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Chapter 30 Miyun does not speak (4)

Jiangzuo Dynasty wants to marry Baiyun Villa!

Yan Zhuo's nose wrinkled, and fine wrinkles appeared on the bridge of his nose, like a pebble falling into a calm lake causing ripples. His nasal cavity was a little itchy, and a musty and damp smell was lingering on him.

wandering in the nasal cavity.

——The smell of conspiracy.

Luo Aogang of Baiyun Villa was seriously injured by Xu Chengye at the Jianghu Conference, and Xu Chengye was probably the needle planted by Jiangzuo Dynasty in Jianghu. The two of them chose to marry at this time. Was it because the dynasty wanted to win over Baiyun Villa, or was it Baiyun Villa's choice?

Want to join the Dynasty after reaching its strength?

All the bustle in the world is for profit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. What interests are hidden behind the actions of Baiyun Villa and Dynasty?

Yan Zhuo began to think that the benefits of the dynasty's win over Baiyun Villa were obvious. Baiyun Villa spanned three states and was the gateway connecting Jiangzuo Dynasty and Xishu Dynasty. Mastering Baiyun Villa meant taking the initiative in diplomacy with Xishu. In the future,

Once the war breaks out, it is not impossible to move from Baiyun to Western Shu and unify the south of the Yangtze River.

So what benefits can Baiyun Villa get from the marriage? The Luo family can develop between the two dynasties of Jiangzuo and Xishu by relying on the "middle way", which is neither biased towards Jiangzuo nor Xishu.

The good relationship between the two parties also makes both parties fearful. But once Baiyun marries Jiangzuo, the balance between the three parties will be broken. Baiyun Villa will become Jiangzuo's bridgehead, withstanding the fire of war on the front line, and also facing post-war challenges.

The risk is that the rabbit will die and the dog will cook. It can be said that the marriage between Baiyun Villa and Jiangzuo will do all harm but no benefit. So why did Luo Ao agree to this marriage?

Yan Zhuo still couldn't figure it out, so he could only wait in line with Mu Yunfeng and wait until they entered the city to find the people at Baiyun Villa to ask.

Unlike Yan Zhuo, Mu Yunfeng didn't think about this at all. He had just heard the old man boasting and was full of curiosity about everything about Longcheng. He was born in Diancang, and he had only been to Ancheng at the foot of the mountain in his life.

With Kangcheng, I have never seen the eight-hundred-mile-long lake, I have never heard of Jiangnan's rosy tunes, and I have never eaten the lychee white kidneys, mandarin duck fried tripe, quail crystal dumplings, southern fried eels, and hand-washed crabs that the old man mentioned.

"Old man, what else is interesting in Yinglong City?"

The old man licked his dry lips and said, "I guess there will be a temple fair at the Fire Temple in Yinglong City recently. If you are interested, you can go and see it."

"What else is there? Is there anything unique to Yinglong City?"

"Oh, the fish in Yinglong Lake is very delicious, and a big pine tree in Panlong Mountain is said to be very spiritual. Many people make wishes to it, and..."

Mu Yunfeng kept talking to the old man, and they didn't say goodbye until they entered Yinglong City.

The old man swallowed hard and said: "My son is the deputy commander of Yinglong City. His name is Zhao Dahu. I am his father Zhao Dachui. If anything happens to you in Yinglong City, please tell him his name!"

"Okay, old man." Mu Yunfeng waved to the old man and walked to the other side with Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo looked at Mu Yunfeng and saw that his lips were not dry at all, and said: "Brother Mu, you have been talking for so long, and your lips are not dry at all."

"Hehe, I was born. Master said that I am a natural talker. My talent for talking is higher than my talent for practicing swordsmanship." Mu Yunfeng smiled sheepishly, "By the way, Brother Yan, where will we stay when we go to Yinglong City?"

Should I just leave directly?"

"Let's stay for two days. Since Baiyun Villa is going to marry into the Jiangzuo Dynasty, it is estimated that envoys from the dynasty will come to Yinglong City in the next few days. Let's wait and find out more about the situation."

"What does the wedding at Baiyun Villa have to do with us? They are marrying a princess from the Jiangzuo Dynasty. They must not be Miss Xiang'er. Are we waiting here for the wedding banquet?"

"I think this..." Yan Zhuo just wanted to tell what he suspected, but he was afraid that Mu Yunfeng would keep asking.

"I think this place is good. Brother Mu has never been here before. You can wander around. Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Let's see more here and gain knowledge."

Mu Yunfeng's eyes were shining, and his expression was so dazzling that it was even worse than the scorching sun: "Okay, okay, I want to go eat what the old man said. Brother Yan, I don't want to repay you for saving my life. I'll treat you to a meal."

"

Yan Zhuo smiled lightly and said, "I only want to invite you to eat, but not to drink?"

