The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

Lan Xishu exerted force on his toes, the steel wire made his throat crack, and his head was suffocated. The hand that came to pull Lan Xishu's boots was sent away, and the voice of bereavement was terrible: "Big Brother! Be merciful! Brother, take it."

"Are you convinced?" Lan Xishu asked back, but he didn't move his feet, he relaxed a little, and the wire hair breathed a little easier, but he lost the energy to resist, and the big face of Sai Zhangfei in the shadow was sweating.

The house paced to the front: "Hey! Fourth Master Wu! Can't you hold on a little longer? I lost."

Lan Xishu laughed, and stepped back to stop the approaching house, taking a step back, the wire hair and the man surnamed Wu Mang below panted at the same time.

The wire hair touched his neck, shook his head, which was slightly dizzy due to insufficient blood supply, and did not make a sound, thinking that it would not be cheap to fight back now, Lan Xishu's skills are really fast. [

The young man who was the least affected by the disaster slipped along the wall and was conflicting whether to run or not. When he saw that Lan Xishu had withdrawn his posture, he stopped running. He was also afraid that if he ran, he would bring disaster.

"Go get the rescuers again! I'll wait!" Lan Xishu was in a surprisingly good mood, and the house was scribbling behind him with his fingers on his back.

"No, no! This young man is very skilled, brother! Take it!" Steel wire waved his hands again and again, and the reckless man got up and leaned against him, not daring to say it clearly. He rubbed his shoulder against the steel wire hair, which meant that he would not run away at this time according to the usual practice. when?

The wire hair ignored the reckless man, and looked at Lan Xishu with a shy face and hunched waist: "I misunderstood just now, and my brothers really offended you. May I ask you, are you from Linjiang Mansion?"

Lan Xishu froze for a moment, and immediately realized that he had misunderstood, and that he had become someone's substitute.

"No! I'm from Cangzhou, and I'm here to play in Nanjing. I don't want to get into trouble when I first come to Guizhou. I just said a few nice words for a woman. You should be more ruthless!"

Lan Xishu didn't want to cause trouble when he saw that the steel wire had subdued Ruan'er. Although his tone was milder, his face was very cold.

"That's right, Aunt Li is sick like that, why bother to persecute her so hard?" The house stared at the reckless man on Lan Xishu's shoulder, and the reckless man only smiled apologetically and said nothing.

"Misunderstanding! My brother thought someone was looking for faults." The steel wire hair elbowed the man who was bent over Xiami's waist and was close to him. The man named Wu Mang's waist was even more bent, and he gritted his teeth and did not dare to speak.

Make yourself lose such a big person, turn around and deal with him!

"Misunderstood, misunderstood!" Gang Sifa heard Lan Xishu's official dialect, but didn't recognize the local accent. He had a Nanjing accent and a northern accent. Lord Rao, be more at ease.

"If you don't fight, you don't know each other. Come back and treat me, brother Wu! May I ask your son's name!" Gang Zifa crossed his hands and looked at Lan Xishu's face. After being repaired by someone, he must know his name and name!

"It's called the Third Young Master Lan! Since I misunderstood it! Then everyone, please do it!" Lan Xishu's task required careful acquaintance, but instead raised his posture.

"Third Young Master Lan!" Gang Xianfa felt that he was really not the enemy, so he said, "There will be a time later!"

Seeing Lan Xi agreeing, he stepped back in embarrassment, and with a wave of his hand, the three of them quickly disappeared along the alley.

The house hung on Lan Xishu's shoulder and stared at it from beginning to end: "Brother! That curly-haired man looked back."

"We live in other people's land, so we always meet each other." Lan Xishu thought that Wu's fourth son would definitely find out, but he didn't know if he was the boss or a subordinate. There is no shortage of such people in any city or town.

Such a small role is too much for Lan Xishu to worry about.

