Zhong Xihou wore a royal robe and sat there leisurely drinking tea. The door was pushed open, and the old Dragon King laughed heartily as he walked. Zhu Yinuo, who was following the old Dragon King, also had a faint smile on his face, his eyes bright.
There is no love or hate in it.
The grandfather and grandson each sat down, and Zhong Xihou poured tea for them. The tea was about half full, which was just right.
The old Dragon King raised the tea cup, blew on the hot air, took a slight sip, but frowned. Zhu Yinuo directly raised the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
"City Master Zhong, why don't we change places? Master Zhong's ability to make money and his martial arts skills are admirable, but I really can't compliment you on this tea art, old man."
Zhong Xihou drank the tea in the cup, smashed it in his mouth, and said doubtfully: "Is there something wrong with this tea? It's very fragrant, not bad."
The old Dragon King was a little helpless, shook his head and said: "If there are too many tea leaves, the tea will be too strong. If there are too few tea leaves, the taste will always be a little worse. If the temperature of the hot water used for brewing is higher, the tea leaves will break. If the temperature is lower, the tea will not be brewed."
It smells good.”
Zhong Xihou nodded, stood up directly, and gave up his seat.
The old Dragon King changed places with Zhong Xihou, poured out the remaining tea soup in the teapot, and cleaned up the tea residue. Then he poured out the remaining hot water in the kettle and started all over again.
Having nothing to drink, Zhong Xihou just lay down lazily. He looked at Zhu Yinuo again and saw Zhu Yinuo's eyes looking back, still looking like he had no love or hatred. Zhong Xihou smiled. Then Zhong Xi
Hou looked away again and continued to stare at the old Dragon King making tea.
The old Dragon King moved skillfully. He took a tea knife to separate a piece of tea leaves of the right size from the tea cake, and used a tea clip to put it into the kettle leak. At this time, the kettle began to emit white smoke slightly. The old Dragon King lifted the kettle again and poured the tea leaves that were not yet boiling.
Pour hot water into the teapot.
The hot water was brewed, and the aroma of tea filled the air instantly. The kettle was put back on the charcoal stove and continued to burn, waiting for the water to boil before using it to make tea.
After more than ten seconds, the old Dragon King shook the teapot, then brought his nose closer to smell it, and then poured out the tea soup inside.
Zhong Xihou looked puzzled and asked: "Old Prince, what are you doing with the good tea?"
The old Dragon King frowned and asked with some uncertainty: "The tea that City Lord Zhong drank just now was brewed directly?"
Seeing Zhong Xihou nodded, the Old Dragon King smiled bitterly and said nothing. The water boiled, and the Old Dragon King picked up the kettle again and poured the boiling hot water into the teapot. The fragrance of tea hit his face again and breathed into his nose.
, intoxicating.
After pouring it and handing it to him, Zhong Xihou picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then frowned. He stared straight at the tea soup in his teacup, thinking about it, the same tea leaves, the same water, the taste is really different.
Different places.
The old Dragon King also took a sip, and then asked: "City Lord Zhong, why did you come here this time to see me directly instead of asking for advice?"
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but sneer, and simply drank the hot tea in the cup in one gulp, and said: "If you tell the old prince, in Lone Eyes, His Highness the Crown Prince's death is not considered a sudden death. On what day the Crown Prince dies, Lonely Concubine will be gone when he leaves the West.
Already know, old prince, can you trust me?"
Hearing this, both the old Dragon King and Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but stop their movements and stared directly at Zhong Xihou. Being stared at by the old man and the young man, Zhong Xihou laughed and let go.
Teacup said: "Life, death, wealth, and honor all have a certain number. Although I know it, I can't say it, I can't say it."
Zhu Yinuo felt that Zhong Xihou was bragging, but the old Dragon King would not think so. The old Dragon King sighed and asked again: "Does City Lord Zhong know..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhong Xihou raised his palms forward, interrupting the old Dragon King's words. Zhong Xihou still said, "Don't say it."
Marquis Zhong Xi didn't want to say anything, so the Old Dragon King couldn't ask any more questions. Today's Old Dragon King simply asked him, "Then why City Lord Zhong came here today?"
Zhong Xihou's answer was also very straightforward. His eyes were like those of a hawk, so profound that he seemed to penetrate the human heart. He asked, "Where did you get the thunder curse of Ten Thousand Burials?"
