v2 Chapter 12： Want to destroy the family?

The next day is the day of the temple fair.

In the early morning, someone was selling fried fruit along the street.

The diet of Zheng people is very different from that of Qin people. Qin people like to eat pasta, but Zheng people like to eat glutinous rice.

This fried fruit glutinous rice is ground with glutinous rice, kneaded, and pressed with a big stone for one night, then it is smashed into a round egg-sized round, fried in oil, and then poured with a layer of brown sugar juice. .

For the Qin people in the Changling and Guanzhong areas, it is natural to be sweet and greasy, and I am afraid that I will fall out of the bowl because of sticky teeth.

Ding Ning did not refuse this kind of sweet food. He asked for two of the thick porcelain bowls. But when he was ready to pay, the woman who sold the fried fruit was determined not to accept it, with some shame: "Since it is a family Master's guests, two worthless things, how to collect money."

Ding Ning brows slightly and looks at the woman who is obviously with a strong Zheng population. She asks: "How do you know that I am a guest of the family?"

"There was already spread in the inner city yesterday. The guest who lived in the inn was from Changling. You are obviously Changling accent, and it is the same as the boy who passed the biography. Of course it will not be someone else. "The woman explained generously."

"It seems that today is destined to be annoying."

Thinly chewing the sticky glutinous rice dumplings, looking at the woman who was ashamed to leave, Ding Ning turned to look at Xue forgetfulness: "Now everyone in Zhengcheng City has felt that we are the guests of the family, the result At the end of the day, the guests are looking for the troubles of the family. At that time, we are definitely awkward in their eyes."

Xue forgot to laugh, "Sometimes people feel that you are awkward, but you can't help it. This feeling is also very good. Especially when you don't need to care about their opinions."

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The fire is prosperous, Zheng people worship the stove god, not only to find the stove fire, burning, every meal can be warm, and the days are more and more red.

Therefore, the timing of the sacrifice is the strongest noon in the sun.

However, the temple fair also covers the trading of various goods, so since the early morning, Zhushan County has become more and more lively, and gradually it is a lot of cars and horses.

At half an hour from the right time, the east and the west of Zhushan County were both slamming and drumming.

A group of people dressed in fancy dresses with various colorful masks on their faces first danced along the street and danced.

This is the great **** of Zheng people.

It is said that this way can communicate ghosts and gods, begging for Kangan.

These people are followed by a high number of cases carried by a number of people, with a variety of offerings on top.

According to the rules, after the tribute team set off, there was a team of gods who invited the gods to carry out the food that was enshrined in the street.

After a lap on the established route, they will be sent back to the Temple of Fire Temple in front of the Temple of Fire, to receive the offerings, and then the major clan of Zhushan County, the nobles of the official turn into the incense.

At this time, in front of the Fire Hall, the table of the incense was ready, and dozens of mahogany seats were placed on both sides.

On the empty side of the side not far from the incense table, standing a handsome young man dressed up, it is the only grandson of Fengjia’s grandfather.

Feng Futang walked toward him quickly and whispered: "Xue Forget and the boy named Ding Ning, it seems that there is no plan to leave the store."

"I said that I will leave today. As a result, I will not leave the store at this time. It seems that there is really an idea." Feng Qing said with a sneer: "There is really an idea, and that is really not self-satisfied."

At the same time, several carriages stopped in the depths of a quiet manor.

In an elegant small building in the garden, two maids are serving a man who looks like a face of more than 50 years old.

A maid applied a hot, soaked towel to the man's face and gently pressed it.

The other maid was gently combing his dark hair roots with a scented comb.

The man was very patient and waited for the heat from the towel to seep into the skin on his face.

When the towel cooled, the maid changed a clean water towel to help him cleanse and repair the horns, he only asked the middle-aged man who stood at the door: "Xue forgets to leave but has not left?" ”

The middle-aged man waiting at the door did not have the slightest dissatisfaction, and replied clearly and quickly: "There is no way to go out."

"I really want to wait for me?"

"He can't ignore the disability of Xue Xue. I am a big tycoon but it is a big business. Why should I drop my identity and stand in the same position?"

"When I appear, let him not appear."

This man who enjoys two maid costumes is naturally the master of the family. Zhushan County is the most loved one. After he said these words, he looked at the middle-aged man and said: "But In order to prevent accidents, let Mrs. Eight follow, just don't arrange for her to sit down, just waiting with you."

