——"Customer, the wine is coming!" The waiter brought the wine, but only brought a pot and put it on the table and explained: "Customer, you have been waiting for a long time, but at this morning, it was colder at the foot of the mountain, so I was just helping you warm the wine."

"Oh? That's it," the postman couldn't wait, uncovered the mud seal and raised his head and poured half a jar of wine. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he heard him ask, "By the way, waiter, why don't you see Lao Song?"

The waiter was a little confused, and the postman said again: "Song Zheng! Do you know that fat man with a wide body and a fat body?"

The waiter said, "Why don't I know Boss Song? It's just that I went back to celebrate the New Year before the New Year. After the New Year, only my second brother and the others were left. I haven't found Boss Song yet..."

The postman frowned and said, "That's a problem. I'm having an urgent envelope. I've been exhausted these days and am trying to find a reliable person to deliver it to Baiyun City for me..."

The waiter personally poured wine for the postman and asked, "What kind of envelope is this? It's so urgent? In fact, the second brother and the others are running errands very quickly, but the snow on the mountain these days is thick, and spring is coming, and all the birds and beasts of the mountain come out to find food... Look, which of those merchants didn't hire a bodyguard?"

The postman drank a few more sips of wine before he said: "This letter was stuffed into my hands as soon as the spring came into being. The superiors asked for names and sent it to the city lord's palace. Isn't this an expedited letter? If it was delivered late, I can't afford the responsibility!"

"Then...hey, by the way, aren't there two guests who are about to enter the city? Why don't you ask them to bring them into the city for you?"

As the waiter said, he pointed to Zhuge Sansheng at the table next to him.

The postman glanced at Zhuge Sansheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, with a complicated expression and shook his head firmly: "No, no, look, this person's legs and feet are inconvenient. Besides, this letter is very important. If it is lost or leaked, then I will lose my head... No, no!"

His head was shaking like a rattle.

Zhuge Sansheng had been paying attention to the letter since he was speaking to the postman. The letter from the northwest was sent to the city lord's palace. Didn't Yan Qing write it? Is there anyone else?

So he said, "Brother, I can help you deliver this letter. I will ensure that you can deliver it to the city lord's palace in three days."

The postman raised his eyebrows and glared at him: "If you say that, I can't send you a letter. Recently, our Baiyun City has just pacified the Sichuan chaos, and there are so many idle people in all aspects... Oh no! Didn't my words here just reveal the secret?"

This postman is also dedicated and cute.

Yu'er was furious and scolded, "What is Shu chaos? My Shushan witch tribe has never argued with outsiders. It is obvious that you Baiyun City is greedy and despicable to start a war, but you... you still... I'll beat you to death!" The more she said, she became more and more extreme, and she picked up the teacup she sat on and was about to go on-

Lin Fan and Hua Ying hurriedly grabbed him, but the postman Qu jumped up in shock. He also said angrily: "You woman looks so beautiful. I didn't expect to be a tigress like my wife. Oh... I'm a toll. If I beat me, I'll take you to the judiciary and I'll tell you!"

"You guys, holding chicken feathers as command arrows, I dare to kill even your city lord Yan Qing. Why can't you kill you today?" She struggled and was crazy about hatred. "You let go of me, let me go! Let me kill these beasts in garbled..."

"You, you...you, you...you crazy woman, you dare to insult the city lord. It is obviously a remnant of Shushan. Come on... Come on, arrest her and send her to the Judicial Department!"

The postman shouted, and the noise was getting louder and louder. More than 20 postmans in the inspection were also quarreled. They entered the hall with sticks with mighty sticks.

"Brother Wang, who did you have an argument with again early in the morning?" Jiang Er Ge led the way. After Song Zheng left, the second brother naturally became the eldest.

Wang Yuemao pulled him over and pointed at the angry Yu'er and said, "Jiang Laoer, hurry up and arrest this woman. She threatened to assassinate the city lord and insulted us those who were on duty. I suspect she is the remnant of Shushan!"

