Ruan Shengyi just wanted to leave quickly. When he heard Jinghong's sad cry, he almost slapped his forehead. Just as he was about to turn back, two people appeared in front of him. One was no longer a stranger, with a crooked mouth and a smile, and the other
There were bruises on his face, but he looked a little aloof, but he didn't reject the crooked-mouthed boy's shoulder.
Ruan Shengyi cast his eyes on the boy with a crooked mouth, forced a smile and said, "Mr. Yang." It turned out that this boy was Yang Zhixi whom he had met yesterday on the first floor of the world.
Yang Zhixi seemed to enjoy Ruan Shengyi greeting him, and he winked blatantly at the aloof young man, as if to convey a sense of contentment. But the aloof young man only nodded to Yang Zhixi, his expression remained the same, and he seemed to have no regard for the beauty.
not interested.
Ruan Shengyi had heard Brother Baidu Zhu mention Yang Zhixi before. There was also a young man who, in Brother Baidu Zhu's words, was a "well-dressed boy with an aloof and aloof look." It must be Yang Zhixi.
The person next to Xi was about to say something, but she heard Yang Zhixi first ask her why Yi Qiunian was not here.
"I mean...ahem, the master has left earlier. What, you want to find him?" Ruan Shengyi turned his back on the guests.
"No!" Yang Zhixi waved his hands hurriedly, "No, Master Yi is a busy man, let's not disturb him."
"I'm not busy, I'm glad to see you." Jinghong walked forward with a divination flag and said with a smile.
Yang Zhixi and the aloof boy rolled their eyes almost at the same time. Yang Zhixi glanced at Jinghong's sad banner, curled his lips and said: "Hey, fortune teller, did you scare people with your crow's mouth just now? I tell you, hurry up
Take back all the bad words you said, or the sword behind my back won't agree!"
"Young man, let me know!" Yang Zhixi pretended not to have enough, and slapped the aloof young man with the back of his hand.
The aloof young man patted the soft whip tied around his waist and said, "My long whip won't agree to it either."
Ruan Shengyi had only heard about the aloof young man saying "Mr. Yang" before. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was still a little surprised. He smiled and said: "I just want to ask Mr. Jinghong to help me win money. I have no other intention. Yang."
Young Master, I wonder what you call the young master next to you?"
Yang Zhixi heard Ruan Shengyi call Jinghong Chouyou "Mr." and looked at Jinghong Chouyou with disdain. He also heard Ruan Shengyi asked the name of the aloof young man and said magnanimously: "I, young and old, drink up all the sorrow."
Pekingese."
The Beijinger bowed his head to Ruan Shengyi and said, "Nice to meet you, girl."
Ruan Shengyi found that the aura of the Beijing people talking to him was very different from the aura of talking to Yang Zhixi. He didn't know where Yang Zhixi's magic power could tame the Beijing people so obediently. He bowed and said:
"Nice to meet you." He looked at Jinghong's sorrow, then smiled and said to Yang Zhixi: "I want to talk to Mr. Jinghong about some personal matters, so let's not talk anymore."
"Hey!" Yang Zhixi met Ruan Shengyi for the first time yesterday. He had a nosebleed. He was jokingly called "full of blood" by Yi Qiunian. At that time, due to Yi Qiunian's presence, it was difficult to perform. How could he endure the shock and sorrow of monopolizing the beauty?
, said hurriedly, "Isn't it just to help the beauty win money? If you have the right, everyone can add fuel to the fire. I have broken through the underworld and have rich experience. It would be a pity to throw it away."
Ruan Shengyi wanted to ask Jinghong Chouchou for help because she thought Jinghong Chouchou was good at observing people's emotions and had rich experience. She wanted to leave because she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back her smile when she saw the Beijinger's face. At this time, Yang Zhixi's words
"It's a pity to throw it away," he said amusedly, smiling: "It must be kept secret."
Yang Zhixi agreed wholeheartedly, and asked the Beijinger to invite Ruan Shengyi to drink, saying: "Yesterday the girl said that wine is fine. I thought about the profound meaning of this. Why don't we just have a fight? Whoever loses will be the youngest."
". This guy turned out to have some small thoughts. He always heard Ruan Shengyi calling him "Master" in the autumn, but it never seemed like that. He thought that Ruan Shengyi might have some special origin. If he could fight for wine
If you create a good sister, wouldn't it be fun to shout around and drink from you...
"The opening ceremony will be held early tomorrow morning. Drinking will make things worse. I think it's better to try another way. Whoever has the best luck will be the boss. Let me figure it out..." Jinghong worriedly protected Ruan Shengyi and interrupted.
