readx;?“ Poyang Water Village is ninety-nine, the village is inseparable from chrysanthemums and wine, there are Mr. Wuliu here, Poyang Water Village will never be the enemy of the government. "When Ye Qiudi said, he had already made a cup www.biquge.info of tea and put it on the table.

"Is there any news from the beggar gang?" asked Su Musha Shuyu.

"I was about to tell you. Shuyu didn't answer, Lao Zhaohua wore a tattered robe, picked up half of the bamboo curtain and turned in, he pinched the teacup on the case and drank it all, "Jiangzhou recently emerged a Ming king, with the words of 'King Ming was born, Pudu sentient beings' to accept disciples, for a while there were many believers, but also infiltrated into the Poyang water village, and gradually there was a tendency to form an association. The beggar gang disciple passed a book last night, saying that it was very likely that the shadow hall was behind the Ming king, and the death of the assassin may be related to this. ”

"King Ming?" Su Musha is no stranger to this Buddha, in Buddhism, King Ming is the "embodiment of anger" of the Buddha, he frowned and said: "Gatta has some ability to stay in fooling people's hearts. ”

Su Musha immediately stretched his brows again, and asked Lao Zhaohua: "Have you got the things?"

"Isn't it easy to get your hands on it?" Lao Zhaohua stuffed a few pieces of tea into his mouth, and reached out and took out a piece of paper from his arms.

Su Musha stretched out his hand to pick it up, and the old man shrank his hand and said: "If this party can be successful, it must be without the old man, and the old man will risk death to get out of the city." ”

"Come on, if it weren't for the descendants of the Bloody Marquis staring at me, you would dare to go out?" Su Musha teased.

"Huh?" said he was about to tear the paper.

"Alright, alright, you've got to get a share. Su Mu softened.

Lao Zhaohua raised his hand at this time, and the thin paper in his hand flew straight towards Su Musha. However, when Su Musha stretched out his hand to catch it, the paper paper rolled up his sleeves with Ye Qiudi and fell into her hand.

"What is this?" Ye Qiudi saw them playing dumb riddles, curiously pinched the paper, and was about to open it when he spoke.

"Wait!" Su Musha hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop, "It's a surprise for you, now is not the time to take it apart." ”

"Really?" Ye Qiudi stopped his hand movements, and saw that Su Musha's expression did not seem to be fake, so he pressed his curiosity and raised his eyebrows: "Okay, don't let me wait." ”

Su Musha breathed a sigh of relief and took the note, "What about Xiao Jiu?" he asked.

"Early in the morning, I went with Sima Liao to hunt down the owner of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion or the flower thief. Soyu said.

"This stupid boy, the owner of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is obviously teasing him. Come on, let him go to Jiangzhou, it's time to do something serious, just stay away from the cunning boy. ”

......

After a flash of red clothes, the cunning boy lifted the curtain and walked into the wine shop, the sloppy scholar Qu Huanbo and the elegant layman Liu Duyou quieted down, as if they had never seen such a handsome and bewitching man.

The cunning boy turned a blind eye to them, looked around, and saw the figure of Murong Wuji in the corner of the wall under the lamp like a bean.

The cunning boy walked over, put the sword on the table, and sat down: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years." ”

Murong Wuji raised his drunken eyes, saw that it was a cunning boy, put down his wine glass, and said with a light smile: "Xiaoxiang Pavilion Master, I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

"Where do you want to meet me?" said the cunning boy poured himself a glass of wine.

"Luoyang, Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Murong Wuji said, "I vaguely remember the glory of Madame at that time. ”

If it were someone else, when it came to Mrs., maybe the cunning boy would be angry. But when Murong Wuji said this, he was very comfortable in his heart.

"It's in ruins. The cunning boy sighed, his eyes deep and confused under the flickering bean lamp.

The prosperity of the past is the smoke of the past, but when you meet old friends, it rises from the bottom of your heart, wraps people's memories and lingers for a long time.

Murong Wuji saw that the cunning boy had fallen into his memory, and poured himself a drink, until the cunning boy came to his senses: "Don't talk about the past, how are the old people?"

