The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

As Lan Xishu walked in, he almost bumped into a man who rolled his arms and sleeves and was beaming with excitement. This man was in high spirits. Although he was not a gentleman, he was quite polite. He made way for Lan Xishu with apologies. And he yelled at the young man who was jogging behind him: "You idiot, why are you here when you are in the middle of your day! Hey! It's really my aunt who doesn't come early or late, and comes when the big bully is showing off her skills!"

Lan Xishu turned sideways and smiled back. {free novel}

The crickets fight bravely in three autumns, and it is not yet the best season for fighting crickets, but there are still people who are keen on it in Tongluo Teahouse, Lan Xishu can't help being curious.

It is said that after autumn, especially in September, when the top weaving products are promoted to the market or purchased at high prices from other places, the Dou Cricket in Tongluo Tea House is at its peak.

"Didn't the old lady really miss you?" The boy behind raised his forehead and rushed to Lan Xi's waist, holding a blue flower and fine porcelain cricket jar like a treasure in his hand, and followed the man's robe Sleeves fluttering out of Tongluo Tea House. [

"Guest officer, please! You're still having fun while you drink tea!" A chubby guy flashed out of the room, slickly speaking, and cupped his hands to meet Lan Xishu. He walked into a bright and majestic hall with no miscellaneous furnishings, painted columns and white walls. Not only does it not look shabby, but it has a kind of majesty that makes people dare not underestimate it. There is a calligraphy written on the wall facing the wall. Fame, wild grass, crazy and uneducated people will think it is a black snake crawling around in heat at a glance. !

On the big counter under this strange wild grass, a big fat man lowered his head and was nimbly picking and pulling the beads of the abacus. His carrot-like fingers were actually very nimble on the abacus.

As soon as you enter the door, there is nothing else. The house is first attracted by the unique decoration of the red lanterns hanging high. It is not as special as the teahouse and wine shop. All kinds of red lanterns cover the entire hall along the walls.

The copper candlesticks above the head are flickering and flickering for lighting, and those red lanterns have become beautiful decorations.

It is not only bright, but also extremely festive. The red light hits the faces of people coming and going, making them look festive. Even if you look mournful, the red light can whitewash your sadness.

Lan Xishu looked around, and suddenly found that there were about a dozen well-dressed men standing next to the curtain beside the door, which deviated from the festive style of this teahouse.

The entrance is divided into left and right by the left door, and there are clerks coming in and out, holding a big copper pot to make tea and refill water for the big fat man who is pulling the abacus on the cabinet and not looking up. There are Ruo.

Entering the door and walking right, two large candelabra candles burst into flames. The candles were no bigger than anywhere else. A wide door was half-opened. There are two sharp whistles, and there are all kinds of foreign accents. Needless to say, to the left is drinking tea and listening to music for slow entertainment, and to the right is a fast-paced place for fighting crickets to place bets.

Lan Xishu smiled slightly and went straight to the wide door on the right.

"I forgot to bring my folding fan." The house saw the big fat man who was pulling the abacus wave his sleeves to make a fan, and laughed in Lan Xishu's ear. Lan Xishu looked like a son, but he lacked a folding fan as a prop. The profile of the book fanned his hands.

"Go! Be obedient later, don't get together with those stinky men to watch the cricket fight!" Lan Xishu whispered, this kind of occasion is not suitable for the house, but it is impossible for the house to drink tea and listen to music on the left alone In public places, when a man sees a beautiful girl's wretchedness, Lan Xishu understands, and he feels a little uncomfortable and warns the house.

"Yeah! Got it." The house narrowed its eyes, wrinkled its nose and bared its teeth.

When Lan Xishu stepped into the Dongkuo Gate, his eyes widened, and he could only see a huge room five rooms wide and five rooms deep, brightly lit in the hall than outside, and there was a crowd of people around a big round table facing the door, all of them stretched their necks and stared. Standing on tiptoe to watch the crowded center, there are at least [-] people on the third and third floors in this group, and none of them yelled loudly.

With his neck open, his arms grinning, his teeth gritted and his eyes staring, a man in the middle was holding a piece of crabgrass that was specially designed for fighting crickets, and fiddled with it in a clay pot intently.

"Damn it! You bit him! Bit him! Killed him!" A fat man next to him spoke in a low voice, clenching his fists and shaking his fists.

Due to the season, the rest of the dozen or so large round tables are idle, and in the center of the table are exquisite cricket jars, ceramic bamboo ones, Chengjiang mud ones, and fine porcelain sinks and cages.

Lan Xishu saw the short men on the outside who couldn't see clearly inside, holding the banknotes in their hands, looking for the cracks and trying to take a look. The collective tension made the house very curious, and Lan Xishu pinched her as soon as the house moved. , the house had no choice but to curl its lips.

"At this time, there are no top-notch crickets, and I only watch those low-level things for fun!" Lan Xishu looked around.

The hot air felt a little stuffy, and in the blink of an eye, the house pulled Lan Xishu's arm, and Lan Xishu actually saw it just in the blink of an eye. [

The wire-haired man surnamed Wu Mang, who had just tried his fists in the alley, looked at him blankly, and the sudden tension made the atmosphere suddenly tense.

Sitting next to Wu Lao Si was a man in his thirties in Chinese clothes, a Taoist priest in a bun with a jade crown, and his collar was skewed. Originally, he couldn't see Lan Xishu behind the crowd, but Wu Lao Si's face suddenly changed and made him stand up , exactly facing Lan Xishu's eyes.

As the saying goes, Enjiai Road is narrow, and Lan Xishu was also a little surprised. Why is the fourth son of the steel wire hair Wu here, and Tongluo Teahouse is his lair?Didn't I cast myself into a trap?

Mr. Wu is really from Tongluo Teahouse. He was also taken aback when he saw Lan Xishu. He came in from the back door of the alley with a disheveled face. He just said a few words to the boss of Tongluo Teahouse and raised his hand. Seeing Lan Xishu and the house swaggering in, he was really surprised.

Lan Xishu walked around the field calmly, with no intention of avoiding it.

Wu Lao Si murmured a few words in the ear of the man in Chinese clothes. The eyes of this man with a crew cut and a straight face, which was considered pompous, passed Lan Xishu and stopped on the face of the house.

He was distracted, didn't hear clearly what Wu Laosi said, didn't look back and frowned and asked again, Wu Laosi said again, the man waved his hand, Wu Laosi moved aside, his eyes looked at the expression on his face Weiran Lan Xishu, who didn't see clearly in the alley, saw clearly this time, he was too young, too handsome, and his face was so unfamiliar.

"I heard it's the third young master Lan?" The man in Chinese clothes tremblingly looked up and down at Lan Xishu who was walking leisurely.

"It's really destined!" Lan Xishu also cupped his hands, but squinted his eyes at the steel wire and said to Wu Laosi: "I came here because of the fame, but I don't want to fall into a trap!"

Uh!

Wu Lao Si was stunned for a moment, looked at the man in the fine clothes, and didn't dare to do anything wrong.