Yang Zhixi couldn't stand Jinghong's sorrowful talk and sneered, "That's bullshit. You see, she's a beautiful woman. She's so pretty that she wants to get close to her. Who's going to testify when she's just talking nonsense?"
Jinghongchou smiled bitterly and said, "What Brother Yang means by this is that he wants to be the boss of this girl."
Yang Zhixi saw that his little thoughts were exposed by Jinghong Melancholy, and said angrily: "What, didn't you hear me say we would fight for wine? Did I say I would definitely win?"
"Young man, you can contribute too!" Yang Zhixi yelled at the Beijingers, giving Jinghong a sad look, "If you win, I'll call you boss!"
The Beijinger hurriedly said: "Young people don't dare."
Ruan Shengyi looked into his eyes and thought to himself: Why is this man so afraid of Young Master Yang?
"It's okay, just listen to me!" Yang Zhixi added carelessly, "Miss Peach Blossom, if I lose, I will be your youngest, he is my youngest, and he will be your youngest, youngest, you say
Yes or no?"
The Beijinger wanted to maintain his style in front of the beautiful woman, but he couldn't help but Yang Zhixi kept pulling him away, so he answered against his will: "Yes."
Jinghong Sadou had already seen that Ruan Shengyi had no intention of refusing. He remembered that Ruan Shengyi had just drank a cup of bitter tea in one breath. He expected that the other party might have the energy to protect his body. Besides, he was watching from the side and was not afraid of Yang's joy.
The two deceivers were open-minded, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on their calm faces. They thought that the young man was a guest and traveled all over the country. He was different from other young people, but he was well versed in the world. How could he forget that the young man was so energetic?
Ruan Shengyi happened to catch the bitter smile on Jinghong's sad face. She thought that although her husband was walking around with a smile in the name of "a good friend to all people in the world", only the husband himself knew the bitterness behind it, but she soon saw that
When Jinghong recovered from his sorrow, he looked different from the faint smile before, but with obvious relief, he smiled and said: "Sir, do you want to join?"
Jinghong said sadly: "No, you call me sir, I can't afford to lose."
Yang Zhixi laughed and said, "I've seen it a long time ago!"
The four of them chose a nearby wine shop. Ruan Shengyi asked the shopkeeper to open three large vats and fill them with wine. He looked calm and leisurely. Yang Zhixi and the Beijinger looked at each other as if they were not expecting it. It was absolutely impossible to admit defeat on the spot.
Yes, Yang Zhixi rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "Good guy, it's just what I want!" Jinghong looked at the excitement sadly and didn't mind the matter, and added jealously to the side: "In the spring of March, young hero Peng Li Yang had a drinking contest with the people of Beijing.
In a Luoyang wine shop, regardless of the number of drinks, the one who bends over the table loses."
Ruan Shengyi heard that Jinghong was worried and deliberately did not take her with her. She thought that the other party wanted to stimulate Yang Zhixi, so she smiled, held a spoon in her hand, scooped a spoonful into the big wine vat, drank it first, and hung the spoon upside down.
Yang Zhixi couldn't get off, so he scooped up a spoonful of wine and drank it. The people from Beijing were not to be outdone. The three of them took a spoonful of wine, and one third of the wine in their respective wine jars was soon missing.
"Drink more." Yang Zhixi drank a spoonful with difficulty, shook his head suddenly, turned to look at the Beijinger next to him and muttered, "Hey, young man, why are you still here? Do you really want to be my boss?"
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The Beijinger had already stretched out his wine spoon and drew it back when he heard this.
Ruan Shengyi saw that the Beijingers wanted to continue fighting but didn't dare, so he smiled and asked: "Brother Beijing, why are there bruises on your face?"
Yang Zhi said happily: "He was drinking with a beauty behind my back, and was beaten up by a fierce bitch."
The Beijinger quickly defended: "I let her go."
"Forget it, she is the head of the Wuyi Sword Sect. It's a good thing she didn't beat you to death." Yang Zhixi mumbled, his head swaying, and soon he fell on the table and fell asleep.
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Ruan Shengyi smiled at the Beijinger, drank a spoonful, and asked: "Brother Beijing, why are you so afraid of Young Master Yang?"
The Beijinger shook his head and said with a smile: "It's hard to describe in just one sentence."
When Ruan Shengyi heard this, he turned away and saw two Taoist priests walking past the door of the wine shop, one of whom was still young. Ruan Shengyi inadvertently met the eyes of the young Taoist priest, and his heart moved slightly when he saw the young Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest quickly looked away and walked away.