Crown Jewels

Chapter 120

After Fu Sinian finished speaking, he ignored Song Yan's gloomy and cold gaze.

Song Yan, who was standing beside Hou, laughed angrily at Fu Sinian's flamboyant maneuvers!
However, Fu Sinian was still calm and composed, and even smiled at Deputy Yang at the end, but he did not admit half of what he said earlier, "Deputy is so stingy"!
Deputy Lieutenant Yang had a scar on his face, and he looked a little serious and vicious when he usually had a straight face.

Just now at the door, he vaguely heard Fu Sinian's words, and he didn't look too good.

Coaxed by Fu Sinian's words this time, and enjoying the rare hospitality of this brat, his expression softened rarely.

However, when Yang Wu turned his head, he saw Fu Sinian grinning eagerly showing two big white teeth.

That look that deserves a beating!

Yang Wu glared at Fu Sinian dislikedly again, snorted coldly, and said with a fake smile.

"Europe--"

"Counting your filial piety, you will personally bring me here to have a drink after that day."

"Don't be shy all day long, give me favors with other people's things!"

Yang Wu couldn't get used to his appearance, Fu Sinian choked.

After a while, he slammed his hands back, but looked at Deputy Yang with resentful eyes, the little daughter-in-law who was just like being abandoned by others.

"Lieutenant—"

"You are biased!"

Fu Sinian's weeping appearance did not arouse Fuwei Yang's heartache.

Yang Wu just snorted coldly, looked at Fan Fu Sinian with warning eyes, and then decided to ignore this guy.

In terms of heart and soul, who can compare with this kid?

Seeing this, Fu Sinian finally calmed down, instead of jumping up and down in front of the two of them, he obediently nestled in the back of the chair.

He took the menu handed over by the waiter, and started to order the dishes on a rare occasion.

For Song and Fu, Fuwei Yang, although he has not had his name corrected, can be regarded as half of their master.

Knowing that Yang Wu and Fu Sinian are going to have a banquet today, Song Yan has already told the restaurant to prepare in advance.

Knowing the relationship between Song Yan and Deputy Lieutenant Yang, the chef of the restaurant deliberately used the recipe of the apprentice banquet as a reference.

They deliberately selected ingredients such as celery, lotus seeds, red beans, red dates, longan, and lean meat strips. Among them, celery means hard work, lotus seeds mean painstaking education, and red beans mean good luck.

After selecting the basic dishes, Deputy Yang chose a few more favorites.

As for Fu Sinian, this dog only picks expensive and unique ones.

In this way, the three of them sat around the table in the private room, and after half an hour, about fifteen dishes had been placed.

The three practiced martial arts all year round, and Deputy Yang himself had a particularly good appetite, so he wasn't afraid of not being able to finish his meal.

The ice basin in the corner of the box completely dissipated the residual heat of September.

The windows on the second floor are open for ventilation, which is a rare pleasant time.

The atmosphere at the dinner table gradually heated up, and Fu Sinian was enjoying eating with a piece of lion's head.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the waiter just serving wine to Yang Wu, but was rejected by him who was addicted to alcohol.

Fu Sinian was slightly taken aback, this is really a strange thing!
In autumn and winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and the windows let in the cool breeze outside.

After the meal, the three of them ate several more cups of tea, and it was getting late.

After Fu Sinian rinsed his mouth, it turned out that the waiter was dragging the teacup to blow the powdered tea leisurely while listening to the conversation between Song Yan and Deputy Yang.

Yang Wu's thick voice came, and the content of the words wafted into the ears of the two.

"In a moment, the two of you are ready to practice your location tonight—"

The tone was rarely drawn out, and after seeing Song and Fu, he paused word by word.

"Lin'an City - Pingkangfang!"

Fu Sinian, who had just taken a sip of tea, was shocked when he heard this, and spat out the hot water in his mouth in embarrassment.