The deceased is naturally Murong Bugui, the king of Yan, with a nickname Wutong.

"Ten years of Rongma, I have a family, and the frost has dyed my gray hair, but fortunately, my ambition is still the same. Murong Wuji poured himself a glass of wine, "There are still some regrets, one of which is that I never thanked you in person." ”

"If it weren't for you, we would never have been able to go out of Luoyang City back then. Murong Wuji raised his glass, "If he arrives in Dragon City one day, my king will sweep the couch to greet him." ”

The cunning boy clinked glasses with him: "Thank you for nothing, I was selfish at the beginning, and I thought that as long as Wutong left Luoyang, I would be able to ......"

After a pause, the cunning boy shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Don't see it, if you can't let go of the past, how can you let others let go of your past?"

The cunning boy is talking about the world's prejudice against him. Just as he said to Xiao Jiu on the west floor in the past, now the cunning boy is synonymous with Long Yang's goodness.

But how easy is it to let go of the past? If so, Murong Wuji would not be drunk here, and the cunning boy would not go in and out of the girl's boudoir, just to be excited, let alone kill Lin Gongzi's disciples.

The cunning boy also knew that he was deceiving himself.

"Sycamore, sycamore, only the phoenix can live. The cunning boy groaned softly, and there was a drunken expression in his tone, "I'm not as good as him, he has already walked out of the past, I don't know how to live yet, like the eunuchs who served by his side in the past, neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang." When I was in the palace, I was jealous of him, and now I think about it. ”

Murong Wuji poured another glass of wine for the cunning boy. For him, sometimes it's better to be drunk than awake.

The curtain of the wine shop was lifted again.

The cunning boy suddenly stopped talking.

Xiao Jiu saw the cunning boy at a glance, but he didn't chase him abnormally, but walked to the table between Qu Huanbo and Liu Du: "Qingzhou is engaged in Qu Huanbo, and Liu Zhigong is the post supervisor of the plain?"

The sloppy scholar Qu Huanbo raised his drunken eyes and asked angrily, "Who are you?"

"On the ninth day of the first month, the people of Shuobei Palace. Xiao Jiu said.

"The ninth day of the first month?" Liu Duyou praised: "Good name, a hidden dragon." ”

Qu Huanbo looked up and down: "Stupid, where does it look like a hidden dragon?"

Xiao Jiu knocked on the table: "You two are very familiar with Mr. Wuliu?"

Qu Huanbo snorted with wine: "The people in Shuobei Mansion are also poor, carrying two broken knives and no scabbards." ”

Xiao Jiu frowned, unfolded a piece of paper in his hand, and slapped it on the table: "Brother Su said, if the two of you are indifferent after reading this, then I haven't been here." ”

Qu Huanbo and Liu Duyou invariably cast their eyes on the paper, and glanced at each other in surprise, Qu Huanbo hurriedly pulled Xiao Jiu's sleeves, "Know, know, Mr. Wuliu, know." ”

"Little brother sit, sit down and talk slowly. Liu Duyou also eagerly invited Xiao Jiu to sit down, and asked Wang Sanniang to add a pair of chopsticks.

"I studied under Mr. Goyanagi. Liu Duyou said.

"I once drank chrysanthemums with Mr. Wuliu under the east fence with Mr. Wuliu during the Chung Yeung Festival, and returned drunk. Qu Huanbo also said.

"Isn't there another wine imperial history?" Xiao Jiu asked as he poured a glass of wine.

"He has nothing to do with Mr. Goyanagi. Qu Huanbo flicked his sleeves and said simply.

"Oh, that's not it. Xiao Jiu replied very honestly, "The prince said that if you drink alcohol, you should drink it with the wine emperor Huang Feng, his wine is good." ”

Su Musha was obviously ridiculing the two, and was upset that they didn't drink with the sincere Huang Yushi that day.

Qu Huanbo was not embarrassed: "That's because the prince doesn't understand wine, if he understands wine, he must know the fun of drinking with the two of me." ”

(Was it a week last time?Hungry, I'm really sorry, I wrote it wrong, because the position is more important, and it will take a month to leave, sorry everyone.) ）