Entering the house, Han Bing couldn't help but look around, and then asked, "Is Brother Meng not here?"

"There is a military marquis who has a birthday in the mansion and recruited Jin Liang to play a military drama. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis performance will take more than half a day, and I will be able to come back after dinner. Meng Jinghong replied as he motioned for the two young men to sit down.

Song Qingfeng glanced at the hardwood high chair in front of him, gritted his teeth secretly, endured the pain in his legs, and slowly sat down. Once he sat down, he was in a mood for himself, his eyes widening to see the joke of the guy with the wound on his buttocks.

It's a pity that Han Bing's mind was not on this at this time, and he was asking Meng Jinghong with a curious face: "Joining the army, but that kind of funny burlesque?"

Meng Jinghong nodded, but his face was gloomy, "Qiu Niang's accident, I can't perform a few plays that I am already familiar with, but there are dozens of people in the troupe, and they all need silver for food, clothing, housing and transportation." Jin Liang was also helpless, so he took on such a job. ”

Han Bing's expression also darkened, and he shook his head and said: "Brother Meng's temperament is strong, not only is he resolutely not using your pension money, but he doesn't even accept the medicine I gave Miss Meng." Fortunately, I begged Sister Xiangjun to treat Miss Meng, and he was embarrassed to save Sister Xiangjun's face, and reluctantly accepted the medicine left by Sister Xiangjun. Listening to Sister Xiangjun, Miss Meng was really seriously injured, and I am afraid that within a few months, she will not be able to sing on stage. ”

Meng Jinghong couldn't help but sigh, "In vain, Meng Jinghong has dominated the rivers and lakes for many years, and when I am old, I can't even protect my descendants! Back then, my son and daughter-in-law died at the hands of the enemy, leaving only Jin Liang and Qiu Niang, two young grandchildren. Because I was afraid that they would follow in my footsteps and end up with a family full of enemies and a lifetime of trouble, I did not pass on to them the skill of stealing, but only let them learn the skill I usually use to disguise my identity - singing. Who knew that this world was sinister, and even these small people who lived in peace were not spared, and they were bullied to the point of being bullied!"

Song Qingfeng was confused when he heard it on the side, and couldn't help but secretly pull a handful of cold ice, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you and this Meng thief?"

Before Han Bing could reply, Meng Jinghong slapped his thigh and said: "The old man is really too rude! Just because he mentioned his injured granddaughter, he was confused for a while, and he actually neglected the distinguished guest, and asked General Song to forgive me!"

Song Qingfeng hurriedly said: "Meng Lao is polite! I came to eat with Han Bing, where is the distinguished guest? Please don't be polite, just call me Qingfeng." ”

Han Bing also smiled on the side: "Old Meng, you don't have to be polite to him! Otherwise, this kid is afraid that he will be secretly worried, could it be that you have taken a fancy to some good things in his Jingyuan Marquis's Mansion again!"

Meng Jinghong glared, but he still couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and his sad and uncontrollable mood was somewhat relieved. He sighed and said to Song Qingfeng: "Since you are a friend of Han Bing, then the old man will ask you to call you 'Qingfeng'." Speaking of which, Han Bing and I can also be called friends for the year, but since he learned to sing Hui Opera with me, according to the rules handed down by his ancestors, he must have some reputation, so he will call me 'Meng Lao'. ”

"Singing Hui opera?" Song Qingfeng was really taken aback at this moment! It turned out that Han Bing did not learn stealing skills from Meng Jinghong, but learned to sing, but this made people feel more and more strange and abnormal, and there must be a lot of articles in it.

"Not bad. More than a month ago, this kid suddenly found me, and he said that he wanted to learn to sing Hui Opera with me. Naturally, I refused, but this kid refused to leave. In the end, I pestered him, so I made a promise with him that if he could defeat me, he could stay and learn to play. Speaking of this, Meng Jinghong couldn't help laughing at himself, "It's ridiculous that I have been conceited and known countless people in my life, but who would have thought that in the end, I would have been planted in the hands of such a kid who is the best at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

Song Qingfeng couldn't help but turn his head to look at the cold ice that was swaying around the room with his hands behind his back, and he was secretly surprised in his heart. Listening to the meaning of Meng Jinghong's words, he actually lost to this young man who was not yet a weak crown. But that day on the lake, he had already seen the light skills of the cold ice, although it was indeed exquisite, but it could only be regarded as a first-class master. How could he compete with this famous thief saint with his own skills, how could he compete with this famous thief saint?

