kneeling, there was an elm tree that was about to die.

Mu Jia Cicada looked at the elm tree, then turned his head to look at his shoulder, the child who already had a somewhat delicate appearance, looked at the elm tree and said, "Live well." ”

......

"Storytelling, singing, drama and persuasion, the three avenues go to the center, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world ......"

"Smack. Mu Jia Chan knocked on his hand and continued, "It's vicissitudes!"

"Good!"

"Last time, we said that this Xiao Shaoxia said goodbye to the eldest lady of the Lin family......

Behind the stage, Lianyu took off her costume and changed into a regular dress.

"Brother Mercy. A young girl walked in with a basin of water and put the beaten water on the shelf, "When the water is ready, wash your face quickly, and I'll go get a hand towel." ”

The girl hung a jade pendant around her waist, and the jade pendant had two words "Qiqi" written on it.

Before Lianyu could speak, Qiqi ran out again.

Lian Yu looked at the door, walked slowly to the basin, rolled up her sleeves, picked up the water and poured it on her face, and thoroughly washed the remaining powder.

Looking up at the bronze mirror, I couldn't help but be stunned, the face in the bronze mirror was as delicate as a woman, and my eyes were dark.

"Brother Pian Yu, give. Qiqi handed a handkerchief to Lianyu.

Lian Yu bowed down and politely took it, "Thank you, Miss." ”

Qiqi also seemed to be accustomed to his distance, as if he didn't feel cold, and waited for Lianyu to wipe his face, took the handkerchief and put it in the basin.

"Miss, I'm going to take my leave. "Lianyu bowed down and bowed to Qiqiyi.

Qiqi's eyes flashed a little gloomy, seeing that Lianyu had already stepped out of the door, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly chased a few steps, "Brother Lianyu, this is the monthly money." ”

"Thank you. ”

......

"Miss Qiqi, why are you so troubled. ”

A young man wearing a coarse cloth dress and an old rag on his shoulders saw Qiqi sitting on Wu Mingxuan's door frame, his hands on his cheeks, looking at the direction in which Lianyu disappeared.

Although the boy's clothes are shabby, his body is straight.

"Ze Feng, you are still young, you don't know, if Hua Ting can meet at the age of the year, even if there is no result, it is worth it. Qiqi retracted his gaze and looked at Ze Feng, "Ze Feng, what do you want to achieve even if you spend your whole life." ”

"Wandering the rivers and lakes!" Ze Feng's eyes lit up and he looked into the distance.

His eyes were clear, as if he were a child who had never been in the world.

"Yes, he is my Jianghu. ”

Qiqi smiled, stood up, took out one or two lines of silver from his waist, and threw it to Ze Feng, "I have the moon money today, Ze Feng, go home tomorrow and take a look, I heard that Uncle Xun has been sick recently." ”

"Okay," Ze Feng took the silver, bit his lip, and retreated to the store.

After dinner in the evening, Mu Jia Chan saw that Ze Feng was leaving, and beckoned to Ze Feng, "Ze Feng, you come." ”

Xue Feng followed Mu Qi Chan to the inner room, and Mu Qi Chan took out a delicate small box, "Xue Feng, Xun Sange caused a cold a few days ago, this tea can warm up and go cold, and make it for Xun Sange after lunch." ”

"Thank you, sir, for bothering him. Ze Feng took the small box and respectfully saluted the herd.

Mu Jia Cicada chuckled and waved his hand, "Okay, let's go back." ”

Ze Feng nodded, thanked him again, thought about it, and had nothing to clean up, packed the small box, and walked out of Wu Mingxuan.

Ze Feng's father is Xun San, a meat seller in the south of the city, and Xun came to the cicada country with Xiao Ze Feng who was still a baby thirty-four years ago.

Xiao Zefeng walked into Wu Mingxuan's gate for the first time when he was six years old, lying on the fence and listening to the rivers and lakes in the mouth of the herdsman.

Xun Zefeng yearns for the rivers and lakes, but Xun San only thinks about letting Zefeng inherit this small butcher shop.

Ze Feng stood in front of the courtyard gate, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the courtyard door, faintly hearing a few coughs from inside.

"Squeak......

The door opened, Xun San looked up and saw Xue Feng, his back that had already bent down was straight again, "You're back?"

"Hmm. Ze Feng followed Xun San into the courtyard.

Xue Feng looked at Xun San's back, the two of them had a tacit understanding, and neither of them spoke first, the two of them entered the main room and sat down across the table.

"Xue Feng, it's okay in Wu Mingxuan. ”

"It's fine. ”

"That's good. ”

Ze Feng opened his mouth and looked very difficult to speak, "Dad, I heard that you are sick?"

"Well, I had a cold two days ago, but it's not a big deal, just rest for two days. ”

"That's good......"

Neither of them mentioned his rivers and lakes, or his butcher's shop.

Because they know that as long as they mention it, they will inevitably quarrel again.

The courtyard is very remote and quiet, and when you look out of the window, you can only see the bright moon in the sky.

......

Wu Mingxuan can also be regarded as the first-class highest in the outer city of Cicada City, and Mu Qician is sitting on the roof, looking at the imperial city in the distance.

There was the sound of Si Xi Suo from behind him, Qiqi stepped on the ladder, carefully poked out half of his head, and secretly looked at the back of the cicada with his eyes.

"Qiqi, come up. ”

Mu Xia's gentle voice came, Qiqi blinked, and first brought a small table up, on which was a plate of sauced beef, a small wine bottle, and two glasses.

"Master, what are you looking at? Qiqi placed the small table firmly on the ridge between the two.

"Look at the fate of life and fate. ”

"Master, what's fate? Qiqi picked up the wine bottle with both hands and filled the cup of the herdsman.

Mu Jia Cicada took a sip of wine lightly, "Seventy-eight years ago, this city was surnamed Cicada, and this is your fate with me. ”

"We?"

"Mercy Elm, Gui Ming, Xue Feng, and you. Mu Jia Chan looked at Qiqi's eyes, "But if you have fate, you will have all kinds of suffering." ”

"Master, I don't understand. Qiqi hugged his knees and looked in the direction of the imperial city.

Mu Jia Chan looked into the distance with deep eyes, reached out and touched Qiqi's head, "Who can understand." ”

"Master, I may drink a little. Qiqi pointed to the small wine bottle.

"You've already brought two cups up, and you're asking if I can drink them?"

"Hehe, thank you, Master!" Qiqi took the small wine bottle and poured himself half a glass.

It's just that the seventy-eight years of wind and rain also indicate that the wind and rain will come.

When Qiqi rubbed his eyes and went back to sleep, Mu Qician held up the wine glass on the small table with one hand, and said lightly to the side, "What are you two coming here for?"

"Just look at how you've been, you're doing a good role-playing. Jiang Feng said.