"Okay, don't drink it, you'll get drunk if you drink it again. Wang Zhiqiu snatched the wine glass from his hand and dissuaded.

Fang Lixing, who was robbed of his wine glass, lay on the table and said drunk words, blaming Fei Ming, who was neither big nor small, Lao Tzu was sleeping soundly, not to mention any assassins, so far I haven't even seen an assassin hair.

Lu Taiji walked over slowly, with a strange look on his face, sat opposite Fang Lixing, and said coldly, "Lixing, you are drunk." Drink some tea and relieve hangover!" Reaching out and handing over a cup of tea, he was unexpectedly thrown aside.

Fang Lixing waved his hand and threw the teacup on the ground, muttering in a low voice, "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk." The teacup fell to the ground with a thud and fell to pieces, and the sound startled the Yun brothers and sisters on the second floor. Yun Zhongke hurriedly pushed open the door, his eyes carefully swept around the building, looked at the three people in the hall downstairs, and said in a deep voice, "Elder Lu, what happened?"

Wang Zhiqiu hurriedly stood up to explain, and smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, brother Zhongke, it was he who drank some wine and accidentally dropped the cup on the ground." ”

"That's good, when we first arrive in Jinling, it is inevitable that the barbarians will take the opportunity to attack, and we must be completely prepared. Yun Zhongke glanced at Fang Lixing, who was lying on the table, and said in a low voice, "Since Lixing is drunk, it is better to send him into the room to rest." ”

Although Fang Lixing was drunk, his mind was still quite clear, and when he heard that he was going to be sent into the room to rest, he hurriedly jumped up and shouted loudly, "I'm not drunk, I'm here today to see if there are any assassins." ”

Wang Zhiqiu, who was beside him, hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but he had no choice but to knock him unconscious, disturbing Murong Yuexi's rest, and then causing trouble again. Lu Taiji glanced at the disciples on the side of the building, and ordered the two of them to help Fang Lixing go to the room to rest.

"Then there will be Elder Lao Lu and Brother Wang here. Yun Zhongke arched his hand, glanced around with a slightly relaxed expression, and turned back into the room.

......

After Mu Daoyan separated from the jade tassel, he sneaked through all the mansions of the relatives and nobles in Jinling City, and found that many ministers in the court could vaguely feel the lurking traces of the barbarians, and even saw the barbarians in the homes of the commanders of the Terracotta Division. At this moment, he stood on the west bank of Mochou Lake, looking at the noisy knights outside the Hongchen Inn, and his eyes were a little more desolate.

He never thought that in just a few years, so many barbarians had infiltrated into Jinling City, and the knights of the rivers and lakes in the city were unaware of it. Mu Daoyan drank a cup of tea, threw a few copper coins on the table, and walked away.

"You're eating a bully meal! Give the money quickly, or none of the three of you will want to leave." "A small stall owner on the street clung to three men dressed as beggars, two of whom were still young, and the stall owner clung to one of the old men and refused to let go.

On the side, two beggar-dressed boys were constantly eating the leftovers on the table, and it seemed that they had not eaten enough for several days. Mu Daoyan, who was standing on the side of the road, secretly said in his heart, are the beggars on the streets of Jinling hungry like this now, and he slowly walked to the opposite side of the street, intending to throw a few silver coins at them.

"Don't fight, don't fight!" one of the tattered boys protected the other who looked thin, but the thin guys were a little brightly dressed, but they babbled and couldn't speak. The ragged boy begged bitterly, "We have money, I have money, don't fight." ”

Seeing the boy dressed as a beggar in clothes, he kept shouting that he was rich, and there were many people watching the excitement next to the stall.

"Rich! That dare is good, three bowls of meat soup, seven flatbreads, twenty dollars, you can take it out." The little stall owner picked up the rolling pin on the noodle stall and hit it directly, sneering, "Let you have money, a broken beggar still dares to pretend to be an uncle!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" The rolling pin slapped directly on the back of the ragged boy, who always protected the skinny guy underneath him. The old beggar on the side completely ignored the two of them, and while the stall owner was teaching the ragged boy a lesson, he directly grabbed a few pieces of bread and fled in a hurry.

"Don't you have money, take it out!" When the stall owner raised the rolling pin high and was about to shoot it down, a strong wind in Mu Daoyan's hand rushed directly over, shaking the stall owner to the ground, and the rolling pin in his hand was shaken into sawdust. Shocked, the stall owner hurriedly hid under the stall.

Seeing the situation, the people around also scattered, "Here, this is one or two pieces of silver, which is worth the food money for these two children." Mu Daoyan threw the silver on the stall owner's face, and then picked up the two yellow-skinned boys.

"Thank you, hero, for saving your life. The tattered boy pulled up the thin boy who was guarding him and bowed to Mu Daoyan. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he saw that the person in front of him was wearing a red robe, as if he had seen it somewhere.

And the thin boy beside him pointed at Mu Daoyan and babbled non-stop, but he couldn't speak. was so anxious that the kid pointed at himself for a while, and then at the tattered boy, and then at Mu Daoyan.

Mu Daoyan really didn't know what the thin boy was going to say, but he couldn't rest assured, so he took out a bag of silver from his arms and stuffed it into the kid in tattered clothes, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Here are all my belongings, you take them and find a place to live well." ”

Seeing that he turned around to leave, the kid in tattered clothes hurriedly grabbed Mu Daoyan's robe and cried, "Hero, help us, we just arrived in Jinling, and we don't know what to do." ”

"Don't you know your home?" Mu Daoyan said in surprise.

Both teenagers shook their heads and nodded again. The ragged boy looked at Mu Daoyan's clothes very familiarly, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them.

Looking at these two poor boys, Mu Daoyan took their hands, continued to sit on the stall, and said loudly, "Three more bowls of soup and ten flatbreads." ”

The two beggar-dressed boys stood aside, drooling at the steaming soup. And the stall owner hid under the stall and did not dare to come out, his body curled up and shivering.

"If you hear it, don't get it again, believe it or not, I'll tear down your stall. Mu Daoyan slammed the table, and a strong wind rushed down the gap in the table, shaking the entire floor into a large crater. Frightened, the stall owner hurriedly got up and served broth and flatbread to the three people in the stall.

When the two poor boys saw the big bread on the table, they hurriedly pounced on it. Mu Daoyan, who was sitting on the wooden bench, smiled happily, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time. Since learning that Murong Jue was missing, he has been in a situation of walking on thin ice, and the entire Tianxiang Building is full of crises.

Fortunately, Cao Haotian, the spy hidden in Tianxiang Building, has been found out, and the next thing he has to do is to find the owner of Murong Mansion as soon as possible. He looked at the two terrible-looking boys in front of him, and suddenly remembered a past incident a long time ago.

Forty years ago, one night in the middle of winter in Luoyang, Mu Daoyan, who had come to the streets of Luoyang, was struggling to lie on the side of the street and beg for food from passers-by, but no one was willing to give him alms. At that time, the Central Plains was in the midst of a war, and under the rule of Yuan and Meng, wars broke out one after another, and the life and death of ordinary people were only in a thought.