Jiaohua

Chapter 718 I want a woman (one more)
"Snapped!"

A glass of cold water was poured on Qian Fengrong's face.

The big man who was awakened immediately grabbed the splasher by the collar, and was about to swing his fist the size of a sandbag.

"Don't, brother Changyi, it's the master who asked me to splash you!" The splasher said in a hurry.

Qian Fengrong's gaze tightened, and he let go angrily.

The water splasher quickly hid aside, not daring to approach him again.

Qian Fengrong held his head with his hands. He drank too much wine last night, and his head was really dizzy, shaking heavily.

After a while, he turned his head and looked at the scribe who was sitting in the room reading slowly.

"I told you," said Qian Fengrong, "don't pour cold water on me in the future."

The scholar in the elegant blue shirt seemed to be unable to hear, and slowly squeezed his beard.

After sitting for a while, Qian Fengrong got off the bed.

"The handyman was almost beaten to death by you last night," the scholar said indifferently, "This is Congxin, Tian Dayao's site. I reminded you several times not to drink too much, but you didn't listen."

"That stinky bitch couldn't serve me last night! Drive me away!"

The scribe sighed softly, put down the book and looked at him: "You are strong and big, why do you want to find a thin woman? How many people can stand you?"

"Do prostitutes still pick clients?" Qian Fengrong laughed.

The little attendant next to him silently poured a glass of water and put it next to the scribe's hand: "Drink tea, sir."

He poured another glass for Qian Fengrong.

"Nowadays, most of the people who can go to the Fireworks Lane to have fun are the believers. You still have a reward in Tian Dayao. If something happens, I can't control you." The scribe said lightly.

Qian Fengrong didn't speak, he didn't know what he was thinking, his expression became more and more irritable.

"I want a woman!" Qian Fengrong suddenly said angrily, and came to sit down, "You said that there are many beauties in Congxin, but I haven't seen many! I want the one I saw on the river, the woman who got off the boat in Zhaozhou. them!"

"There is no shortage of beauties in the world, even if Congxin doesn't have one, there will always be in Youzhou Prefecture. Right now, I just want you to be safe and sound!" the scribe said earnestly.

"An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An An Eunuch!"

"You are really cruel to yourself." The scribe shook his head.

Qian Fengrong didn't speak, sat for a while, then raised his hand again, and took a picture vigorously on the table.

"It's almost noon," said the scribe, "I didn't wake you up to make you angry. It's time to go to work."

Qian Fengrong glanced at him, got up and went to change clothes.

It rained all night last night, and it is still cloudy outside.

The scribe turned his head and looked out. It was raining continuously, and there should be few pedestrians on the street.

After changing his clothes, Qian Fengrong was about to leave. He opened the door and looked back at the scribe, "Xie Zhong, let me say this for the last time, don't pour cold water on me again!"

The scribe looked at him, but didn't answer.

Qian Fengrong slammed the door loudly and left.

"Sir, he is so rude, what a barbarian." The little follower whispered.

The scribe pinched his beard, his face showing no joy or anger: "Barbarians are good, but those with too many thoughts are hard to control."

"But he's only thinking about finding a woman..."

"That's even better." The scribe glanced at him and said calmly, "For all your troubles, go to those women."

It's just this woman, the scribe stopped stroking his beard.

To be honest, he doesn't really believe that there are any good things in the Chunlou, but they are the water spirits from the daughters of those deep families...

Well, just do what you like.

Qian Fengrong left from the back door of the inn.

The clerk at the inn didn't dare to provoke him at all, so he ran away.

On rainy days, there are not many people, and there are even fewer back alleys. Qian Fengrong walked through an alley in the rain, and Congxin Ferry was in front of him.

He looked left and right, raised his hand and took off his outer shirt, the clothes inside were the cloth armor of Huiren camp miscellaneous soldiers.

Skillfully hiding the outer shirt in the old place, he strode out, carrying things like he did a few days ago.

