[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Shen Lang propped his head up, staring at the sky in a daze.

The blue sky, the white clouds, and the bright sun shone on the body, and wisps of warmth drew out the laziness little by little.

Shen Lang squinted his eyes and tilted his head, like a big cat curled up in the sun and lounging - there was one tilted on the rattan chair next to him.

The ginger-yellow fur is fed and smooth, the green eyes are half-opened and half-closed, and the long beard is fluttering in the wind - look closely, the leisurely and gentle demeanor, the carelessness of life , and it was printed out of the same mold as Shen Lang.

Just like that, one person and one cat sat at the same small table, lazily basking in the sun.

Until a bowl of Yangchun noodles was placed heavily on the table with a "bang".

The person was awakened suddenly, but the cat just opened its eyes and glanced at the table lightly, then slowly closed them again.

Shen Lang looked at Yang Chunmian in front of him with a smile.

The clear soup in the noodles lacked water, not even a chopped green onion, let alone a little bit of oil.

He neither disliked nor complained.

Just like what Wang Lianhua said, the money that should have been earned by him was earned by others, the red flowers he obtained from arresting the robbers were greedy for money by the bold and black-hearted government servants, and the only taels of silver left in his pocket were also taken by him casually. , Not a penny was left to the blind woman who was sitting at the corner of the street with her grandson begging.

The child with squinting eyes and crooked lips and a mangy head grabbed Shen Lang's clothes and stammered, "Okay... people have good rewards, and longevity is better than Nanshan... Gong, Gong Xifa Cai. "

Shen Lang, who had nothing left in his pocket, smiled and patted his head, then calmly crushed the lice that had jumped on his hands.

——So, he should not even be qualified to eat this bowl of Yangchun noodles.

But, who let the boss's house just gave birth to a big fat boy last night, he was so happy that he generously invited passers-by to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles as soon as the store opened in the morning.

Looking at the steaming hot noodles, Shen Lang smiled and passed what the child told him to the boss.

"Good people are rewarded with good rewards, life is better than Nanshan, Gong Xi Fa Cai!"

The boss laughed out loud, turned his head and muttered "Weird", and went to greet other guests.

Shen Lang picked up the chopsticks, and while eating the noodles, he listened to the diners chatting in the restaurant.

A place like a restaurant does not pay attention to "eat without talking, sleep without talking". People like to drink and eat meat while talking, as if they can drink a couple of drinks and eat half a catty of rice just by talking about those loose gossips. .

Shen Lang patiently picked out the topics he was interested in from the hustle and bustle of chatter.

For example, there is a resurgence of sand bandits in the northern desert, for example, the severe drought caused by locusts in Qingzhou, for example, Yan Tingyun was exposed, unbearable to be humiliated, and killed himself with a knife, and for example, when Chu Qiuci was buried, there was a lifelike "beauty" on top of the headless corpse. head".

These words were all heard from a knowledgeable white-faced scholar at the next table.

At this moment, his face was flushed, and he was spitting and talking about Chu Qiuci's funeral. With his exaggerated demeanor and words, he described this funeral as spending money like rain and piles of silver like mud compared to the emperor's burial.

The scholar's more and more mysterious words entered from Shen Lang's left ear and came out from his right ear.

Shen Lang thought to himself, what exactly is Wang Lianhua going to do?What does Chu Qiuci have to do with him?Why did he want to kill her?Why take her head?And why make such a big battle?

Shen Lang was in a daze when he suddenly heard someone from the other table say: "Did you know that Shen Lang, the son of 'King of Kyushu' Shen Tianjun, died on Chu Qiuci's bed!"

Shen Lang said: "...Huh?"

The person who talked to Shen Lang was a vagabond with a rough appearance and a black beard. This kind of person likes to show off his knowledge to others.

Seeing that Shen Lang was stunned by his own question, he was so proud that the beard on his mouth curled up.

He leaned into Shen Lang's ear, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "It is said that when the hero guarding Chu Qiuci broke into the door, Chu Qiuci rode on him."

"The skin is as white as snow, and it will melt if you touch it, and the waist is as thin as a snake, and it will break if you shake it...but it's headless!"