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The team that jumped the gods is already approaching the temple of Zheng people.

"Good life follows me."

Looking at the time, Xue forgot to take off the peanut shell that fell from his body. He looked at Ding Ning, who had no interest in the third dish of salted peanuts in front of him. He said this and then got up.

Most of the pedestrians have already marched along with the team of the great gods, so the streets around this inn have been somewhat deserted.

However, Xue Forgiveness was in front. Ding Ning followed Xue Xingxue to get out of more than ten steps. Dozens of men wearing gray shirts have already walked out of the surrounding streets.

On all sides of the roof, there are also metallic reflections.

A dark-skinned man, but the lean and powerful man went to the front of Xue Forget and Ding Ning more vigilantly. He wanted to speak, but he still had time to open his mouth. Xue forgets that he just looked at him faintly, he felt The other two eyes looked like two giant hammers in their minds.

His legs couldn't help but be soft, almost sitting down on the ground.

"You don't have a few homes, and no one can stop my way unless I am alone."

Xue forgets nothing and says with no interest.

"噗", the dark-skinned, lean and powerful man spit out a blood.

He bit his tongue and let the pain make him more awake and calm.

"We really can't stop you, but we can die."

The dark-skinned man was not afraid at all, his mouth was bleeding with blood, and he pulled out a short sword and pointed it at his throat. He sneered: "In the future, it is Xue Dong who is here for your own enmity. Kill the ring."

After the pause, the man looked at Xue forgetting, and then screamed: "I know that Xue Dong is a master, but you may not be able to stop many of us from committing suicide. And I can remind Xue Dong, we They are all Zheng. Even though Xue Dong is not afraid of the wrath of His Royal Highness, it is too much trouble. I think Baiyang Cave will definitely pay more."

Looking at the man in front of him and the hot eyes of many people around him, Xue Blessed his brows slightly wrinkled. He considered that sealing the turbidity would prevent him from meeting with the turbid, but did not expect the other party to use such a the way.

"You are the ones who seal the family. Do you want to rebel if you do this?" Just when he was hesitant, Ding Ning’s calm voice rang.

The dark-skinned man and many people around him who could sacrifice for the family looked at the Changling teenager. They didn't understand what Ding Ning meant.

"We didn't have any interest in such a temple fair, but we only heard from you yesterday that the temple fair is different from the past. The most important thing is that the paintings and calligraphy of His Royal Highness will be enshrined in the Fire Hall. We are going now. It is to pay tribute to the paintings of His Royal Highness." Ding Ning calmly looked at the people around him, slowly and clearly said: "Now you don't admit it, but if you die, you will find it in the future. The relationship between the family and the family. We are going to pay tribute to the paintings and paintings of His Royal Highness, but you will not let us go to see you. You Zheng people are desperately trying to stop the Qin people from paying respects to the paintings of the Queen. The family is going to rebel. You Zhengren...is a city Don't want to live, do you want to completely destroy the family?"

After saying these words, Ding Ning pulled the sleeves of Xue Forgetting, and looked at them no longer, and went on.

Xue Forgot to look at him with a look of approval, and no longer said, go straight ahead.

The black man holding the short sword and all the other Zheng people recalled the words of Ding Ning. The cold sweat constantly slid out of their skin, and in this cold weather, they quickly wet their underwear.

"No wonder Wang Taixu is so convinced of you." Xue Forgot turned to look at Ding Ning, smiling and whispered: "Not only has the ability to open the clouds to see things, it seems to be a rhetoric, use the righteous to press these things You are also good at the extreme."

Ding Ning smiled coldly and dismissively said: "Playing with power, using the principles that can depend on life and death to swear these things, how can people in this mountain place compare with those in Changling?"

Xue forgot to laugh, haha, said: "I just don't know what the tricks are."

"See the move." Ding Ning looked at him. "I heard that the best eloquent is simply not giving the other party the opportunity to speak and speak."

Xue forgot to think about it and said: "It makes sense."

At the moment when his voice sounded, a soft world of heaven and earth came out of his body.

The pace between him and Ding Ning seems to be no different in peacetime. However, in the next moment, the figure of two people is too fast to imagine. The pedestrians on the road only feel the wind blowing between the eaves on the top of the head. But I only saw two faint figures, such as Yunhe.