The things are really too light, and others are struggling to carry one bag, but he can easily carry three bags on each of his left and right shoulders.

But Xie Zhong repeatedly told him that he had to pretend that he couldn't bear it.

Acting is really tiring, Qian Fengrong is irritable.

In the past two days, several special envoys from Tian Dayao's Eight Capital Army will arrive in Congxin one after another, and some of them will definitely come by water.

Xie Zhong said that if the head of one of the special envoys was taken off at will, they would be able to take him to seek refuge with Song Zhiyi.

In fact, Tian Dayao had a great appetite for Qian Fengrong, but unfortunately, Tian Dayao had a blood feud with him, and he couldn't stay any longer.

Seemingly working hard to move a bag of goods from the pier to the assembly place, Qian Fengrong, who couldn't bear to see a thin soldier beside him who couldn't walk, raised his hand and took out the sack that was about to crush the soldier. Go, throw it towards the assembly place over there.

Thin rain splashed everywhere, and there was a little dust outside the sack.

The thin soldier was stunned for a moment, and then he wanted to thank him. Before he could say it, a clear and pleasant voice sounded not far away: "That's amazing!"

Everyone around looked at the sound.

Two young girls stood in the rain, looking at their clothes, one was a lady and the other was a maid.

The young lady is wearing a milky white skirt with plum blossoms and white water, a pair of three-color satin peacock thread beads and hibiscus soft-soled shoes on her feet, and a white jade bead hairpin inserted in the delicately coiled Yunjin incense bun, her face looks like a flower and jade, Delicate and pink.

The servant girl clings to the umbrella, and also boasted: "What a lot of strength."

Qian Fengrong looked straight at the young lady, clenched and loosened his fingers, resisting the urge to go forward and pull her.

The lady didn't look at him anymore, she smiled at the servant girl, "Let's go."

"Ok!"

The master and servant turned around and left.

The phrase "so powerful" and the phrase "great strength" are just casual boasting.

Qian Fengrong was still looking at them, his eyes moved from the backs of the girls to their buttocks.

"Hey!" shouted the clerk who counted the goods, "Can you see this? Go to work!"

Qian Fengrong looked at him.

"Go to work!" The clerk pointed to the pier.

Qian Fengrong looked at him coldly, his appearance was not difficult to remember.

Wait for me!

Qian Fengrong let out a sigh in his heart.

It's just that when he walked back, he couldn't hold back, and turned his head back again itchingly.

The figures of the pair of girls had disappeared at the end of the long street.

The silk rain is soft, light like flying flowers, staining clothes and annoying, and pedestrians come and go in the sparse space.

At the southwestern city gate, far away from Congxin Ferry, Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle, wearing bamboo hats, carrying a basket of wild vegetables and a few fresh fish, were quietly waiting in the queue to enter the city.

The line is not long, and they will arrive soon.

Zhi Changle mentioned wild vegetables and fresh fish: "I want to be a soldier, not a low-level soldier, I want to be a soldier!"

"It's a senior official!" Chengmen Lang laughed.

"This is for filial piety." Zhi Changle said seriously.

Such a tall and burly man was supposed to be taken away to serve as a soldier, since he wanted to be a soldier, Chengmen Lang didn't have much trouble.

As for whether he was deceived or not, it doesn't matter, there are many staring eyes on the street.

　Chapter 572, Chuzheng is Yan Qinglin's man, sent to assassinate Guangzhao, but was accidentally beaten and tied up by Shen Lie.Later, in Chapter 621, I followed the group who went to Bajianghu.Qian Fengrong appeared in chapter 630, and my setting is No.1 in this book's force value.This scribe named Xie Zhong is the number one conspirator in this book, a strategist who is more poisonous than scorpions~ He is not the vicious one who messes up a city and floods a city, but the one who causes chaos in the world for ten years, or even a hundred years. kind of poison.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)