Jiang Xiaoman turned around and walked to the window, looking through the window at the white robe with an iron sword and jumping away, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

"What's wrong, Ginger Worm?"

Ji Xiaoyue was curious and looked out by the window, always feeling that something was not quite right with Jiang Xiaoworm.

The young man retracted his gaze, scratched his head and said with some uncertainty: "The person who committed the anger of the public just now seems to be my Dugu cousin." ”

Fang Cai hurriedly just saw a back, with an iron sword and a white robe, like Dugu Yin.

It's just that Jiang Xiaoman is a little puzzled that he, the 'second master', has always been a smiling tiger, with a thick face and a black heart, and such a gaffe like today is not like the style of the 'Blood Rakshasa'.

Dugu Yin entered the borderland, but he came to replace the eleventh uncle of the old ruffian and became one of the two overseers under the eight generations of town border army Hou Jiang Ye.

Sitting on one side, commanding nearly a million border troops, Wenzhi and martial arts are not inferior to Jiang Che, the eleventh prince known as the 'Great Xia Dragon Sparrow'.

"Maybe I'm dazzled...... Jiang Xiaoman shook his head and said with a chuckle: "With Uncle Dugu's temperament and amount of alcohol, he will never let himself lose his temper like today, the two of them are just a little similar in their backs." ”

Ji Xiaoyue blinked her big eyes, looking out the window at the snowfall, and the wind blew in.

The little girl couldn't help but shudder, shrunk her neck, and couldn't help muttering, "It's so cold outside!"

At this point, the snow is getting heavier and heavier.

The streets, surprisingly quiet.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of white, and there are few pedestrians.

Jiang Xiaoman looked at the low-hanging sky, raised his hand to close the window, and whispered to himself: "This weather is really a bit abnormal!"

In December of one year, it is late autumn.

Compared to the other four regions, the climate of the southern region is the warmest.

Even if it is the northernmost place in summer like Beiliangcheng, it is rare for snow to fall in October.

"Drifting snow is better than drifting snow, wait for a while, if the snow stops, let's go build a snowman, right?" Ji Xiaoyue took out a small gilt stove from her arms, held it in the palm of her hand, and said with a satisfied face.

"Speaking of which, it's been a few years since I've built a snowman!" Jiang Xiaoman looked at the street outside through the glass window, turned his head to look at the little girl who was holding the stove in her arms at this moment, and her big eyes were about to squint together, and said with a smile: "But this snow, it seems that it can't be stopped for a while." ”

"I hate it!" Ji Xiaoyue glared at Jiang Xiaoworm, who didn't understand the taste, looked at Xiao Ying with big eyes, and said happily: "Miss Xiao, let's go build a snowman later, and we won't bring Jiang Xiaoworm!"

"Huh?" Xiao Ying looked out the window at Beiliang City, which seemed to be in the clouds and fog, a little distracted, not knowing what she was thinking, she smiled lightly and said softly: "It's better to be in the house on such a snowy day, Little Moon, weren't you still shouting cold just now? The snow has stopped, and the weather will be even colder." ”

"Oh, okay!" Ji Xiaoyue slammed her chin on the corner of the table, glanced at the ginger worm holding the tea beside her, and said pitifully: "I'm hungry, ginger worm ......"

When he ordered the food, the second child said that the business was a little good today, so it might take half an hour for the food to come up. Jiang Xiaoman put down the teacup in his hand, picked up a red fruit from the table and stuffed it into the little girl's mouth, and said with a smile: "Eat a fruit first to satisfy your cravings, this persimmon fruit is only available in Beiliang City. ”

The little girl bit the sweet persimmon fruit, and said vaguely: "But I still want to eat meat......

Jiang Xiaoman shrugged his shoulders and scolded with a smile: "You love meat so much, aren't you afraid of becoming a little pig?"

