Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 285
Xuancheng.

Go upstairs to the restaurant.

A middle-aged man in gray clothes with disheveled hair was thrown down from the second floor, and fell solidly to the ground.

Yueqing pulled the carriage violently: "Who is coming!"

Fei Li frowned, and was also shocked.

"Didn't you say that Wuzuo envoy would not come to block our way?" Yueqing asked in a low voice.

Fei Li looked at the man on the ground: "People's hearts are unpredictable, especially people like Wu Zuoshi."

The middle-aged man on the ground took a drink break, stood up and took a look at the two of them. He wiped off the dust from his body, and said lazily, "My friends, are you going north?"

"None of your business!" Yueqing said angrily.

Fei Li also gave the middle-aged man a cold look: "Who is Your Excellency? Why are you blocking our way?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "I am a scholar. I want to go to the northernmost place to see thousands of miles of wilderness and icebergs. So I want to take your carriage. I wonder if the two of you are willing?"

"I don't want to." Yueqing replied.

The middle-aged man scratched his head, and said to himself: "This appearance is half the same as what Master said, but why is his personality completely different? Master, is the old man playing tricks on me again?"

Yueqing glanced at Feili, and Feili nodded.

killed.

With a wave of Yueqing's hand, three silver needles flew out of her sleeves, heading towards the middle-aged man.

"Ah Choo." The middle-aged man sneezed.

The three silver needles instantly shattered to the ground.

"The idea is tough." Yueqing said in a low voice.

Fei Li clenched his right fist, frowning and thinking about something.

"Forget it, forget it, it looks like I must have made a mistake." The middle-aged man waved his hand with a dispirited look, and stepped aside to give way to the carriage.

"What's going on?" Yueqing was taken aback.

"Let's go!" Fei Li slapped his horse's butt, and the carriage moved forward, passing the middle-aged man and galloping away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The middle-aged man scattered the dust with a wave of his sleeve, and said helplessly, "It's really uneducated. People's clothes are dirty on the street."

On the second floor of the restaurant, a woman's head suddenly protruded. The woman looked quite old, but she still had a charming face, but she was indeed very angry. She yelled at the middle-aged man downstairs: "You are a well-bred son of a bitch, you owe my mother a month's drink money, and you always get credit, credit, credit, credit you uncle!"

The middle-aged man was neither blushing nor out of breath, looked at the woman upstairs and said with a smile: "Sanniang, it's not that I don't have money, it's just that once I drink this wine and pay for it, our relationship will be broken." When I think of this, my heart hurts..."

"Give me money and it won't hurt anymore! Brothers, beat him to death!" The woman called Sanniang shouted, pointing at him.

Seven or eight waiters rushed out of the restaurant carrying tables, stools and brooms, and ran towards the middle-aged man.

"Oh, all the touching things in the world are because of sincerity." The middle-aged man looked distraught, "Sanniang, why can't you feel my sincerity for you?"

A stool fell on his head.

The middle-aged man fell back and lay on the ground, motionless.

The boys stopped immediately.

"Could it be dead?" Someone asked cautiously.

After a while, there was no one on the long street, the door of the restaurant was closed, only the proprietress on the second floor with a bit of fear in her eyes was still looking down uneasily.

"It's not really dead..."

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and winked at her: "I knew you cared about me, San Niang."

The woman first breathed a sigh of relief, and then her tone finally softened: "I don't have three in my name, and I don't rank three in my family. Why do you call me San Niang when you meet?"

"A pair of delicate eyebrows, three points better than a beautiful face. So you are called Sanniang." The middle-aged man lay on the ground and said with a smile.

Although the woman didn't quite understand what she said, she knew it was a compliment, and scolded with a smile: "You're so polite, I don't understand what you're talking about."

The boys hiding behind the woman sighed one after another. It seems that the money for the drink today is irretrievable. Every time the woman gets into trouble in the past month, the middle-aged man always coaxes her away with a few words up.The middle-aged man was still lying on the ground, and his tone was still mean: "Because I am a scholar."

The woman laughed and scolded, "I've never seen such a sloppy scholar."

The mistresses shook their heads one after another. When the middle-aged man was away, they said a lot of bad things about him, but every time the woman would smile and say: "Don't look at that guy looking sloppy, in fact, his eyebrows and eyes are very ugly. Pretty good."

The middle-aged man stood up and slowly flicked the dust off his body.

A gorgeous carriage pulled by a flawless white horse stopped in front of him.

"Should it be this time?" The middle-aged man murmured.

The woman in Tsing Yi, who was holding the rein, glanced at him and asked, "Sir, can you make way for me?"

"Are you going north?" the middle-aged man asked.

The woman in Tsing Yi was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's heading north."

The middle-aged man said happily: "I am a scholar. I want to go to the northernmost place to see thousands of miles of wilderness and icebergs. So I want to take your carriage. I wonder if the girl is willing?"

The woman in Tsing Yi shook her head: "I don't want to."

"A gentleman is polite and helps others to be happy." The middle-aged man said loudly, "Why not be beautiful?"

"I am a woman, not a gentleman. Please make way, sir." The maid in Tsing Yi replied.

"No, take me with you." The middle-aged man shook his head.

Baili Dongjun pushed back the curtain of the carriage and stepped out, his voice was very impatient: "Is someone from Heaven and Earth blocking the way again?"

The maid in Tsing Yi shook her head: "I have never seen this person before, he is not a member of Tianwai Tianzhi."

Baili Dongjun glanced at him: "Which one is sir?"

"I'm a scholar. I want to go north, but I don't have the money to go. I don't know if this little friend will take me with me?" The middle-aged man replied.

"The few of us are not going to the north for fun. We have important things to do, and there will be a life-and-death struggle along the way. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to go with us." Baili Dongjun shook his head.

"Okay." The middle-aged man patted Baili Dongjun on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Last moment he was standing a foot away from the carriage, but now he was sitting on the carriage, beside Baili Dongjun.

"Sanniang, I'm leaving." The middle-aged man waved to the woman on the second floor.

The woman looked a little sad: "Remember to come back next time and pay for your drink."

"Understood. After drinking and paying the money, our fate will not be broken." The middle-aged man took the whip from the maid in Tsing Yi, waved it lightly, and left gracefully.

When the carriage passed by the wine shop, the middle-aged man took a sip from the jug on Baili Dongjun's waist.

"From then on, there is another woman waiting for me in this world."

(End of this chapter)