Huang Donglai and a group of people were sitting in the lobby eating.
Earlier today, at Lin Yuancheng's suggestion, Huang Donglai, Fudozi and Tyrell came here with him, and soon met up with Linghu Xiang and Qin Feng who had arrived a few days earlier than them.
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In the afternoon, the six people gathered in a guest room to share with each other their experiences and knowledge since they separated at the beginning of the year, and they continued chatting until the evening.
As soon as they saw the meal, they changed their positions, went down to the lobby of the inn, ordered a table of wine and food, and chatted while eating.
Speaking of the lobby of Baoyuan Inn, it is famously "big"; as we mentioned before, this inn occupies almost half of the streets of the Southwest Old Street, and connects the walls.
It is an integrated building complex, so the lobby is not a nearly square space like an ordinary inn, but more like a super-large corridor with a length of more than a hundred meters and a width of more than ten meters.
Many people who come to this inn feel as if they have entered a "covered market" after entering the lobby.
When you look from the entrance, all you can see are numerous beams and pillars, messy tables and chairs, and countless people.
These people and objects are either sitting or standing, lying or walking, still or moving, restless or peaceful... They come and go in this noisy space, each taking what they need, like a painting that stretches into the distance.
The picture scroll of the market is like a pot of human chowder full of flavor.
It can be said that in this place in the capital, whether you are on the Jianghu Road, the Green Forest Road, or just an ordinary road... As long as you take a walk here, you can usually find something useful to you, even if you are just standing next to it.
Listening to other people's gossip can also help you gain a lot of knowledge.
Of course, even if you have heard some words, they may not be true; some things may be useful to you, but you may not be able to afford the price.
"Uncle, you are the eldest here. We, the juniors at this table, should toast you first."
When the food and wine were served one after another, Huang Donglai poured a glass of wine for Fudozi and took the initiative to raise the glass in front of him.
Fudozi glanced at him sideways, curled his lips noncommittally, but still picked up the cup: "Okay, drink it."
With that said, he drank a drink.
Seeing this, the other five people at the table drank the wine in front of them.
After the glass of wine was toasted, Qin Feng, a normal person (compared to the other people at the table), said belatedly: "Eh? Taoist priest, you are a monk, drinking... is not taboo, right?"
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In fact, although logically speaking, this question of his should be asked, in practice, it might as well not be asked.
Huang Donglai, Lin Yuancheng and Tyrell, the three people who had been in contact with Fudozi for a long time, all had no reaction to his drinking. Huang Donglai even took the initiative to toast him, which showed that the other party must be "eating and doing things all the time."
"I'm a habitual offender. Isn't it embarrassing to ask if you really have taboos?"
"Generally speaking, it is against the rules for monks to drink alcohol." However, Fudozi answered calmly, "But our Xuanqi Sect does not pay attention to this."
"Oh..." Qin Feng nodded thoughtfully, "Taoist Master, this is the so-called 'wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Tao remains in the heart', right?"
"What kind of realm?" Fudozi said with a nonchalant expression, "Wine is made from food, not meat. Monks don't drink because they are afraid that they will mess up their mind after drinking and violate other precepts.
..." As he said that, he took another sip, "Then as long as I don't get drunk, isn't it okay if I just drink casually?"
"Oh..." Qin Feng was still appreciating what the other person said.
In the blink of an eye, without moving, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat for himself, chewing on it, making his mouth full of oil.
"As for this 'meat'..." Fudozi said while eating, "Originally, not all sects have taboos. The taboos are simply that eating meat is equivalent to 'killing'..."
Hearing this, Huang Donglai immediately came up and responded: "Uncle, I understand... Do you want to say that as long as you kill people without blinking an eye, you can eat the meat as you like?"
Fudozi almost choked to death when he heard this. He patted his chest twice to remove the thing from his throat and then said: "I want to say, I can't eat it. This meat is also hanging in the butcher shop.
It has long been a dead thing... But from what you said, it seems that your reason is okay."
Lin Yuancheng and Tyrell naturally understood the conversation between the two of them, because they had seen Fudozi beat people into pulp with their own eyes, but Linghu Xiang and Qin Feng felt a little confused when they heard it. Fortunately, this
When Qin Feng returned, he didn't ask any more questions like "Taoist priest, are you a murderer?" Otherwise, half of the people at the table might have lost their appetite due to the conversation that followed.
The meal for six people was going on in such a pleasant and interesting atmosphere. Before we knew it, it was completely dark outside.
At this time, the waiters at the inn went out one after another and skillfully hung up lights at fixed locations in the lobby.
Obviously, this Baoyuan Inn's dine-in restaurant is a "night market"...
If you think about it, you will know that in this kind of place where dragons and snakes are mixed, there are bound to be many guys who can't see the light during the day. They only dare to come out at night, and the information they have and the transactions they prepare... are often better than those during the day.
More valuable.
Therefore, people who are familiar with this place know that night is when the Baoyuan Inn "really starts to open for business".
"Um?"
At about three o'clock in the morning, Fudozi, who was picking up vegetables, suddenly changed his expression slightly, put down the chopsticks in his hands, and looked in the direction of the inn door.
At this moment, Huang Donglai and others immediately became nervous, because they rarely saw Fudozi showing such an expression.
"What's the matter? Uncle." Huang Donglai asked quickly, and followed Fuzi's line of sight toward the gate, "Could it be... that some monster is coming?"
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fudozi raised his hand and tapped Huang Donglai on the head.
"What monster? Don't talk nonsense..." Fudozi said in a correcting tone, "That's a phoenix."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a group of ten people walking in from the gate.