Meng Jinghong has long been an old man, and just from Song Qingfeng's slight action, he can see the suspicion in his heart. So, he stretched his leg slightly and kicked up an empty chair beside him. I don't know what force he exerted on his legs, but the empty chair spun rapidly and silently, and slammed into the cold ice that was staring down at a pile of things in the corner!

Seeing that the corner of the chair was about to sweep to the back of the ice, his body suddenly twisted extremely strangely, and he avoided the incoming chair in an incredible posture. The chair didn't stop, and it slammed directly into the wall. However, at the moment when it was about to hit the wall, it made a strange arc in the air, spun and flew back, and the back of the chair swept horizontally with its cold legs!

The icy legs rose into the air without making a move, and landed directly on the back of the flying chair. Then, with a flick of his left foot, he straightened the flying chair and let it fall back to the ground.

Han Bing winked at Song Qingfeng, who was stunned, and then said with a smile: "Thank you Meng Lao for sitting down!"

Only then did Song Qingfeng know that it turned out that Han Bing had not revealed his true kung fu at all before, and he must have had a plan in his heart to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger and put himself on the table at any time!

The next scene really surprised Song Qingfeng! Originally, he had opened his mouth and was about to laugh wildly, but he was suddenly stunned and couldn't laugh anymore.

As soon as I saw the cold ass Fang Fang hit the chair, his face changed, and one hand grabbed the edge of the chair suddenly, and he sat there firmly, motionless. And his eyes were still fixed on the pile of things in the corner of the room, as if he had been fascinated.

"How? This kid's kung fu is really unfathomable!" Meng Jinghong, who was unaware of the abnormality of the cold ice, was still sighing there, "Although the old man had a draw with him on the surface, he always felt that this kid's martial arts were more than that, so he had to agree to his request and began to teach him to sing Hui opera. Who knew that since then, he has been falsely accused, not only come to me every now and then to eat, but also almost forced out my singing skills at the bottom of the box. This kid's ability to learn drama is really amazing, and after a month, he is no longer inferior to my grandson who has been playing since childhood!"

At this moment, most of Song Qingfeng's mind was still on Han Bing's strange behavior, obviously the pain was so painful that the cold sweat came down, but this kid couldn't bear it, was he afraid of being ridiculed by himself, or for some other reason? It's just that this kid's ability to endure pain is really admirable, and he sat on the hardwood chair so violently, and the injury on his buttocks must have hurt very badly......

“...... Originally, I had promised to let him sing on stage in the near future, but how could this one-man show continue to sing?!" Meng Jinghong, who was still chattering, suddenly sighed.

This long sigh temporarily pulled Song Qingfeng's mind back. He already had a lot of speculations about the purpose of learning from the cold ice, but he has always been calm, and he has never easily asked about this kind of thing that may involve other people's secrets. But when he heard Meng Jinghong say that Han Bing was really ready to sing on stage, he couldn't help but be even more surprised.

Although he himself has no prejudice against the singing industry, after all, in today's Dayu, the status of a servant is extremely low, and he is just an artist who pleases people. Of course, there are also some people from rich backgrounds, and even in the previous dynasty, there were people who were obsessed with this skill and learned to sing, which is not surprising. So when he heard that Han Bing was learning drama, although Song Qingfeng suspected that he had other plans, he didn't care too much.

Although Han Bing claims to be a person with no surname, his identity is not lowly, and the flower doctor who is known as the "Holy Hand of the Medical Country" is his uncle, and I am afraid that no prince of a family in this capital will dare to look down on him. With his identity, he sang on stage in public, which is really shocking. I just don't know if this audacious move was approved by the flower god doctor, or if this kid made his own decision and was ready to fight again?

A series of questions finally made Song Qingfeng couldn't help but ask: "Does he really want to sing on stage, what kind of play?"

"Queqiao Meeting"!" Han Bing suddenly interjected with a smile on the side, "A cowherd like me who is in the wind, Brother Song is afraid that he has never seen it, right?"

Song Qingfeng realized that this kid had come to the table at some point, and even the chair that Meng Jinghong had kicked for him had moved over with him.