The Old Dragon King's hands were very steady and did not tremble due to Zhong Xihou's questions. Since he was ready to open the skylight and speak frankly, the Old Dragon King would answer directly whatever Zhong Xihou asked today.
"There is a place in the world called Jingzhou. There are thin dogs in Jingzhou called Yanyunqi."
Zhong Xihou was not surprised by these words. He nodded and said cheerfully: "The old prince is happy. Then, there is no harm in saying what the old dragon king wants to ask."
The old Dragon King glanced at Zhu Yinuo, with a smile on his face, and said, "Yinuo, do you have anything to ask?"
Zhu Yinuo clenched his fist, his left hand, hesitated for a few moments, and finally couldn't hold it back and asked: "Where did Xiao Wang offend Hou and Lord Zhong?"
When Marquis Zhong Xi heard this, he burst into laughter and threw his arms around. He didn't look like a hegemon at all. But since he said it, there was no harm in saying it, so he answered directly: "Because His Highness, Your Highness, I want to teach you a lesson alone."
.However, those fingers of yours are indeed not part of His Royal Highness’s plan.”
After hearing the answer, the old Dragon King's face remained calm, but Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened and he was lost in thought.
Zhong Xihou ignored Zhu Yinuo's reaction and began to ask again: "Why did those seven people die?"
The Old Dragon King's hand shook slightly this time, and the tea soup in the cup almost spilled out. Then he poured out the remaining tea soup in the cup and poured himself another cup. The Old Dragon King drank the tea in one gulp, hesitated for a while, shook his head and sighed.
, finally spoke as if he had made a rather difficult decision.
"This is City Lord's own family affairs, but Jian Nan has interfered."
The corners of Zhong Xihou's mouth twitched slightly, puzzled.
The old Dragon King sighed again and said: "Just as some people have gone to the West from time to time in recent years to look for trouble. Those who have passed through Lincheng have been in and out. Many of those who have left Lincheng have died in the West.
In the yellow sand of the earth, the one who wields the nine-section whip is considered a big shot in your western land, right?"
Zhong Xihou nodded, and then said: "He is one of the thirteen riders under Gu's command. He is called Xuan Snake. He has been loyal to me in the city that never sleeps for eight years. Xuan Snake has indeed escaped to the West."
The old Dragon King nodded, and then lamented: "In eight years, a wolf can grow into a dog. It's a pity that in another eight years, the snake's blood will still be cold."
"Oh, is that so? Then, Xuan She is also one of Yan Yunqi's people?"
The old Dragon King nodded, drank another cup of tea, and said: "The Eagle Claws of Jingzhou are all over the twelve cities. Maybe, there are people from Yan Yunqi or other organizations around City Lord Zhong."
Zhong Xihou nodded, and then said: "The old prince is the old prince, even those who have Yan Yunqi around him know it."
"If City Lord Zhong knows about it, it would be better to get rid of him as soon as possible."
Zhong Xihou nodded again and said meaningfully: "Snake blood is always cold, but wolves can breed dogs. What the old prince said is true. So among those others, are there people like Yi Shuihan among them?"
"It is true that the four swordsmen are all my friends, Yi Shuihan. What a pity, what a pity."
Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, puzzled, and asked: "Old Prince, this is a pity. What is a pity?"
"There is an organization in the world called Muhan Tower. I think City Master Zhong knows it better than I do, old man." Seeing Zhong Xihou nod his head, the old Dragon King hesitated for a few moments. He didn't know whether he was considering whether he should talk about it or whether he was organizing it.
At the end of the sentence, he said helplessly, "Someone among me, Yi Shuihan, also entered the Muhan Tower. It's a pity, it's a pity, but the people in the Muhan Tower found out after all."
"so?"
"So, someone from Muhan Tower came to help kill my disciple Yi Shuihan. Thunder Niu and Blood Phoenix took action together, and finally let the little dwarf escape."
Zhong Xihou's brows deepened. Thunder Bull and Blood Phoenix took action at the same time, but they were able to escape. Little dwarf? In an instant, golden light shot out from his eyes, and finally the corners of his mouth curled up, as if there was something in this that interested him.
The old Dragon King saw Zhong Xihou smiling at this time, but he didn't ask why. This time it was him who asked the question.