Miss Xiao stroked Chixiao on her waist, looked at the young man sitting on the side, a strange flame flashed under her eyes, and then returned to normal, covered her mouth and chuckled: "Jiang Gongzi is not right to say this, Xiaoyue is so thin, just eat more meat to make up for it." ”

"Yes, yes!" Ji Xiaoyue rolled her eyes at the young man, and said happily: "Jiang Xiaoworm, you will become a pig!"

Jiang Xiaoman looked at the little girl, raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his mouth outlined a curvature, and asked with a smile: "Hey, Ji Xiaoyue, have you ever heard a story about the little fool who said yes and the little pig said no?"

The little girl was stunned, tilted her head and thought for a long time before she shook her head seriously and said, "It seems that there is no ......."

Miss Xiao was also stunned, and immediately understood, couldn't help but laugh, stretched out a green jade finger on the little girl's head, glared at Jiang Xiaoman, and said, "Little Moon, you are stupid!

Ji Xiaoyue blinked her eyes and reacted, and quickly changed her words: "I just said something wrong, I've heard it before!"

Xiao Ying smiled helplessly and poked the little girl's head lightly, "Then won't you become a little fool again?"

Ji Xiaoyue pursed her lips, glared at the young man who was smiling forward and backwards, and said angrily: "Phew, bastard ginger worm, I hate you the most!"

Jiang Xiaoman seemed to remember something, it was rare that he didn't quarrel with the little girl, stood up and looked downstairs, and wondered: "Why did you change people? When did that old gentleman leave?"

At this time, the Mochizuki Tower was still full of people.

The storyteller was replaced by a young boy waiting beside the 'Pulsatilla'.

Fang Cai, since the staggering white robe disappeared.

The old man who called himself 'Pulsatilla' also disappeared, and seemed to chase him out.

I saw that the immature child shook the folding fan gently, and his voice was crisp and pleasant.

When it comes to the brilliance, the amazing wood falls with great strength.

But I always feel that there is a lack of taste.

The story told by the child was also replaced by "The Legend of the White Snake", which was passed down by word of mouth in Kyushu.

At this time, it was said that the white snake had achieved success in cultivation and went out of the East China Sea into Kyushu, and happened to meet the place where Xu Jiaerlang secretly agreed.

There is no shortage of female relatives in the building, all of whom are attracted by the story of this childish child, and they also listen to it with relish.

Even Ji Xiaoyue and Xiao Ying couldn't help but tilt their heads sideways and listen carefully, and no longer quarreled with the young man.

I have to say that this immature boy's skills are also very good at the legend of 'Pulsatilla', and the plot is just right.

I think that in a few years, it will inevitably be better than the blue, and I will leave my name on the "Kyushu Side Door List".

Ji Xiaoyue pouted angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "It's really annoying, what's wrong with a demon? That surnamed Xu is not worthy of the love of the White Snake Fairy at all! Not even more worthy of becoming the Chixiao Sword Master!"

It turned out that under the interpretation of the storyteller, Xu Xian actually became the third ranked Chixiao sword master on the "Kyushu Famous Sword List", and his cultivation was a meritorious person.

But in the end, it turned out to be for the so-called righteousness of the human race, believing the words of the old monk Fahai, and personally cut off the head of the White Snake Fairy with the divine sword Chixiao in his hand, and sealed his soul in the Chixiao sword.

Jiang Xiaoman looked at the little girl with red eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

This girl is obviously too deep in listening to books.

"It's not worthy!" Xiao Ying cupped her chin and whispered to herself: "The monk should only be mindful of his own recitation, the white snake is obsessed with Xu Xian, and Xu Xian marries the white snake, what does it have to do with others?

Ji Xiaoyue tugged on Miss Xiao's sleeve and said pitifully: "Sister Xiao, can you release the White Snake Fairy from the sword?"

