There is no way, Xiao Han is just driving the ducks to put them on the shelves.

Among the three of them, Cheng Yaojin was unreliable at all.

Luo Shixin is reliable in his work, but he is the one who can't beat a single one with three sticks.

After thinking about it, he had to put it on the shelves barely.

However, before it was put on the shelves, I felt that the technical content of interrogation should be very high, but when I really started to do it, Xiao Han found that the process of interrogation might not be troublesome.

Get Lao Cheng to his side and stuff him a homemade wolf tooth mace...

Xiao Han asked a question. As long as the person who answered hesitated, Xiao Han would subconsciously close his eyes, because the next scene would be a bit cruel...

The intermittent screams lasted very late.

Those military men had a poor sense of confidentiality, and Cheng Yaojin beaten him to a bruised nose and face. Except for Big Beard and Er Zhu Huan, the others only regretted that they were too late to explain!

Later, one of them even explained the story of peeking at the widow next door when he was a child, just asking Cheng Yaojin to stay away from them!

The sky finally got bright.

It snowed in the middle of the night, and when I woke up in the morning, the huge Pingyang City became a world covered with silver.

Pedestrians gradually appeared on the road outside the inn.

The guy who got up early in the shop next door held a big broom and pushed the soft snow in front of the door aside, complaining to his acquaintance about the inexplicable shouts that came from time to time last night.

"My man, come a few bowls of noodles and add more braised rice!"

After a busy night, Xiao Han and Cheng Yaojin came to the lobby of the inn yawning. They just shouted, but glanced at them, but suddenly they found something was wrong with the inn.

In the inn lobby, the messy scenes that were harmed by them yesterday have now been completely settled, and even the sets of tables and chairs have been replaced with new ones.

But no matter how Xiao Han looked at it, he felt a little awkward. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that this place seemed to be a little deserted! In the huge lobby, except for him and Cheng Yaojin, there were only a few friends and the frowning shopkeeper.

"Huh? Where is the person?"

After muttering, Xiao Han suddenly looked up and looked at the second floor.

Sure enough, the rooms that I stayed in yesterday were full of room doors now, and the people inside had long disappeared.

"Hey, shopkeeper, where is your guest?" Xiao Han looked up with his head raised and rubbed his neck, shouting strangely at the short shopkeeper at the counter.

"I've left. I checked the room overnight last night. There are a few who didn't even ask for a deposit."

When Xiao Han asked, the shopkeeper with a resentful face had not spoken yet, a slightly clear voice came from one side of the lobby.

"Who?!"

Xiao Han looked for the voice and turned to look, but found that it was a young man who was walking towards them.

Behind him was a middle-aged man dressed as a groom, and he was looking at himself and Cheng Yaojin with a cautious look on his face.

"Hehe, Wang Fuqiu, I have met you two! I wonder what you two are called?" When the young man saw Xiao Han looking over, he gave him a small salute, and then asked with a smile.

Cheng Yaojin raised his eyelids, looked up and down at the master and servant, and then said lukewarmly: "Wang Fu-chan? I haven't heard of it! As for us, we are just passing by. See you today and you don't have to call us tomorrow!

Hey? Man! Where are we? Why can’t we pay it back? I want to starve me to death!"

Cheng Yaojin said it without any politely, and he ignored Wang Fuxi's intention to get to know him.

Seeing this, Xiao Han immediately understood.

This is not Lao Cheng deliberately making a fuss, but at this moment, he doesn't want to cause trouble and cause more trouble.

"Oh, what a pity! Wang Fuqi, this is Wang Fuqi..."

He felt a little regretful in his heart, but in the end, Xiao Han, like Cheng Yaojin, turned his head silently and said nothing.

Many people may be unfamiliar with the name Wang Fusheng!

But when talking about his father and son, Xiao Han understood that it was really not very famous!

In the past, Wang Tong, a great scholar who had met him once! That is, the great man whose disciples were spread all over the Tang Dynasty, was Wang Fuqi's father!

Wang Fuqi's son is an invincible man who cuts electric wires with a kitchen knife, sparks and lightning all the way!

He has been extremely intelligent since childhood. At the age of fourteen, he wrote the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" that was enough to shine on the entire Tang Dynasty poetry world!

(Some people also found that they wrote it when they were 25 years old, but even so, they were a big bull! Such a poem that made Coke live to be 250 years old, and he would not be able to write it...)

‘The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color’

‘It is hard to cross the mountain, who is sad about the lost people? When we meet by chance, we are all guests from a foreign land.’

Only one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo, who was able to write such poems at such a young age!

Xiao Han turned his head and sighed in his heart.

Wang Fuqi, who was walking over, looked silent.

As the eldest son of the Wang family, he was favored and flattered wherever he went. This is the first time in his life that he was so neglected like today.

However, he is a child of the whole world and is used to seeing the world!

Faced with this embarrassing situation, Wang Fuyu was stunned and soon returned to his initial open-minded appearance.

Smiling under the table behind Xiao Han, Wang Fuqi also shouted to the gang: "Come on the bowl of noodles, add more braised rice!"

The noodles were served soon this time.

I don’t know if it’s because I have benefited from that young man, but there is indeed a lot of soup!

In the bowl with a large human head, half of them were covered with diced meat. Xiao Han turned over three chopsticks and then found the snow-white noodles below.

“Spark…”

When Xiao Han and Cheng Yaojin picked up the bowl, they were not polite. They held the bowl in one hand and used chopsticks in the other hand, and the sound of eating noodles was endless! Wang Fuqi, who was gentle and elegant in eating, was simply two extremes.

When he was young, Cheng Yaojin and Xiao Han threw the bowl on the table almost at the same time.

The clean bowl with a big head is like a dog licking it, and it is impossible to tell what they used to be.

"Are you full?" Cheng Yaojinyi asked Xiao Han while touching her stomach while urging her fill.

Xiao Han rolled his eyes now. The hand-rolled noodles in this store are indeed a bit of stuff...

"I'm full, go and go back and take a break..."

Standing up with difficulty, Xiao Han was about to grab Cheng Yaojin and return to the yard, but outside the inn, there was a scattered sound of footsteps.

"That's it!"

Soon, mixed with footsteps, someone shouted!

Xiao Han suddenly heard this movement and felt familiar. He subconsciously turned around and looked out. When he saw the man clearly, he was immediately happy!
Chapter completed!