Three hundred and thirtieth chapters banquet chaos
Two days later, Mr. Kuan came over very haggardly: "I'm sorry, little lady, but I can only ask you to stay here for two more days. I have opened the joints, but that boy doesn't follow the rules and does some random things."
Song Huiyue was holding a bowl of porridge to drink. The swelling in her mouth was much better, and she no longer had nosebleeds. She lowered her eyes and took a spoon to put the porridge into her mouth. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her shadows followed her straight and small hair.
The bridge of the nose dropped, like a butterfly's wings flapping.
Master Kuan suddenly felt that if she were dressed up with tender skin and tender flesh, she would be a beauty and could be placed in his big house.
Song Huiyue put down the porridge bowl and whispered: "Master Kuan, we have been delayed for two days. If we delay any longer, not only will the road be difficult, but we are also afraid that if the war situation changes, our lives will be endangered."
Mr. Kuan naturally also knows this truth. For those who follow their path, time is not only money, but also life. If it is a moment earlier, something will go wrong.
Not to mention how solemn the military camp is, just walking through that mountain range is very dangerous. There are wild animals inside and the heavy snow. If we delay any longer, when the snow becomes thicker, there may be an avalanche, and the mountains will collapse and the ground will crack.
, no matter how powerful you are, you still have to be buried inside.
So he felt very guilty towards Song Huiyue, because it was his own trouble, but it affected the guests.
"I'm really sorry, it will take two days at most," he smiled apologetically at Song Huiyue, "I will handle this matter even if I lose everything. All your losses will be borne by me."
Song Huiyue lowered her head and didn't speak for a long time.
The guards were also panicking - it had been getting colder and colder in the past two days, to the point where dripping water turned into ice, and there was endless snow on the ground. The conditions on the road were getting worse day by day, and they really didn't want to linger here any longer.
Seeing this, Mr. Kuan said to Song Huiyue: "You are very bored here. Why don't I ask you to go for a walk and change your clothes?"
Song Huiyue was still wearing the clothes of an entourage. After hearing this, she nodded indifferently.
The steward quickly brought her a dress with gold woven all over, and wrapped her hair with a gold woven handkerchief, and they went out to have a drink together.
The restaurant is a good restaurant. Mr. Kuan took a booth and sat down opposite Song Huiyue. The others sat at a table outside. The bartender arranged the banquet and spread the table. Mr. Kuan frequently raised his glass and persuaded Song Hui
Monthly drinking.
Although his face was friendly, he had been looking at it for several days. He could clearly see the fear of Song Huiyue among the guards. Therefore, although he did not know what Song Huiyue was capable of, he did not neglect them at all.
Whether he is doing business or studying, his qualifications are mediocre. His ability to make a fortune in Xiazhou depends entirely on his own eyes.
Song Huiyue drank a drink and felt that Master Kuan was delaying the time indefinitely with his smiling face.
Mr. Kuan toasted two more glasses in succession, and when he was about to say a few friendly words, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, and his servants frantically blocked it.
He suddenly felt something bad when he heard the sounds outside. He just stood up and wanted to go out. With a "bang", the door was kicked open, hit the wall, and bounced back. A big hand suddenly appeared and grabbed it firmly.
Door.
"Master Kuan, why don't you invite me to drink with distinguished guests?" Bao Qing came up uninvited, walked up to him, took a look at Song Huiyue, pulled a chair over and sat down, and asked the younger brother who came in to pour a cup for him.
The wine was carelessly touched on Song Huiyue's cup. Song Huiyue's cup was knocked upside down and the wine spilled out in a big circle.
"Little lady," Bao Qing stared at Song Huiyue, "do you really not consider doing business with me?"
Song Huiyue rubbed her wine glass and said slowly: "No, you and I are both novices, and we still need seniors to lead the way. I will cooperate with you again when I can take charge of my own business."
Bao Qing sneered: "Is this because you don't want to?"
Without waiting for Song Huiyue to answer, he stood up, turned around and walked out.
Seeing that he came and left quickly, Mr. Kuan secretly said something bad and raised his legs to chase him. Before he reached the door, he heard a shout from outside: "Capture Zhongyuan Xisaku!"
"Damn it!" Mr. Kuan turned around and grabbed Song Huiyue and walked towards the back door. He then turned around and asked the guards to follow quickly, leaving his servants to deal with the aftermath.
He never expected that Bao Qing completely failed to abide by the rules of the road and broke the bowl when he couldn't eat!
A group of people rushed out from the back door. As soon as they opened the door, they saw the government officials outside shouting loudly. Bao Qing was guarding behind the door, holding a bucket in his hand and splashing it. Song Huiyue had quick eyes and quick hands and turned to hide.
When he opened the car, the group behind him was splashed with water.
The Gushui has just been in the water for a short period of time, and it has not yet frozen into a sharp blade that can kill people. There are just countless ice particles and full of oily flowers, which can definitely deal a fatal blow to a person's soul.
Mr. Kuan's face turned blue, and the pungent smell rushed into his mind. He ignored the nausea and ran away. Bao Qing grabbed him by the skirt of his clothes and the tip of his hat, carried him upside down and threw him into the street.
superior.
Mr. Kuan wailed and lay on the ground unable to get up. Bao Qing chased after him and stepped on his back, then stepped on him twice.
Then he knelt down, grabbed Mr. Kuan's hair bun, made him raise his head, and cursed in a low voice: "Old man, you have eaten enough to get fat. So what if you spit it out for us? You won't let me eat."
, then everyone shouldn’t eat it!”
While struggling, Mr. Kuan turned his head to look and saw Song Huiyue and a group of guards blocking the street. He thought: "It's over."
Everyone was touching the knife secretly, but Song Huiyue did not act rashly. Under the pressure of Xiazhou officers and soldiers, she retreated step by step, all the way back to Master Kuan.
She had no expression on her face and didn't say a word. Instead, she continued to retreat to a guard and grabbed his arm.
"Xiao Tian," she remembered his last name was Tian, she lowered her voice, "squat down."
Tian Jiguang was tensing up with nervousness. When he heard Song Huiyue's calm voice, his body relaxed unconsciously. Although he didn't know why Song Huiyue asked him to squat down, he still squatted down obediently.
The next moment, Song Huiyue lay on his back.
Tian Jiguang shuddered and his face turned red quickly. Everyone else was also stunned. They didn't understand what Song Huiyue was going to do at this time. They hesitated for a while whether they should squat down too.
Bao Qing was still pointing at the officers and soldiers, indicating that they were all Zhongyuan's craftsmen and that they should be put into cells.
He didn't care whether these people were standing or squatting, they could just lie down like Mr. Kuan.
Song Huiyue hugged Tian Jiguang's neck, and her voice penetrated into his ears: "Listen to me and stand up."
Tian Jiguang helped her stand up.
"Get on the roof and run!"
Tian Jiguang hesitated for a moment, looking at the bows and arrows in the hands of the officers and soldiers, and suspected that if he went up to the roof, he would be like a big, slow bird, and someone would shoot him down with bows and arrows.
However, the matter has come to this, and there seems to be no other way except to listen to Song Huiyue's arrangements.
He looked around and found a pile of firewood, then he took a breath, jumped up, and climbed from the pile to the roof.
"Left!" Song Huiyue said concisely and concisely.
Tian Jiguang heard the roars coming from the street, as well as the messy incomprehensible words, and the sound of pulling out the bowstring. He panicked and almost fell down.
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