Xiao Ying looked at Ji Xiaoyue with a serious face, couldn't help but smile, untied the red long sword at her waist and handed it to the little girl: "Little Moon, Little Moon, that "The Legend of the White Snake" is just a legend compiled by later generations. Well, do you see if I have the soul of the white snake fairy in this sword?"

Holding the long sword, Ji Xiaoyue looked at it again and again, looked at it and looked at it, lowered her head and said cowardly: "It seems that there is none!"

took the Chixiao Sword from the little girl's hand, and for some reason, Miss Xiao's eyes fell on Jiang Xiaoman, intentionally or unintentionally, and said softly: "If there is really a Chixiao in this world who has always killed the white snake, then it will be broken from me." ”

"Hmm!" Ji Xiaoyue nodded seriously, then leaned back on the table and said a little sullenly: "There are obviously a lot of kind-hearted good monsters in this world, why do many stories have to say that shemales have different paths!"

"Maybe it's true as Miss Xiao said, those who write stories are jealous when they write them. Jiang Xiaoman rubbed the little girl's head and chuckled: "People say that shemales have different paths, but they don't know that in fact, it is the human heart that takes the different paths." If you really like it, even if it's a shemale with different paths, in the end, it will only be the same path after going around and around. ”

Seeing that the storyteller boy had taken the folding fan and was about to leave the table.

Jiang Xiaoman summoned a young man in a green shirt waiting on the second floor, took out two ingots of silver from his bosom and handed them to the little guy.

The big one was ordered to be passed on to the storyteller, and the small one was the reward for the little one.

"Gongzi Xie rewarded, I don't know if Gongzi has anything else to say to the little one?"

"No, it's just bothering you to go downstairs and go to the back kitchen to urge our dishes to see if it's ready. Jiang Xiaoman smiled at the little girl, but it was just a matter of interest, and he didn't want to say anything to the storyteller.

If there is, I just want to talk to the 'Pulsatilla', the Qingqiu fox girl is not as he said, after all, she is infatuated with the white clothes of the Jiang family, but she has soared to become an immortal alone.

Instead, he planted trees and made wine on the banks of the Lechuan River day and night, waiting for a person to return from the red dust.

Naturally, these words can't be said, they are too shocking, and the young man is just thinking about it.

I don't know if the silver played a role, or if the pretty chef in the Mochizuki Building was really right to handle the heat.

In short, the little guy in the green shirt went downstairs for a while.

The dishes that were full of hot and aromatic aromas were served one by one.

If you want to say that the most famous thing in the Moon Tower is the rouge chicken.

The 'Yan Chi Ji' who used to say 'Mochizuki Three Uniques', and is now a very popular minister, ascended to the heights of Yandi City last year and looked far away.

When he was drunk, he wrote the word "Remembering Beiliang", which was praised by many literati in Kyushu.

Among them, there is a sentence "The cockscomb is like rubbing carmine, which is comparable to the makeup of a beauty." ", specifically wrote about this rouge chicken.

So, no matter whether the merchants who came from the south or the north, whoever passed by Beiliangcheng definitely wanted to come to this Moon Tower to taste this rouge chicken.

It's like it's a tradition.

If you pass by Beiliang City, you don't come to sit in the Moon Tower, and you don't eat a rouge chicken, even if you don't come to Beiliang City.

It's a pity that Jiang Xiaoman can only eat vegetarian now, and he is destined to not be able to eat rouge chicken.

Regrets are inevitable, but they are nothing compared to the wishes you made at the beginning.

When the dishes were ready, the little girl couldn't help but be stunned.

Jiang Xiaoman just wanted to move the chopsticks, but he saw Ji Xiaoyue staring at the glass cup with sweet soup on the table in a daze, picked up the chopsticks and lightly tapped the little girl's head, and said with a smile: "Hey, Ji Xiaoyue, what are you thinking about this dead girl?"

"Exquisite dice?" Looking at the sweet soup with chopsticks in hand, Ji Xiaoyue murmured softly: "Master......"