C8

The spring rain was warm, but today, there was some warmth.

In a room on the second floor of the West Market's Rain Bamboo Pavilion, a man was looking out of the window. He frowned slightly, and tapped the teacup with his index finger, continuously tapping the porcelain cup, but the surface of the tea was not affected at all. The man had high martial arts skills, if there were people from the Shengjing around, he would recognize that this was the head guard of the pure young master, Song Zhe.

After a long while, a white clothed female finally entered. Song Zhe stood up, and after being surprised for a moment, he clasped his hands together and greeted her.

Xiao Yong nodded his head to excuse himself, the two of them casually sat down on their knees. Xiao Yong reached out to touch the teapot, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and interrupted Song Zhe's words: "This tea is cold, let's change for a cup."

Song Zhe's brows moved. After enduring for a long time, he finally became impatient and leaned forward slightly. "Qi Lang, the duke is currently within the city.

Xiao Yong slightly raised his eyes. He didn't really care about the attitude of the person in front of him; he clearly knew that Song Zhe was an impatient person, but he was curious about … "Is A Chun in a rush? "Why?"

Song Zhe seemed to have realized that he had been too anxious just now. He sat back down slowly and gulped down a mouthful of cold tea, without saying a word.

Xiao Yong closed his eyes and thought about what day it would be three days later and frowned. His eyebrows were shaped like a slightly curved willow leaf and it was a pity that there were faint traces of wrinkles on his forehead when he smiled: "I might not be able to do it in three days, but A Chun can't do it at another time?"

"No." The hand holding the teacup slightly tightened, and his gritted teeth could be seen from the side. His face, however, was numb and cold: "The Duke has already sent a message to see you, so you should go over anyway. What's the point of dragging him in Lu Mansion?"

Xiao Yong did not answer, but silently stroked the orchids embroidered on his sleeves, and said after a long while: "I think pretending to be a girl is fun, it's only been ten days, and I haven't played enough."

On the surface, Song Zhe's expression was complicated, but he felt that he overstepped his boundaries, and lowered his head: "Xian An has escaped again."

"Nonsense!" Is that still in the Peizhou? " Xiao Yong was slightly surprised, the marks on his eyebrows deepened.

Xiao Yong frowned, it was unknown when the rain started again outside the window. Xiao Yu quietly landed on the eaves of the house, gently falling down like a curtain of rain, gradually becoming heavier, the rain was ferocious, accompanied by the sound of thunder and lightning.

"The storm is approaching …"

In the market downstairs, a commotion suddenly broke out. Xiao Yong lowered his head to look, and suddenly clenched his fists. A few officials surrounded a white-clothed youth holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Song Zhe also saw it, and was about to fly down, but was caught by Xiao Yong.

Following the direction that Xiao Yong was pointing, Song Zhe saw a blue clothed youth, holding a wine cup in his hand, he leisurely walked over and whispered a few words to the person leading the group.

Just as the youth was about to thank him, the blue-robed youth had already turned and left, while the white-clothed youth chased after him.

Song Zhe heaved a sigh of relief: "Is that the Lu family's young master?"

"Exactly."

"Then should we bring Xian An back?"

"No need, maybe it's night, I saw it in Lu Mansion." Xiao Yong

Song Zhe nodded and cupped his fists to bid farewell to Xiao Yong. After a while, Xiao Yong also left the teahouse.

On the other hand, the white-clothed youth who had previously chased after Lu Zi Nuo caught up to him in front of the Hongyun Pavilion. The youth panted and said, "Many thanks to my husband for his help.

Lu Zi Nuo glanced at the youth from the side of his face, appearing to be nonchalant and frivolous, or perhaps he was mocking the onlookers. His watery eyes had a faint smile in them the entire time: "You're treating me to a drink, is it up to you to win?"

"What do you mean?" The youth was slightly stupefied.

"So you didn't know!" This restaurant was truly interesting. Every day, there would be a topic set up, and the correct person would not have to pay for the wine. From its opening until yesterday, I drank free every day. " Lu Zi Nuo chuckled, and had already stepped into the threshold.

It was already difficult to find a vacant seat in the inn, so when the waiter saw Lu Zi Nuo coming in, he quickly came over to greet him. "Lu Lang Jun, you're here again? Can't you give someone else a chance? "

Quite a few people in the hall echoed the waiter's words.

"Today is not my fight, but hers." Lu Zi Nuo slightly shrugged, and pointed at the white-clothed youth behind him.

The waiter let out a sigh of relief, and brought the two to their reserved seats, then went to greet the others.

A gong sounded, and a notice was posted: "Two spoons to scoop up wine, one can scoop up 7 taels of wine and one can scoop up 11 taels of wine, but now you have to scoop up 2 taels of wine!"

Everyone looked at the two spoonfuls of wine and shook their heads.

Lu Zi Nuo looked at the youth and the youth's face reddened: "I can't."

"But I've already told the second brother that you will accept the challenge. If you can't do it, how am I supposed to drink?" Lu Zi Nuo glanced at her, with a wronged look on his face.

"Then, then teach me how." The youth's reaction was quite fast.

"Alright!" Lu Zi Nuo asked the youth to come over. The youth hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still went over.