Chapter 89 Pretending to be an officer in a white dragon fish suit and doing a great job in saving the saint (3)

Author: Fu Jiangshan

Chapter 89 Pretending to be an officer in a white dragon fish suit and doing a great job in saving the saint (3)

The donkey cart drove for a long time before finally entering Zhuozhou. Although Zhuozhou City is not too big, the ground is made of blue bricks, and neatly trimmed trees are planted on both sides of each street and alley.

The houses and shops are all in good order, and most of the people going north and south have smiles on their faces, and they don't seem to be affected by the Song-Liao War at all.

Du Tingyi looked at the street scene and smiled with satisfaction, "Look, this is what our Song Dynasty should look like. It's not as dilapidated as Gu'an County, without even a good restaurant!"

Lu Meng was pointing to a small two-story restaurant at the end of the street, and said: "General Du, although this restaurant is not the largest in Zhuozhou, it can be considered a decent one. Now you can have a meal, right?"

Du Tingyi curled his lips and said with some displeasure: "I ate at this restaurant a few years ago, and the taste was just so-so. It's far inferior to Fan Lou in Tokyo. I think it's better to find another restaurant!"

Wan Jianfeng smiled and said: "General Du, you still have the energy to be picky and thin, but it seems that you have not contributed much on the battlefield! Since you are not hungry, why don't we save the food money and continue on our way."

Lu Mengzheng also said: "In my opinion, it's better to tighten your belt and drive for three days and three nights. It won't be too late for us to have dinner when we get to Tokyo!"

Murong Yunyao licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue and said with unfinished content: "Anyway, I have had plenty of food and wine in Gu'an County. If you guys are willing to continue on your way, I have no problem with it."

Du Tingyi helplessly hammered the car board, as if he had made a lot of determination, and then said: "Forget it, let's go to this place. I have been hungry all day and all night. If I don't have anything to eat, I will starve to death!"

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Wan Jianfeng said hurriedly: "Hey, brother, this is the first time in my life that this young hero has seen such a proud deserter like you! You said you don't use any force when killing the enemy, but you are very energetic in smashing the car board! Along the way

Your butt is the most valuable thing, and you own most of the car. If it gets damaged, it depends on where you lie down!" Du Tingyi closed his mouth after hearing this, and lay silently on the car floor, as if he had been there all his life.

I don’t want to talk to Wan Jianfeng anymore.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Mengzheng had driven the car to the door of the small restaurant, tied the donkey to the stone lion guarding the door, and then helped Du Tingyi out of the car. Wan Jianfeng and Murong Yunyao rushed into the restaurant in a few steps.

, Du Tingyi was not in a hurry to enter, but looked up and down the small restaurant and found that it had been renovated at some time. Although the appearance was not luxurious, it was antique, spacious and bright. The interior of the building was all the same.

It is made of light yellow cypress wood, wiped very clean, and a layer of patina has developed over time, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Du Tingyi was hungry and was afraid that if he kept picking and choosing, the three of them would really leave him, so he had to walk into the store quickly. Lu Mengzheng smiled when he saw this, breathed a sigh of relief, and followed him in.

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There were about a dozen guests sitting in the restaurant hall. Some were nearby businessmen, some were descendants of officials in the city, some were travelers who happened to be passing by, and there were also a few people from the world holding weapons.

Du Tingyi saw the crowds in the hall, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and walked up the stairs opposite the door, going straight to the private room on the second floor. Wan Jianfeng hurriedly grabbed him and said: "Brother, love is a meal.

You don’t need to pay for it, so you can harm my money at will, right?”

Murong Yunyao said: "General Du, this dear man was just a beggar a few days ago. Today I am willing to spend a lot of money to treat you to dinner. I don't know where the fault is. If you continue to be so picky, he will

I'm really going to be angry." Du Tingyi sighed helplessly, reluctantly went down the stairs and sat down at a table against the wall at the end.

After a few people sat down, Wan Jianfeng called the waiter, and Du Tingyi was the first to order. Wan Jianfeng remembered the name of the dish he had just reported in the tavern, and quickly covered his mouth and said to the waiter: "This

The guest has typhoid fever, please stay away from him, or he may infect you!"

The waiter nodded quickly and consciously stayed away from Du Tingyi for fear of contracting the disease. Then he said to Wan Jianfeng with a smile on his face: "Master, you can order whatever you want. As long as you can order it, the store can do it."