"When the servants of the Zhang family separated the bodies of the two, Shen Lang's thing was still hard!"

With a "click", Shen Lang, who had just put the noodles into his mouth, almost broke his chopsticks.

The black-bearded man continued to sigh: "Tsk tsk, the only descendant of the Shen family has such a famous family, but the only descendant has ended up in such an infamous way of death, what a pity for Shen Tianjun's reputation throughout his life."

Shen Lang didn't care what others said about him, but when he saw the reputation of the Shen family and his father Shen Tianjun being mentioned by the other party, Shen Lang couldn't help arguing: "Shen Lang disappeared in Jianghu for nearly a year, how did my friend know that he died in Zhang Huan? Is that person at home Shen Lang?"

The black-bearded man was surprised and said: "He said he was Shen Lang, and the Zhang family also said he was Shen Lang."

Shen Lang said: "Then it must be?"

Seeing Shen Lang's rebuttals, the black-bearded man lowered his face: "What evidence do you have to prove that he is not Shen Lang?"

Hearing this, Shen Lang was slightly taken aback.

These words are a bit embarrassing for him.

When he was ten years old, he donated all of the Shen family's property to Renyi Village, and traveled the world with light luggage.The things that were taken away from Shen's house in the past, were used or given away, and in the end there was not even a copper coin left. Where is there any evidence to prove who Shen Lang is?

Seeing the embarrassment on Shen Lang's face, the black-bearded man suddenly became elated again.

But he didn't enjoy himself for long.

Because at another table, there was a man in fine clothes who had been listening to them, put down his wine glass, and said confidently and calmly: "He can't prove it, but I can."

The black-bearded man who was repeatedly refuted by others, his face was almost as dark as his beard.

He suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "How do you prove it, kid?"

The man in Chinese clothes smiled and said, "Because... I am Shen Lang!"

Shen Lang opened his eyes wide in surprise, huh?

Just as the man in the fancy dress finished speaking, another person jumped up against the case.

He shouted: "Nonsense, I am Shen Lang!"

Strange and strange, there was already a "Shen Lang" who died in the Zhang family before, and two "Shen Lang" suddenly appeared here.

Before Shen Lang could think carefully about the key points, something even more surprising happened.

The words of the two "Shen Lang" were like sparks that ignited gunpowder. As soon as they uttered their words, there was a burst of cursing in the restaurant.

Regardless of men and women, old and young, those who drink and eat, those who tease dogs with meat, those who shout and punch, all put down their work and shouted in unison: "I am Shen Lang!"

Even a yellow-haired girl with soaring braids who was hugged by her mother clapped her hands and laughed, "Shen Lang, Shen Lang, Niuniu is also Shen Lang! Also Shen Lang!"

Shen Lang held the noodle bowl and watched this absurd scene with his eyes wide open, his pupils were full of surprise.

He was convinced that the name "Shen Lang" could not attract wealth and wealth, and that calling it would not lead to a successful official career and promotion.But why this group of people didn't even have time to eat, they were vying to be Shen Lang.

A good restaurant suddenly gave birth to a bit of horror and horror, a group of lunatics almost fought for a name!

The owner of the restaurant acted as if he hadn't seen anything, and happily came over to mix tea for Shen Lang.

Before he turned around, Shen Lang grabbed him and said, "Boss, do you dare to ask your name?"

The boss has a round belly and a round face, and the mouth and eyes can be curved to squeeze out the smile lines on his face.

He smiled and said: "Guest officer, you are being polite. Your surname is Shen, and the single name is Lang."

Shen Lang thought for a while and asked, "How is your son? Can you choose a name?"

The boss smiled and said: "Thanks to the young master's concern, the son inherits the father's name, and the dog son is also called Shen Lang."

After the boss left, Shen Lang stared at the noodle bowl in his hand and stared blankly for a while.

Then, as if nothing happened, he continued to eat noodles.

The black-bearded man at the next table reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Shen Lang looked at him suspiciously.

The black-bearded man stuttered nervously: "You, you are also called Shen Lang, right?"

The corners of Shen Lang's lips curled up, he smiled without answering.