"House! Don't renege on debt!" Lan Xishu wrapped his arms around the slender waist of the house, and the house twisted and looked up at the stars: "Smug!". [

Lan Xishu and the house went back to Tong Street, the lights were dim, and after a short walk, they saw the large signboard of Tongluo Tea House, which was decorated with style, and the lanterns were more and bigger than other facades, it must have been two or three years ago. The size of the Tongluo Teahouse has expanded, and Lan Xishu noticed that the Haohaolai restaurant next to it has disappeared, so it must be accommodated by the Tongluo Teahouse!

Lan Xishu is not very familiar with this area, but what he is a little familiar with is the adjacent Haokelai Restaurant and Tongluo Tea House. There is an unforgettable episode in his memory. It was here that he was discovered by Yang Shiqi. He was just ten years old that year. , That day was his tenth birthday... The past was unbearable, Lan Xishu shook his head, and suddenly found that the house was turning to look at him, with big eyes flashing, he must have been in a trance unconsciously.

"Brother!" The house sensitively caught something from Lan Xishu's fleeting eyes, and obediently hugged Lan Xishu's arm tightly. The feeling of being dependent on him made Lan Xishu's heart warm, and Lan Xishu touched Touch the head of the house to suppress the surging memories in my heart.

Tongluo Tea House was one of the most important turning points in his life.

The little guy jumped down from a small bench, carefully holding a broken lantern that had just been replaced, and immediately smiled brightly when he saw Lan Xishu and the house: "Guest officer! Please come inside! Please!"

The boy glanced at Lan Xishu's empty hand, and gestured to invite him in.

The house blinked and looked at the people who came in and out of the Tongluo Teahouse. Most of them held exquisite cricket pots in their hands, or they were beaming or dejected, or whispering to each other and shaking their heads and shoulders.

The house understands the purpose of Lan Xishu's coming here. People in this line of work hardly have the idea of ​​purely playing.

"I've seen it before, little brother! You got a big prize recently!" Lan Xishu walked in, turned his head and glanced at a young man in a lake silk blue shirt who rubbed shoulders with him, who was walking out of Tongluo Tea House. Holding the blue and white porcelain cricket pot with both hands, he shook his head and sighed vigorously, cursing something softly in his mouth. Seeing him shaking the cricket pot, he seemed to be angry with the crickets.

"Mr. Qiu! What's wrong? General Tiger is in decline." The boy joked casually.

"Don't mention it!" The young man waved his hands again and again in annoyance, his face under the light looked like a mourning concubine: "His grandma's, I lost a lot of money!"

The young man shook the cricket jar in his hand, feeling resentful but reluctant to throw it away.

Next to him was a short, fat man in his forties joking with him, but the young man waved away in no mood.

Fighting crickets is a major feature of this Tongluo teahouse, and selling tea and drinking tea has become a part-time operation. Today, it seems that it is more popular than in those years.

The famous cricket fighting in Tongluo Tea House is interesting, but betting on crickets is even more fascinating. All gambling is addictive. There are many people who come to fight crickets every day, but raising crickets costs money after all. This aggressive little thing It is very troublesome to raise, so many people prefer to gamble on crickets. They feel that betting on the crickets they are optimistic about is more suspenseful and exciting than simply going to a gambling shop. The cricket pot thinks that this is a young man who likes to gamble on crickets, and the Tongluo Tea House relies on these cricket-fighting and betting swingers to make a fortune.

Zhu Zhanji, the grandson of the emperor, loves cricket fighting, which is well known in the government and the public. Because there is such a person in Nanjing, fighting cricket is even more prosperous. Even many teahouses and restaurants also open up places to attract business, and gradually the sideline business overshadows the main business.

Lan Xi's purpose stems from this. Although the Tongluo Tea House is not the most prosperous and high-end cricket fighting place in Nanjing, it is close to the Qinhuai River, where three religions and nine streams are mixed. Lan Xishu wants to go here and find out from the bottom. Maybe Zhu Zhanji Will not come here, but news circulation may have unexpected gains.