Everyone ate and chatted quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was dusk, the shouting on the street gradually dispersed, and the shops were lit up with night lights, looking up, like stars sprinkled all over the world.

After Zhang Ziqi explained to Su Qianqing that he was looking for a female monk who was abducting and abusing all kinds of evil in the Western Desert, Su Qianqing patted his chest and covered the matter, and warmly invited Zhang Ziqi to go with him to "find out the news".

Su Qianqing's carriage was waiting at the door of the restaurant, this carriage was low-key and luxurious, the seemingly simple brown carriage was carved with exquisite patterns, the wheels were wrapped with the fur of foreign beasts as a buffer, and the young man dressed as a small servant was carefully feeding the two black horses with fine soybeans.

The horse's thighs and tendons are well-developed, the hair is not a trace of variegation, the eyes are bright, and the qi on the horse's body is surging like a low-level beast, and it is by no means an ordinary product in the world.

The little servant put down his stool and waited for a few people to sit in the carriage, the space in the carriage was larger than it looked, and the four people did not feel crowded, and the soft fur seats made people feel no bumps at all, of course, it was also related to the driving skills of the black-clothed guards.

The carriage was full of incense, Pi San was a little in a trance, he had never been in a carriage at all when he was so big, let alone so luxurious, he was a little restrained, and his butt only dared to touch a little, for fear of soiling the seat.

Pi Sanneng got into the carriage purely because of Zhang Ziqi's blessing, he looked sideways at the young Taoist boy beside him, and found that he was carefully wiping the dust on the scabbard with a silk scarf.

"The wind moves the flowers into the building, and the high-profile zite slows down the night sorrows......"

Su Qianqing drank about four or five glasses, he didn't have Zhang Ziqi's means, he was obviously a little drunk, half leaning on his younger brother Su Qianyue's body and humming poetry, Su Qianyue thought he had the smell of wine, covered his nose and pushed him to the other side.

"Even when you're drunk, it's the poetry of the wind and the moon, your brother is really wonderful. Zhang Ziqi quipped to Su Qianyue, he had read this poem, and there were many secular poetry novels in the Daozang Pavilion in addition to Taoist books, which was a poem made by the former Xishu Emperor to describe the grievances of the women in the Qinglou.

When he was imprisoned by Zhongshan Jun before his death, he wrote a poem of seven words written under the pretense of a prostitute to convey the pain of the country, and it reached the peak of his art.

"Who is drunk?" Su Qianqing's eyes were confused, and he pointed to his sister and shouted to senior brother, "Senior brother, each of the thirteen hairpins in the Eastern Capital has a branch, which brand are we going to pick tonight?"

"Intoxicated with the building. Zhang Ziqi was thinking about the KitKat department store of the merchant-like merchant on the edge of the building.

"Tasteful! The Ziwei girl who is intoxicated by the building plays the piano, and her mouth kung fu is even more unique. Su Qianqing showed a look of aftertaste, and shouted to the guards driving outside, "Lao Liang, go to the intoxicating building!"

The two Su Qianqing brothers should be the children of the Su family among the four major families in Zhongshan, who grew up in the eastern capital since childhood, different from the gentlemen seen in Zhang Ziqi's plays, the two did not bully men and women in the name of the family, but were a little low-key, although Su Qianqing was a little uninhibited, but it was also quite regular.

The carriage was running through the street, Su Qianqing was talking in his dreams and sleeping very soundly, while Su Qianyue looked at Zhang Ziqi with a curious face, seeing his feet from his head over and over again.

"Do I have flowers on my face?" Su Qianyue said this, and Zhang Ziqi gave it back to him now.

"Little Taoist, how old are you this year?" Su Qianyue held her chin with her hands, looked at the delicate-looking young Taoist priest in front of her, and felt that the aura on his body was very clean, different from the children of Dongdu he knew, his eyes were also very clear, and he was not contaminated with the filthy aura of the world.