The boiling hot tea almost filled his mouth, but Fu Sinian couldn't care less about it at this time.

He thought he had heard it wrong, so he scratched his ears in disbelief.

Seeing Fu Sinian's unbelievable appearance, Song Yan just raised his eyebrows, obviously not expecting it.

On the other hand, Yang Wu, seeing Fu Sinian's face filled with distaste again, he even took the initiative to move his seat away from him.

After keeping a safe distance, Yang Wu snorted coldly.

"how--"

"You look like a fuss, you don't want to go?"

"no!"

Fu Si young hissed, his face full of tears and laughter, he pointed to his head, and looked at Yang Wu in disbelief.

"Lieutenant, did you remember something wrong?"

"Hahahaha, no, we, how could we go to Pingkangfang for trial?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Sinian pouted at Song Yan beside him, signaling him not to pretend to be dead.

If Yang Wu's bombardment was concentrated on himself alone, then he really couldn't stand it.

Not only Fu Sinian, even Song Yan was a little puzzled.

They relied on martial arts to become officials, so why did Vice Captain Yang bring the two of them to Pingkangfang.

What is Pingkangfang, but no one in this Lin'an city will know.

But what is the relationship between the two, the trial and Pingkangfang?
Aware of the suspicious eyes of the two, Yang Wu looked at Fu Sinian, still not very good-tempered, the kind that was not pleasing to the eye no matter what.

"Humph--"

"If it weren't for the fact that the two of you count me as half of my disciples, do you really think that I am willing to spend this unreasonable money to come to this place of fireworks and willow lanes?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Wu turned his head. He didn't know that the evil fire had surpassed Fu Sinian, but this time he looked at Song Yan with a barely good-looking expression.

Fu Sinian choked on the difference between the attitude before and after, and almost burst into tears.

He always felt that Yang Wu had an enmity with him, so why did he only target him?
Is Song Yan more pleasing to the eye than him, or is he richer than him?

Well, this guy's family is in business, and his family background is indeed not comparable to his own.

Dusk fell in Lin'an City.

Once night falls, time passes quickly.

Through the window coffin on the second floor of Jun Youlai, one can clearly see the Nanqu Pingkang Square on the opposite side, and the lanterns are lit up one after another.

Orange, green or red candle lights actively illuminate the opposite streets and alleys clearly, as if they were daylight and bright as fire.

Calmly taking the situation outside into his eyes, Deputy Yang vaccinated the two of them again.

"I brought you here this time, because I have already made preparations to not return for three days and three nights."

"Tell you in advance, you should be prepared in your heart—"

Fu Sinian's jaw was almost dropped by Fu Sinian's words.

"Three days and nights?"

But after what happened before, Fu Sinian never dared to show any abnormality again.

He only stared, behind Deputy Lieutenant Yang, extended three fingers towards Song and complained wildly.

Sensing Fu Sinian's crazy output, Song Yan finally raised his eyelids and raised his eyebrows, and the boy's eyes were also tainted with an unclear color.

He got up, refilled a cup of tea for Deputy Lieutenant Yang, and delivered it to his eyes with both hands, so he said calmly.

"Lieutenant, you brought us here, but what's the meaning?"

At this time, the lanterns were already on, and Pingkang Square in Nanqu, opposite Nanqu, opened quietly.

Song Yan was also a little restless, but after a while, they had half a foot into Pingkangfang, but they still didn't know what Fuwei Yang's intentions were.

It's impossible, really just bring them here to open their eyes, right?
But Song Yan always felt that Deputy Lieutenant Yang should not be such a person.

At the door of the Pingkang Square plaque outside the window, there is not a carriage slowly driving into the side door.

From the angle of the box they were in, one could vaguely see a middle-aged man in a fine attire getting out of the carriage.

At the same time, there were a large number of remaining lanterns in the Nanqu attic, and the sky above Pingkang Square was as bright as day in an instant.

(End of this chapter)