"Eat, drink, eat, drink!"

The two of them led their horses and chose a suitable restaurant on the long street. Mu Yunfeng looked at the decoration of every restaurant he passed. He only had four taels of silver on hand now, so he definitely couldn't afford the delicious food, but at the corner of the street

The small shops and stalls were really shabby, and I felt like I was neglecting Brother Yan, so I could only choose carefully and find a restaurant that was popular and affordable.

Yuebin Restaurant.

Mu Yunfeng raised his head and looked up. The gold-lettered signboard and the ebony plaque were low-key and calm without losing a bit of grandeur. Looking inside, he saw that the waiters were busy inside and outside the shop. Some of the guests sitting there were wearing silk and satin, and some were wearing cloth.

As we moved closer to the door, the smell of rice and wine hit our nostrils.

"Brother Yan, the food here smells good, let's eat here."

Yan Zhuo nodded and followed Mu Yunfeng to the lobby.

The waiter in the store had sharp eyes and quick hands. When he saw someone coming to the door, he hurriedly greeted him and said: "Two guests, it is better to stay in the hotel for dinner. Our store has fine flower carvings, fresh crabs and seabass. You two can choose a place."

, there are also private seats on the second floor if you want to be quieter.”

As the waiter said this, he led Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng to the second floor.

The two sat down and ordered three hot dishes, two cold dishes and a pot of flower carvings. They spent three coins, which was not expensive but not cheap at all. According to the prices in Yinglong City, an egg only costs five cents.

, and one coin of silver can be exchanged for one hundred wen, and the two of them spent a full meal of sixty eggs. Normally, Mu Yunfeng would not be able to part with this.

But fortunately, the food is really good, with solid ingredients and good heat. Especially the Southern Fried Eel, fresh Slow Heat eel slices, supplemented with egg white, Shaoxing wine, hot oil in the pot, add Jinhua ham, fresh bamboo shoots,

Mushrooms add flavor. As soon as this dish is presented, the meat and soup are bright. One look and smell will make your mouth water.

Mu Yunfeng looked at this delicious dish and couldn't help but move his chopsticks: "Brother Yan, let's stop being polite and try it. I've never eaten it before."

As he spoke, he picked up a large piece of eel and stuffed it into his mouth, making his mouth full of oil.

Yanzhuo had never eaten the southern fried eel before, and he was curious about what it tasted like. He picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, put it into his mouth and tasted it in small bites.

"delicious!"

Mu Yunfeng sighed and was ready to cut another knife.

But as soon as he took off his chopsticks, there was already a noise at the top of the stairs. A group of sword-wielding young men had already gone up to the second floor. They were talking and playing around. When they passed by Yan and Mu's table, they felt like

By chance, he spat, and by chance, the spit fell into the fried eel.

The spit first formed a white dot on the dish, and then slowly spread out, like a poison, specially designed to poison gluttons.

The young man vomited, but instead of apologizing, he continued to play around, not taking the vomiting to heart at all. This made Mu Yunfeng half-dead.

"Hey, you spit in our rice, how do you want us to eat it?" Mu Yunfeng shouted to the man.

The man was stunned for a moment, showed a proud look, and said disdainfully: "I added some seasonings to your dish, and I haven't asked you for money yet. I only have one tael of silver for my saliva. You can give me one tael of silver."

I'll pay for your food."

"You're being unreasonable. If you pay me for my food, if you don't pay me for my food, I'll arrest you and take you to the official!" Mu Yunfeng pointed at the man's nose and said fiercely.

"See the official, I want you to see the coffin!" The man said, raised his fist and hit Mu Yunfeng's door.

The man rushed towards him with a punch. Mu Yunfeng used his palm to grasp the man's fist, twisted, pulled and pushed, and pushed the man away.

The man was flabbergasted, rubbed his butt, and said, "Do you know who I am? If you fucking beat me, you can wait to die."

"I don't care who you are. If you don't pay me for my food and you still want to hit someone, doesn't Yinglong City have a royal law?" Mu Yunfeng's heart was already burning. He looked down on two types of people the most in his life. One was wasteful.

The other type of people who are greedy for food is those who use their power to bully others.

"Wang Fa, fuck Wang Fa, the guy in my hand is Wang Fa. Brothers and sisters draw their swords to help, let this kid know how powerful our Qingcheng is." As he spoke, the sword light flashed four times, and more than a dozen people appeared.

A young man has drawn his sword and surrounded Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng.

Qingcheng?

Yan Zhuo frowned. You frowned not because you were afraid of these dozen Qingcheng disciples, but because you didn't know why Qingcheng, which was so low-key at the Jianghu Conference, had more than a dozen disciples in Baiyun Villa's territory.

What are they for?


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