: "The black armor of the Nightless City may have swallowed up the white crow of Ziwei City?"
Called someone else, he might be arrogant at this time, but this person is Zhong Xihou. He shook his head directly and said: "In the final analysis, I, Heijia of the West, have no generals who are good at attacking cities. So the old prince knows,
Apart from that roll of things, what is your other purpose in coming to the city alone?"
The old Dragon King said "Oh" with confusion on his face.
Zhongxihou didn't hide it, and he didn't need anyone to praise him. Zhongxihou felt that his throat was a little dry, so he drank up the tea in the cup, saying "Ah" as if drinking strong wine, and then said: "Someone told Gu Mingyan
, His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of Jinling City, has great talents that know people well and make good use of them."
When the old Dragon King heard this, he burst into laughter, and then said: "City Lord Zhong is just joking. It's not bad to admonish Nan to do some small tricks to take care of government affairs, but he can also lead troops to fight..."
"So, I have been regretting something I have done. I have always thought that Zhu Jianying opened those brothels and fighting venues."
Hearing this sentence, he couldn't help but feel like a bolt from the blue, and looked at Zhong Xihou blankly. After more than ten seconds, the old Dragon King finally burst into laughter, with tears in his laughter. He looked at Zhong Xihou again, but his eyes were filled with all kinds of emotions.
, quite complicated. Zhong Xihou did not avoid the old Dragon King's gaze, his eyes were still bright, and he met his eyes.
The old Dragon King calmed down and said: "That woman, you should call her aunt. She was indeed sent to Zhong Nanyan by me, the old man."
Zhong Xihou did not have the same reaction as the old Dragon King. He just nodded, and then said: "Gu has known for a long time that if one day Gu falls in love with his own sister, he will behave like that, and it is only a matter of time before he kills himself. It's a pity.
What a pity, the city that never sleeps is the city that never sleeps, and Lincheng is Lincheng."
The old Dragon King nodded and replied: "Indeed, after all, my Zhu family is used to the south of the Yangtze River and cannot stand the dryness and wind and sand in the west."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhu Yinuo was confused. Even so, he still just listened quietly without speaking or asking.
"The wind is blowing, it's falcon season. After watching the Zhu family's play, it's time to go back to the West."
The old Dragon King nodded, and then said: "The old people are good-looking, and new talents are on stage. The opera will only get better and better."
Zhong Xihou dipped his finger into the tea and scratched it on the table. Then he stopped talking, got up and walked out of the house. Halfway through, he stopped, looked at Zhu Yinuo, laughed, and then
He said: "I heard that someone gave you the thin horse. I will find it for you. I only hope that you will live up to the owner of this sword and the intention of the person who gave it to you."
Hearing Shouma, a smile appeared on Zhu Yinuo's face. Seeing Zhu Yinuo's expression, Zhong Xihou laughed and went out.
When Zhong Xihou walked far away, what he said in his mouth was very clear.
"The turmoil in the world is beyond my generation, and the years are rushing me as soon as I enter the world. In the chat and laughter of the emperor's hegemony, I can't bear the drunkenness of life. I lift my sword and ride on the ghost rain, and the bones are like mountains and birds are flying. The worldly affairs are like the tide and people are like water, I just sigh
How many people from Jianghu are going back to Jianghu? Go to hell Jianghu."
Hearing Zhong Xihou reciting a poem and walking away, the old Dragon King nodded, and then said: "This poem by Hei Tan is not bad."
Zhu Yinuo frowned and said, "Isn't this written by Li Xianren?"
Hearing what his grandson said, the old Dragon King was suddenly startled, and then he looked helpless and said: "Promise, promise, let you study hard and not read the book. Li Xianren has more than a thousand poems, which one
Is it your grandfather that I can’t recite?"
Zhu Yinuo frowned, thought for a while, and then said: "Dancing brothel prostitutes, two servant girls Bai Yutong."
Hearing his grandson's serious rebuttal, the old Dragon King was slightly startled and started to think hard. But he had no choice but to say that his words just now were just arrogant nonsense, but now that his grandson said this, he was really stumped. The old Dragon King pretended to be calm.
, took a sip of tea, and then asked: "Yi Nuo, where did you hear this poem?"
Zhu Yinuo did not hesitate and said directly: "Li Yunhong heard it from the flower house."