Eight of these ten people were born tall and strong, with strong backs and waists, and they all had dicks hidden around their waists. At first glance, they all looked like practitioners.
But the two people hidden in the middle by these eight people were different. Those two... one was a handsome young man in luxurious clothes, and the other was an old man with gray hair on his temples and a slender figure.
All the judges have already guessed that this group of people is Princess Qingzhen, Eunuch Zhang, and the eight guards with swords.
Their trip today was different from the last time they "visited the brothel".
The Yaomeng House was a high-end brothel after all. There were not that many guests inside, and most of them were wealthy people who went to have fun. That's why Zhang Jige dared to accompany the princess in alone, and let the guards disguise themselves and follow them secretly from a distance.
But the Baoyuan Inn is different. This is a big dyeing vat with no bottom.
This place not only has a huge flow of people, but also everyone is there, and various emergencies may occur. If the guards are allowed to stay far away... I'm afraid it won't be appropriate.
Therefore, Zhang Ji also begged the princess to bring the guards and let them protect her. Otherwise, he would risk his life to report to the emperor and he would not dare to let the princess come here.
Zhu Qingzhen thought for a while, that's okay. Since he wants to pretend to be a young master, it's okay to let the guards pretend to be servants. At most, more people will attract more attention.
"Hey, gentlemen, is this a restaurant or a hotel?" When the waiter saw the guests arriving, he stepped forward to greet them.
"Clear three tables and let's eat." Although the guard who was walking in the front was ordered not to be too high-profile, he still couldn't help but speak with a kind of arrogance in his tone when talking to the waiter.
There were many people in this room who had eyes and ears. Many discerning people just watched them come in and upon hearing these words, they already understood that the "gongzi" in this group of people had a high status.
Of course, just like this, it would not make others guess that she is a princess.
After all, this is the capital, and there are countless dignitaries and dignitaries at the feet of the emperor. It is also very common for official servants to look at people through their nostrils, so most people still regard Zhu Qingzhen as the son of a high-ranking official in the imperial court.
To make a long story short, Zhu Qingzhen and the others were quickly led to three empty tables by the waiter. The eight guards consciously went to sit at the two tables outside, leaving the table against the wall for the princess and Zhang
Father-in-law.
As soon as he sat down, before the guard and the waiter finished ordering, Zhu Qingzhen couldn't wait to ask Zhang Ji in a low voice: "Hey, Lao Zhang, have you seen them? Are they in the lobby?"
"I saw it." Zhang Jige knew who the "they" the princess was referring to, or rather... what the princess wanted to ask was not "them", but "him" - Lin Yuancheng.
"Look over there." Zhang Jige said, pointing in a direction with his eyes.
The next second, Zhu Qingzhen turned his head in that direction.
Immediately afterwards, her eyes passed through the chaotic lobby with people coming and going, and she just happened to glance at Lin Yuancheng, who was also looking at her more than ten meters away.
"Hiss--" When the two parties' eyes met, Zhu Qingzhen immediately shrank her neck and took a breath. A second later, she turned her face back and said softly, "Why... why is he looking at me too?
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The princess felt as if she had been caught red-handed while peeping, and she was embarrassed and a little embarrassed.
"The princess is naturally beautiful and outstanding. Even if she is now disguised as a man, she is still handsome and extraordinary. Most people can't help but look at you twice." Zhang Ji's rainbow fart also came out of his mouth without changing his expression.
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"Okay..." Zhu Qingzhen didn't know how to evaluate this answer for a moment, but after she calmed down a little, she said, "Forget it, I'll see it when I see it. Sooner or later, I'll go over to fight with him. Let's go there."
It’s okay if he finds me looking at him.”
They were talking when suddenly! Something strange happened again at the door of the inn.
This time, the newcomers were quite powerful.
I saw a large, dark group of people pouring in outside the gate. All of these people were armed with machetes and sticks, and they rushed in with a roar, as if they were coming to cause trouble.
In the middle of this group of people, there were four people carrying a small roofless sedan made of bamboo cloth on their shoulders, and sitting on that sedan was Ma, who was "injured" by Sun Yixie during the day.
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So how did Ma Er appear here at this moment?
It's very simple... because after he was "exploded" by Sun Yixie during the day, he had to spend some time to see the doctor first. After his injuries were treated, he had to send someone to find out the background of "Huang Donglai"
, where can I start my revenge now... So when he found out everything clearly and gathered a group of thugs to find this inn, a few hours passed like this.
Seeing this, many readers must have realized: the reason why Han Yu received the information that "something is going to happen at Baoyuan Inn tonight" in our last chapter was because Ma Er's men were inquiring about Huang Donglai's whereabouts.
And it was too arrogant when gathering people.
This matter could be big or small. If it really caused a big fuss and affected the marriage of Ma Xuansheng, the consort, Han Yu couldn't accept it, so he approached Ma Xuansheng and hinted that the latter had brought Ma Er into trouble.
Get rid of the essence and get rid of it once and for all.
Speaking of which, back to the present...
The expression on Ma Er's face in front of her was really wonderful.
On the one hand, his lower body, which had been covered with medicine, was still experiencing bursts of pain.
On the other hand, he is eagerly looking forward to the coming revenge.
Pain, anger, hatred, excitement... four emotions generated by physical and psychological factors were intertwined on his face, making Ma Er's originally unattractive face even more distorted and terrifying.
"Huang Donglai! If you have the guts...get out of here!"
A few seconds later, when his thugs were still pushing the waiter and rushing into the store, Ma Er on the sedan shouted this sentence at the top of his lungs.
When Huang Donglai, who was sitting in the lobby and heard this voice, he was immediately excited and thought to himself: What is going on? I don't know this person... When did I make enemies in the capital again?