Nangong Baiye picked up the bamboo chopsticks. The weather was not as cold as usual. She even spoke with breath. She pressed her fur-covered hands and smiled clearly: "Here comes a bowl of Dahongpao and a stack of soy sauce beef.
I want twenty steamed buns and three bottles of wine to take away. I want to eat the steamed buns on the road, so wrap them in paper!"
"Sure! Don't worry!" The waiter in the shop responded as he walked over there, wearing a warm ancient cotton hat on his head and a cotton robe and coat. His accent was obviously authentic.
Beijing dialect.
Did she never leave the capital?
Nangong Baiye raised a nice eyebrow, feeling more and more strange.
When the sauced beef and a large bowl of tea were served, she did not move her chopsticks immediately, but observed the guests at the other two tables, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised in an arc.
Anyone who takes the dark road knows what's going on on the road.
Anyone who has experienced fighting will be extremely sensitive to smell.
Next, when they look at people, they always look at their hands first. There is a lot of emphasis in this. How good-looking and delicate the hands are can reflect a person's stealing skills.
Although the people at the two tables were not dressed very ostentatiously, or even dressed as ordinary village men, wearing linen robes, their fingers were slender and flexible, with thin calluses on their fingertips.
They seem to be on the same page.
Nangong Baiye picked up the tea bowl with a smile and drank heavily. His movements were fast but elegant, but he was less feminine and more handsome.
Before the tea was finished, the person at the table came over with a heavy look in his eyes and a sinister tone in his words: "No matter what you are here for, I advise you not to continue."
"Oh?" Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I'm really sorry, I can only continue with this matter. Why don't you take your own path? If I cross my bridge, no one will touch you."
The skinny man snorted coldly. He didn't know if it was because it was too cold. He shrank his neck unnaturally and said in a deeper voice: "Whatever you want." Then, he shouted behind him: "
Fatty, let’s go.”
The man called Fatty looked very rich, and he smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. It was easy to tell that he was a blessed man. He was holding a large handful of soy sauce beef in his hand and was eating vigorously when he heard the man shouting
He made a sound, then raised his head and smiled at Nangong Baiye: "He has a bad temper these past two days, little brother, please take care of him."
"It's okay." Nangong Baiye rested one of his long legs lazily on the bench and propped the other on the ground. He smiled and didn't care. Tomb robbing is like this. He often encounters impetuous people. After all, this is not ordinary.
It was the cemetery, but the Beihai East Tomb. From the looks of it, they must have been wandering in this area for many days but could not find the entrance to the cave, which is why they were so agitated.
The fat man was a backstabber who liked to deal with people. He stretched out his hand and wanted to shake Nangong Baiye's hand. When he saw that his palm was full of oil, he felt embarrassed again, scratched the back of his head and held it down.
After wiping the oil off his robe, he stretched out his hand again: "My name is Fatty, and the one who just left is called Liang'er. We have been our partners for several years. I have just come to this capital, and I am not familiar with the place.
I want to ask something."
"Capital City?" Nangong Baiye said secretly, and then asked with a smile: "Although I am in the capital city, I don't know what boundary this is."
The fat man was obviously disappointed and his eyelids drooped, but he was still very enthusiastic: "This is a small town on the edge of Beijing, Tongzhou."
Tongzhou? It is indeed not far from the capital, but isn’t it talking about Beihai East Tomb?
Why isn't there even a sea?
Nangong Baiye thought secretly, clasping his fingers on the table and continuing to drink tea. Boss Pei should not make mistakes, so what is going on now?
The fat man seemed to have seen through what she was thinking, and smiled mysteriously, but said nothing.
The reason why he wanted to talk to this white-faced scholar was because he felt that this scholar really didn't want to be a person on the path.
Those whose handwriting is not as good as theirs, who have been crawling underground for many years, will always have it reflected in their bodies to a greater or lesser extent.
Even if it is not reflected in the body, it is more or less filled with yin energy or resentment.
The more tombs robbed, the greater the evil created.
No one can escape this disaster.
The white-faced scholar in front of me is quite surprising. His hands are unintentionally good at robbing graves. Judging from the items he is wearing and carrying on his shoulders, they are all things that only people in the industry can understand. He should be a good fighter.
But this person not only has no yin energy, but is as clean as the tea in this big bowl, with a fresh taste.
For a moment, the fat man was a little confused about this person's identity, and just wanted to find out some information about him through small talk.
After all, they all set their sights on the same tomb. Whoever strikes first and who is more capable will win.
Nangong Baiye didn't care very much, after all, she didn't come here for the things in the cemetery. This was just an entrance to the ancient land for her, and there was no need to fight with these people who really came to visit the tomb.
However, what is strange to Nangong Baiye is that relatively few people know about Beihai East Tomb. How did these two people find out the whereabouts of the cemetery?
Just as Nangong Baiye was deep in thought, the skinny Liang'er spoke again. He looked back, with a gloomy black under his eyelids, and an indescribable look of death: "Fat man, what else are you talking about there?
It's almost noon, if you don't go into the forest when the yang energy is at its strongest, are you just looking for bad luck?"
"Hey, hey, hey, I'll come, I'll come!" The fat man responded loudly, gave Nangong Baiye a look that he would expect later, and ran towards Liang'er unsteadily.
Nangong Baiye looked at him with narrowed eyes, nodded and bent down, stretched out his hand and put the broken silver in his palm on the table, with a smile in his tone: "The waiter pays the bill, give me the steamed buns I packed."
"Very good, sir!" the waiter shouted brightly, and quickly took out twenty white-scented steamed buns from the steamer, wrapped them in oil paper skillfully, and handed them to Nangong Baiye.
Nangong Baiye took it, the heat was just enough to warm his hands, he took one and put it in his hand, wrapped the others and stuffed them into the package.
The waiter in the shop was attentive. While wiping the table, he put the money away and said with a smile: "Sir, please go slowly!"
Nangong Baiye paused and took out another ingot of broken silver: "I can't ride my horse anymore. The woods ahead are dense. I'll tie it up here first. You can help me feed it some hay. Then wait for me when I come out.
The money is doubled."
Unexpectedly, the waiter in the shop did not take the money, but looked at Nangong Baiye with a pair of eyes, and said meaningfully: "I'm not afraid of feeding the horse, but I'm afraid that you, guest, will never come back..."