"Is the remnants of Shushan so beautiful?" Jiang Lao Er stroked his chin, glanced at Huaying and Lin Fan beside Yu'er, and a hint of care appeared in his eyes. Who wouldn't care about the beauty, so he listened to him:

"Brother Wang, let's forget it. Which individual tourists in the northwest of the world don't want to take the head of the city lord to offer a reward? They just talk about it. Who can do it? Besides, this woman is so beautiful, let her kill her. Our city lord needs a woman to serve..." He waved his hand and said, "It's great, what should we do, we still have business to do. Brother Wang, you have a drink and have a rest. You have to worry about your footwork for a few days..."

Some people's small people in the city are so real. Brother Wang's second guesses that the score is not bad. For those who cannot be killed, they either die or throw themselves into their arms.

Wang Youshi was calm when he was middle-aged. He wanted to change the table and continue to drink. Brother Jiang also wanted to lead the people to continue on duty, but at this time Zhuge Sansheng suddenly called them:

“Two-digit tolerance is slow.”

Brother Jiang looked back in surprise, and Wang Youmai didn't look moved.

Zhuge Sansheng smiled and said, "The two tolerants have actually rejected the girl's words. The officials in Baiyun City are all polite and understand human feelings, haha..."

Brother Jiang smiled slightly, but frowned and said, "We are all rough people who work as a servant, but I can still hear the words of the young master seem to have not finished. It is better for the young master to say it clearly. Before leaving, our Song family taught him: Any young master who comes to our inn with extraordinary spirit is not simple people."

"Okay, okay, the teacher Song Zheng is really energetic!" Zhuge Sansheng applauded, and then called You Yi Yi over. He didn't know what he ordered in his ear. After You Yi Yi nodded, he turned around and walked upstairs.

Brother Jiang was naturally surprised: "Young master knows my boss?"

Zhuge Sansheng said, "Your boss Song should have sent a letter to someone before leaving, and I happened to be the one who received the letter, so I can be considered a friend."

"Ah?" Jiang Erben exclaimed and looked in awe. He bowed and said, "I once asked Boss Song where he was going. He only left me one sentence: 'This letter is something that decides the world'. If it is delivered to the young master, then the young master must be the one who decides the world!"

"Do you still believe the decision-making people in the world but they are sitting in a wheelchair?" Zhuge Sansheng joked first.

Brother Jiang and his group were confused, and at this time You Yizhi also walked downstairs. He walked to Zhuge Sansheng and presented a jade token with a painted ink color on both hands. The token was engraved with the words "Qingyun" on the dragon dance, which was vivid and full of dignity!

Zhuge Sansheng played the token in his hand and said leisurely: "I took the letter away from the postman, but due to the rules, I could only find the token at the bottom of the box," he threw the token on the table casually and said: "Although I am a friend to Yan Qing, the monarch and ministers are always different, so this token that divides the class is derived. Yan Qing held the 'Baiyun Order', which is the 'Qingyun Order', below one person and above ten thousand people."

Everyone in the hall was shocked. Wang Youmai and Jiang Erge and his group were about to kneel down, but Zhuge Sansheng spoke out and stopped him: "Don't kneel! What I hate the most is that others kneel in front of me and kowtow, and if I knock on me, I will lose one day of life."

"This..." He said this, and no one wanted to make him lose his life. But Brother Jiang said, "Why don't you say anything to me when you come to this inn? I'm neglecting you!"

Zhuge Sansheng shook his head and chuckled: "I am not interested in the so-called rights. As long as there is someone who is willing to help me push a wheelchair, I will only treat it as a spring outing to go home by the way. If it weren't for that letter, I wouldn't have taken out this thing to show off."

"Letter? By the way, Brother Wang, why are you still standing there? Take out the letter to the adults!" Brother Jiang quickly persuaded.

Wang Youmai hurriedly took out a note from his body and handed it over it tremblingly, and his voice trembled: "The villain didn't know it was a big man... I'm here, I..."

"What am I? I'm not particular about it," Zhuge Sansheng smiled kindly and approached, unable to see a trace of official airs. He opened the memorial note and glanced at the envelope and put it in his arms.

He often can guess seven or eight points of Yan Qing's thoughts, so he will roughly know the content just by looking at who the letter was sent to.

The letter was given to Nangong Shu.
Chapter completed!