"When I am drunk, I have a thought of joy and sorrow, and I know how happy I am in the past life............."

Seeing that there were still two tables of guests left in the tavern, Song Lanjiang heard someone chanting poems in the tavern, looking for a voice, and saw the white-clothed scholar who had greeted Song Lanjiang and asked if the wine table was free, he was holding a wine glass in one hand and reciting poetry.

Mr. Wu, who was sitting at the counter, listened to the poems chanted by the scholar in white, put down the completed account book in his hand and walked out of the counter, holding a white porcelain wine jug in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and walked to the white-clothed scholar with a smile and sat down.

"This scholar's name is Mr. Yu, he lives in our inn, and he drinks alone until late every day, and Mr. Wu will accompany him to drink a pot of wine whenever he has free time. Drew looked at Song Lanjiang curiously and explained.

"Is he reading poetry?" asked Song Lanjiang curiously.

"Well, Mr. Wu said yes, he said that this scholar is amazing. Drew explained.

"What's the use of poetry?" Mr. Song said.

"I don't know, it doesn't seem to work. Drew replied.

"Hmm. Song Lanjiang affirmed that he felt that the things that could not fill his stomach were really useless.

"Mr. Yu is very rich. Drew suddenly said to Song Lanjiang.

"Huh?" Song Lanjiang wondered, not knowing why Drew suddenly said that.

"Secretly tell you, after Mr. Yu lived with us, there were always people from the four-dart game who sent valuable gifts, although I don't know what the gift is, but the brocade box containing the gift is worth a lot of money. Drew mysteriously told Mr. Song the secret.

Nodding, Song felt that he didn't understand a little, but he thought that he should give feedback on some movements for Drew to see.

Song Lanjiang and Drew gossiped in the tavern like this.

The bright moon that had risen high in the sky was hanging, the moonlight was sprinkled on the ground and a frosty color, and the backyard inn had lit up rows of red lanterns, illuminating the courtyard lights brightly.

In one of the upper rooms, the woman who had just been singing in the tavern was talking to a one-armed man.

"Xiao Tang, this time you go to Che Chi Guo to be more cautious. The one-armed man said as he sat straight on a chair in the room.

"Don't worry, Brother Han, I am the leader of the Tang Qianyan, and I am no longer the child who followed you back then. The woman has taken off the veil on her face, revealing the face of the country and the city, she is Tang Yan, the leader of the Tang Qianyan under Prime Minister Zhongda.

Facing a one-armed man like a family, Tang Yan could be very casual, she leaned back on the chair, her bare feet, her head was leaning back and her hands were pillowed, her autumn eyes looked at the moonlight, and she answered the words of the one-armed man Brother Han with a smile.

"No matter how many times I've seen you, I'm still not used to the way you look now. Brother Han, the one-armed man, looked at Tang Yan's beautiful appearance and said.

"I'm very content now, and the sunflower classics I practice are very mysterious. Tang Yan continued to say casually.

As if he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, Tang Yan changed his words, Tang Yan got up and sat upright, pinched his delicate chin with his jade fingers, and said with a smile, "It's not easy to talk about this Yilan City outside the Saiwai, just now in this small tavern, there are a few people who have not been affected by me." ”

Speaking of this, Tang Yan thought of the young guy who bumped into her and made a stinky face at her, which made Tang Yan laugh.

"Well, let's leave tomorrow?" the one-armed man, Brother Han, asked noncommittally to Tang Yan.

"Open the gates tomorrow morning and leave. Tang Yan replied.

"Then we'll see each other in three years, don't die. The one-armed man Brother Han said.

"See you in three years, you have to live too. Tang Yan swept a smile on his face and replied seriously.

"The moon is the most taboo. ”

"Bing Feng is not afraid of the cold. ”

"Take care. ”

"Take care. ”

Brother Han, the one-armed man, had quietly left the wing, Tang Yan sat alone in the room and felt bored, turned her beautiful eyes, copied a jar of liquor, gently pushed the window, and wore a rose-purple Luo skirt barefoot, like a feather floating on the roof with the wind, and falling on the roof like a piece of paper.

Tang Yan leaned on the ridge of the room, lazily lying on her side, facing the moon, raised the wine jar in her hand high, poured a large sip of wine into her mouth, and drank the wine in one gulp, Tang Yan swung the back of her hand to wipe off the wine droplets that did not exist on her chin.

Humming an unknown song in his heart, Tang Yan shook his white feet along with the tune, if anyone saw it at this moment, they would definitely think that the fairy had descended to the earth.

In the tavern, Song Lanjiang bent down and swept the stairs of the tavern, the guests of the tavern had already settled and dispersed, and the white-clothed scholars Mr. Yu and Mr. Wu had finished drinking the pot of wine, and they had returned to the inn drunk.

The door opened, and a sudden gust of cold wind blew in, and before anyone could enter, a hearty voice entered the tavern with the cold wind.

"Brother Drew, let's see if there is any food in the back kitchen, the city lord called us for a meeting today, and I miss the food at home. ”

Hearing this voice, everyone in the tavern knew that it was Yibu who came, and Song Lanjiang pretended not to know and continued to clean the stairs.

"Okay~, Brother Eevee, I'll go to the back kitchen to see if there's anything hot and delicious, and I'll arrange it for you." ”

Seeing that it was Eevee, Drew closed the door in his hand, responded immediately, and trotted to the back kitchen with a cigarette.

Song Lanjiang saw Ibu enter the tavern, greeted Mr. Wu, took hot water himself, and sat on a table in front of the counter.

"Hehe, Brother Yibu, Wu picked up some peony white tea in the market in the morning, let's taste a pot, it's good. ”

Seeing that Eevee was drinking hot water, Mr. Wu took out a mud teapot from the counter, held it up and gestured to Eevee.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, Ibu is waiting to taste Mr. Wu's craftsmanship. Ibu replied to Mr. Wu behind the counter.

"Okay, okay, here we go. Mr. Wu smiled, lowered his head and moved around to take out all kinds of delicate utensils, and Song Lanjiang didn't know any of them.

At this time, Song Lanjiang had already finished all the work in the tavern, and he thought that he would hurry up to the backyard to find Ayisha to pick up the little girl.

"Stubborn boy, come and sit down when you're done and talk to Eevee. Yibu seemed to have finally discovered Song Lanjiang and shouted at Song Lanjiang.

Song Lanjiang, who was about to quietly withdraw, heard Yibu's voice, so he had to stop, turned around and looked at Yibu and shook his head.

"The boss and Ayisha will come to settle the accounts for a while, and it will not be hindered to sit for a while, and this matter has something to do with you. Yi Bu said to Song Lanjiang.

When Song Lanjiang heard Yi Bu say this, he walked over with his head stiff, took out a stool, sat opposite Yi Bu expressionlessly, and looked at Yi Bu directly.

"Stubborn boy, I have a meeting in the City Lord's Mansion today, and this matter really has something to do with you. Yi Bu looked at Song Lanjiang and said solemnly.

Nodding, Song Lanjiang said that he was listening carefully, although he didn't know what the major events of the City Lord's Mansion would have to do with him.

"Lu Xuanji has made a move, guess where he hid the "Sword Sutra" he stole ....."