Although he was laughing with himself, with his sixth sense, Su Qianyue could see the gloom hidden between his eyebrows, this little Taoist priest of his age had a maturity that should not have appeared, and he seemed to be burdened with very heavy things.

"Six out of fifty, the poor road is really good-looking. "If Zhang Ziqi knew that Su Qianyue had seen so much with his expressionless face, he would definitely ask him for the art of observing people.

"Flim Flam. Su Qianyue was so charming, her smile was so charming.

Coquettish so that Zhang Ziqi couldn't help but think of a monarch named Longyang, and thought of the prevailing men's style pavilion, suddenly a chill, shrunk to Pi San's side, smelled the sour smell on Pi San's clothes, and retreated.

"Phew!" Zhang Ziqi was in a dilemma, but the carriage stopped suddenly, and the huge inertia made everyone lean forward.

Only Zhang Ziqi did not move at all, and grabbed Pi San and Su Qianyue on his left and right, and Su Qianqing, who was asleep, was caught off guard and hit the car door headlong.

Zhang Ziqi's hand happened to grasp Su Qianyue's chest, and the softness of his hand made him a little surprised, and Su Qianyue, who was already frightened, screamed even harder.

Zhang Ziqi hurriedly let go, and Su Qianyue glared at him with resentful eyes.

Su Qianqing, who came to his senses, covered his forehead and exclaimed, he sprinkled all his anger on the car door, he kicked the door open, "Lao Liang, what's the matter!"

The horse-faced guard stretched out his hand to protect it behind him, and outside the carriage, the three black-clothed guards had their long knives unsheathed, staring at them angrily.

A luxurious carriage stood in their way, the carriage was inlaid with precious stones, and the roof was made of pure gold, shining in the dusk, pulling the cart were two red BMWs with different horns on their heads, and the aura released made the black horses of the Su family fearful.

There were more than a dozen sturdy guards beside the carriage, who were also unsheathed with weapons, glaring angrily at Su Qianqing, and the two sides were tense and on the verge of breaking out.

"Young Master, are you okay?" the horse-faced guard who was called Lao Liang by Su Qianqing looked at his red and swollen forehead and said apologetically, "That convoy deliberately found fault, and I have avoided it to the side, but they just don't want to get out of the way." ”

"I don't like to hear this, why do you want to let you, this road to the eastern capital, could it be your family's failure?"

Lao Liang's voice was loud, and the people in the carriage opposite also heard it, and said lazily.

The door of the luxury carriage was opened from the inside, and a young man with a good appearance of Su Qianqing poked his head out, the carriage was shining with golden light, and in the arms of the man, he was holding two bewitching women in half-open clothes.

"Wang Wenyao!" Su Qianqing gritted his teeth and called out the name of this person, and confirmed in his heart that he was deliberately finding fault.

"Yo, who am I, it turns out to be the suave Su Gongzi. Look at this posture, go to the kiln again, you have to be modest, if the wind falls on a woman's stomach immediately, your father's face will not be able to hang up. The two seemed to have been grudging for a long time, and the man didn't give Su Qianqing face, so he ridiculed him when he opened his mouth, and a group of domestic servants and guards also echoed him and laughed.

"I have something to do today, don't worry about you in general, get out of the way of me. Although Su Qianqing had anger in his eyes, he was a little jealous of this person and did not want to contradict him.

"What?" Wang Wenyao pretended not to hear, and asked the middle-aged guard driving the horse suspiciously, "What did he say?"

The little one didn't hear it clearly, as if it was begging for mercy or something. The guard played a double reed with him, and half of his face was tattooed with a demonic yaksha, and his smile was very hideous.

"Lao Liang, teach them a lesson. Su Qianqing no longer tolerated it, and ordered the guards to make a move.

As the saying goes, the lord humiliated the ministers to death, Su Qianqing was humiliated, Lao Liang was already angry, and immediately jumped up from the carriage with a knife when he heard the words.