Chapter 47

"This little thing doesn't look like Shen fan at all."

Deep in the old street, behind the counter of a wine shop, the middle-aged man dressed as the shopkeeper was playing with suanzhu, but from time to time he looked out of the door and suddenly laughed and commented.

At the only table in the lobby, there were several drinkers, one of whom was Mrs. Lu, who could hold them down with just a few words.

On the side of Mrs. Lu is a girl in black with delicate facial features.

However, although the girl was extremely beautiful, there was a touch of unspeakable heroism between her eyebrows and eyes. She was clearly young, but she did not smile with a straight face, some pretending to be mature.

Opposite Mrs. Lu, there was a young man in a blue coat.

But the young man seemed to be a little silent, sitting there wondering what he was thinking.

"As I said 22 years ago, Shen fan's character is steady and not enterprising. If he were to be an official, he would still have something to do. If he were to be in charge of the Shen family and control the future of the family, the prosperity of the Shen family would be defeated by him in less than 50 years. "

Mrs. Lu lowered her eyes and carelessly stirred the wine in the bowl with her fingertips. Looking at the swirling ripples, Mrs. Lu said in a soft voice, "well, he is a man of success. It's just a mediocre

After that, Mrs. Lu stopped the movement of her fingertips, and the white and tender palm of her hand still pressed on the table like a girl. She said faintly, "Shen Fangge, this little doll, is a demon talent."

"Hehe, if you can be praised by Mrs. Lu for her talent as a demon, this little thing is worthy of her life." The middle-aged man behind the counter put down his abacus and then looked at the man sitting opposite Mrs. Lu, who never spoke a word.

"See what I do?"

The young man glared back, "I'm not familiar with the Shen family."

The middle-aged shopkeeper said helplessly, "I didn't ask you again."

Then, the middle-aged shopkeeper seemed to have no intention of saying, "but you have put half of your wealth on the house of Lord Yan. We are not contaminated. We can watch the opera. You are not afraid that the momentum which the Yan palace has managed to cultivate is broken up?"

His words turned very smoothly, so that young people's eyes flickered and their fingers were pinched secretly, but there was no clue on his face. It doesn't matter that he said, "it's just a little fight. The general situation I want to fight for is not in this minute."

"Gu Haoran, you should be careful of being killed by thunder."

The middle-aged shopkeeper seems to have noticed something, with a smile like a smile.

The young man named Gu Haoran, who pinched his fingers in secret, became angry and said, "Jingchi, do you want to fight?"

"Ha ha."

The king shopkeeper, who taught Qu Haijiao a lesson before, laughed without saying a word. He picked up a rag and walked out of the counter and threw it to the figure squatting in the corner, "working."

Gu Haoran also looked at the young man in the corner and hummed in a stuffy voice, "Yao Dou, you can't even kill the peak, so don't you fear that old Dong will beat you again when he comes back?"

The boy in the corner turned a deaf ear, stood up with a rag and limped around the shop.

Gu Haoran was about to speak again, but was stopped by Mrs. Lu with calm eyes.

"All right, what's your anger with the kids?" Lu Fu said, "there are some reasons why we live in this street. Those other people think that we are not easy to provoke. That's because they don't know the inside story. In the final analysis, they are a group of old undead who can't even return home. They really regard themselves as experts? "

Gu Haoran suddenly said with a smile: "sister, I don't mean that."

Then he looked at the lame boy named Yao Dou and grinned: "well, before that, you also spoke for my sister. This time, you can't kill that poodle. I'll teach you something good and kill him in less than two years."

If someone else is present, he will be shocked by the profound meaning expressed in Gu Haoran's words.

Who is Qu Haijiao? He is one of the two eunuchs in charge of the palace and is known as the strongest immortal kingdom of swallowing heaven. His whole body was beaten with flesh and blood. Even master Mingyou did not dare to say that he could be killed easily.

However, Gu Haoran took it for granted to kill Qu Haijiao. The deep meaning of this incident made people feel cold.

But then Yao Dou refused: "don't learn."

Gu Haoran Leng Leng, "why not learn?"

"Two years is too slow to learn." Yao Dou cleaned up the counter with a rag, in a disdainful tone.

This time, even Mrs. Lu couldn't help laughing bitterly, "you child, you are really unlucky."

Originally some arrogant Yao Dou touched his head and made a clever appearance in front of Mrs. Lu.

The girl in black sitting next to Mrs. Lu raised her eyes, glanced at Yao Dou's face, and then ignored it.

"Forget it, this boy. Old Dong didn't learn much about his skills, but he learned seven or eight points from his crazy strength." Gu Haoran waved his hand and smoothed the wrinkles on his chest. He got up and said, "it's almost time. I'm going to see a play."

"Look back, don't help."

Manager Jing said in a calm voice, "you can't cover it with your nine stream derivation."Gu Haoran said faintly: "Shen Fangge may not win. Everyone thinks it is a small stone. If you don't hit your head and blood, you can't afford to despise him."

"What's more, it won't kill me."

With these two endless words, Gu Haoran has left the wine shop.

Manager Jing, standing outside the counter, sighed.

Mrs. Lu squinted and suddenly reached out to touch the girl's head.

The girl in black obstinately dodged, eyes have been staring at the bowl of wine, some coarse eyebrows slightly raised, some strange good-looking.

Mrs. Lu glanced at her, looked at her for a moment, and said with a smile, "it's not the time yet."

The girl frowned, pursed her lips, and looked disappointed or unwilling.

However, as she frowned, the middle-aged man who was chopping meat in the old street butcher's shop was chopping askew, staring at the meat in front of her, showing a dignified color in the depth of his eyes.

In the distance, two young people holding the chess game suddenly changed their faces and pressed the chessboard in a hurry.

Unfortunately, they are still a step late, being drawn by the inexplicable Qi Qi Qi, and the board of chess pieces is jumping disorderly. The chess game that was originally fought to the end has been in a mess.

The two youths looked at each other with bitter smiles and sighed.

further away, the tinker's clatter and the old fellow blackguard his anger.

In the hospital in front of the old street and deep lane, the scruffy old man suddenly pulled off a beard and cried out in pain. The simple and elegant woman who was reading books raised her head and looked at the direction of the wine shop, but she laughed helplessly and dotingly.

The old man sat up straight and complained: "when the child grows up, she naturally has her ideas. It's still hard for us to tie her up all day long..."

The simple and elegant woman closes the book, smiles but does not speak.

Seeing that she didn't agree with her, the old man felt bored and shook his head and whispered: "press it, press it. This girl has been hidden by you for more than ten years. Once she enters the world with a sword, you will have a headache."

"Five hundred years of sword forging and five hundred years of sharpening. What a magnificent scene would it be if the Lu people had kept this sword for thousands of years?"

"Old..."

The old man mumbled back and snored.

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