Do."

This sentence sounded familiar to Murong Yunyao, and she suddenly remembered the scene of Wan Jianfeng ordering food in the Wugong Prince's Mansion. She was afraid that he would order disgusting things like ant hearts, rat bile wine, etc., so she hurriedly covered it with her hands.

Wan Jianfeng said: "Xiaoer, stay away from him, he...he also has typhoid fever!"

After hearing this, the waiter took a few steps back and said nervously: "Then, which guest is going to order? If you don't want to order, I'll go to the back and rest first."

Murong Yunyao said: "I'll order..." Before she could finish her sentence, Wan Jianfeng suddenly remembered that her order would never be cheaper than Du Tingyi's, so he hurriedly covered her mouth with his hand and hesitated.

I said: "She...she also has typhoid fever, you'd better stay away from her!"

Lu Meng was watching the three of them tangled together, laughing dumbly, but the waiter backed away nervously, his voice choked up, "Customer...Customer, why do you all have typhoid fever? Why don't you come to the shop as a group to eat?"

They are here to seek wealth and death!"

Wan Jianfeng tilted his head in the direction of Lu Mengzheng, and said with great effort: "Xiaoer, he doesn't have the cold, you can ask him what to eat!"

The waiter hurriedly looked at Lu Mengzheng and asked anxiously: "Sir, what do you want to order? You'd better hurry up. I have a wife and children at home, and I don't want to get typhoid fever!"

Lu Mengzheng smiled and said: "One pot of wine and three plates of specialty side dishes will suffice."

The waiter nodded and ran away as if he was being pardoned. Wan Jianfeng also breathed a long sigh of relief and let go of his hands covering Murong Yunyao and Du Tingyi. Murong Yunyao's cheeks twitched a few times and said nothing.

What, it seems that I am used to it. Du Tingyi frowned and asked: "Wan, how long have you not washed your stinky hands? If you cover me for a while longer, I can go to the government and sue you for murder!"

Wan Jianfeng spread his hands and said: "Wash your hands? I never wash my hands except when taking a shower. I originally thought about taking a bath in the Gaoliang River in a few days. Maybe after washing my whole body, it would feel like I was soaked in sorghum wine, but since

The Song-Liao War has ended, it seems that I have to save this bath for later."

A few people were talking and laughing when they suddenly heard three businessman-looking men behind them, gathered around a table, whispering something. At first, their voices were kept as low as possible, but as they talked, they became more and more speculative.

, the voice gradually became louder.

A young man said: "Guys, have you heard? The Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Guangyi, personally led hundreds of thousands of troops to conquer Yanyun. Guess what happened? The Song army was defeated at the Gaoliang River. Not only did they suffer countless casualties.

The soldiers, even Zhao Guangyi himself, have disappeared."

An older man said: "As for the current emperor Zhao Guangyi, he is far worse than his second brother Zhao Kuangyin. He is very ruthless against weak countries and very incompetent against strong countries. It is a pity that Emperor Taizu died.

It’s early, otherwise not only to recover Yanyun, but also to destroy the Liao Kingdom, it’s not just an idiot’s dream!”

Another man with a somewhat hoarse voice said mysteriously: "Don't you know? Emperor Taizu was killed by his younger brother Zhao Guangyi. Otherwise, the throne would have belonged to Taizu's eldest son, King Zhao Dezhao of Wugong County. Who would get Zhao Guangyi in his turn?

succession?"

The young man became interested and asked: "Is this true? Many people have said that Zhao Guangyi's position was unfair in the past. I haven't understood what's going on. When I hear this, it's more than just an unfair position. It's so crazy that it's hard to describe!"

The older man sighed and said: "Well, although the martial arts king is not as good as Taizu, he is still hundreds of times better than Zhao Guangyi. If Zhao Guangyi really dies like this, let Zhao Dezhao succeed him.

, maybe the world will be more peaceful than it is now."

The two of them nodded and sighed after hearing the words. Then the three of them paid for their drinks and left the tavern one after another. Wan Jianfeng had been living in the world for a long time and was already familiar with these remarks. It didn't interest him at all and he could only take care of himself.

He drank the wine in the glass freely. But Du Tingyi felt an evil fire coming from nowhere. His fists clenched tightly and made a rattling sound. He also knocked the wine glass in front of him to the ground, and the wine spilled all over him. He shouted

I took a few deep breaths, but finally endured it.
Chapter completed!