The wine flag is bleak, and outside the Ningxiang Pavilion, the traffic is busy.

The jugglers were still singing and acting on the noisy stage, but they never saw the bewitching horns like Konoha - whether it was a man or a woman. People would rather listen to scholars on the stage talking about the affairs of the rivers and lakes on the north and south sides of the strait. Whether it is a cold beauty hearing the qin Xu Fangxin, or a strange ruffian making trouble in Beacon Fire Mountain. The story is told day after day, and the cheers are heard day after day.

Yan Hong still diligently summoned all kinds of regular customers, and when she was free, she sat at the account desk and stared towards the empty seat facing the street in a daze. The seat had been empty for half a year, but no one dared to sit on it.

"I haven't seen Xie Junhe come to drink for half a year. ”

I don't know where such a long sigh came out.

"People are different now!"

Burst of laughter: "What identity can he have?"

"This Xie Junhe really doesn't know how to lift, and the head of Chu can afford him and let him take care of things on his behalf. He's good, Bilianzhou has only been back for three days, and if he doesn't do it, he won't do it, and he ran away. ”

"Master Chu didn't keep him, it's a strange thing. ”

A bright voice broke through the sky and shocked the four of them into silence: "This kind of person who doesn't know how to lift, the mud can't support the wall!"

Yan Hongwu walked to the table on her own, waved the feather duster in her hand, and kicked up the dust on the table.

"Yo!" the rough man was about to have a seizure, and when he saw such a beauty, he even bent his voice.

Yan Hong smiled and said: "Guest officer, a person of your status is noble, and the tables and chairs in the small shop have made the people of the rivers and lakes sit for a long time, and they are unlucky." How can you do it without cleaning it?"

Although the rough man was displeased, he forced a mean smile on his face: "The boss lady is mean to me!"

"This is really embarrassing for the slave family, don't sweep it, you say that the slave family is not considerate of customers, sweep it, you say that the slave family is mean, it's really difficult to open a store! ”

There was another burst of laughter in the store: "Ha, it was you who threatened to squeeze him at the beginning, and now it is you who say that he doesn't know how to lift!"

The rough man's face was red and green for a while, and he casually took out a few copper coins from his sleeve and threw them on the table, and went out the door. Just took a few steps, but heard a "bang" sound, and collided with a dark shadow. The rough man staggered a few steps before he stood firm, and scolded: "Who doesn't have long eyes and doesn't know what to let when he sees Lao Tzu?"

I knew I was wrong right away. The dark shadow grinned sharply, and his legs trembled. "Xie ......" Before he could utter a complete sound, his feet were off the ground. The wind in his ears was blowing, and he was lying on the street.

Xie Junhe rubbed his hands, dusted off the ashes on his black robe, and said casually: "Little Er, the old rules." ”

A room full of conversation stopped.

Yan Hong was stunned for a long time, and finally came back to her senses and poured wine. The scholar shook his folding fan and walked slowly, laughing: "The ruffian doesn't change. Indeed, although I haven't seen him for half a year, Xie Junhe at this moment has really not changed much: his beard is like fluffy grass, his face is full of dust like fireworks, his eyebrows and eyes are like knives, his thin face is like carving, and everyone he sees is a murderous appearance.

Xie Junhe silently tasted the wine brought by Yan Hong, and sighed "hehe": "No wine anywhere can compare to Ningxiang Pavilion." ”

"It's kind of discerning. The proprietress reserved a seat for you for half a year. Where have you been hanging out?"

"Need a place to hang out?" Xie Jun and Erlang smiled as he crossed his legs.

The scholar knew that he might not be able to say it, so he laughed it off.

"Has the surname Chu been here?"

"Come, come often, don't speak, drink tea and leave. ”

Xie Junhe suddenly snorted and said, "He's idle......"

The scholar asked tentatively: "I heard from the swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect that even they have rarely seen the head of Chu recently. It seems that his injuries ...... Isn't it light?"

"I've just come back. Xie Junhe raised his black eyebrows like prevarication. I don't need to ask.