[King Shen] Please enter the urn

The next day, at Chenshi, the three of Shen Lang went to Feixia Garden in the west of the city.

In the early morning, the autumn wind is slightly cool, the clouds are rolling in layers, and the red sun is looming under the floating clouds, casting a cool light.

After yesterday's accident, although the three of them have not parted ways, Zhao Bishou's stern eyebrows, Yin Qing's indifferent expression, and his vague guard against Shen Lang all show that the relationship between them is no longer as harmonious as before.

Zhao Bishu glanced at the plaque with the word "Feixia" written on the gate, walked in with her head held high.

Yin Qing, who was following behind her, paused, hesitating.

Not only did he have doubts about Shen Lang - he didn't believe that Shen Lang was Shen Lang.

At the same time, I feel that this invitation to the theater is a dangerous Hongmen banquet.

Under such a heavy worry, with his body injured and lack of energy, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The warm and graceful word "Feixia" on the plaque in front of the door, he actually saw the killing spirit.In his eyes, even the exquisite and elegant arches turned into a bloody mouth, waiting for the person who entered the door to smash the bones and eat the flesh.

Zhao Bishu heard the footsteps stop behind her, she frowned and turned her head, snorting coldly, "Why don't you leave, are you afraid?"

Seeing being underestimated by his junior sister, Yin Qing hastily explained: "Junior sister, I am worried about your safety!"

"This place is full of dangers. It's obviously a trick for me to wait for those guys who pretend to be ghosts!"

"It's fine if I come alone. If you make any mistakes, how should I explain to Master..."

Before Yin Qing finished speaking, Zhao Bishu interrupted him: "Enough is enough, don't say any more!"

"Since we have agreed to come, don't push back and back away at the door! Let the other party underestimate us!"

These words were reprimanded and reprimanded, without even saying "senior brother", that arrogant attitude looked like Yin Qing's senior, not Yin Qing's junior sister.

Zhao Bisuo has always been used to being domineering in Tishman Gate. Even though Yin Qing is a big brother of Tishman Gate, she still has to be respectful to Zhao Bisuo on weekdays.

At this moment, being robbed and ridiculed by Zhao Bisuo, his face turned red and he was annoyed, but he didn't dare to throw anger at Zhao Bisuo.

Turning around and seeing Shen Lang following behind unhurriedly, with a calm and leisurely look, he suddenly felt that the smile on that face was an eyesore no matter how you looked at it.

So he sneered and said, "Isn't it because someone made up his own mind, obviously a hideaway who wouldn't even say his name, and has the face to make decisions for us."

Seeing Yin Qing's anger burning on him, Shen Lang smiled helplessly, and was about to explain.

Zhao Bishu interjected, "It's because we are not capable enough to be taken down. We can't blame Big Brother Shen for making false promises to that thief in order to save our lives."

"Besides, the other party released him easily based on Brother Shen's promise, and didn't care whether we would definitely come as promised. Isn't such an act a demonstration against us?"

"He just wants to tell us that he has set a net here. No matter where we flee, as long as he wants to, it's easy to catch us. So he doesn't care if he releases us first, let us go to the banquet honestly, Still put a knife on the neck, and escorted us to the theater."

Zhao Bisuo's words were coherent and well-analyzed, and Yin Qing couldn't help but look at her again and again.

Yin Qing really didn't understand when his arrogant, reckless, tiger-like junior sister learned to think calmly.

Before he could figure it out, Zhao Bishu said with a smile: "I heard these words from Brother Shen, and I think they are very reasonable."

"So brother, you don't have to be indecisive like a woman, mother-in-law."

She sneered, "We have to jump into this trap."

"If you were forced to jump with the knife resting on your neck. I see you as a big brother of Tishman Speyer, I, the daughter of the head of the sect, still have some face left!"

After all, she crossed the threshold without looking back, and drove straight in.

Shen Lang looked at Yin Qing, and quickened his pace without any trace.

If he was a few steps later, his face would be burnt through by that fierce gaze.

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As soon as the three of them entered the door, an old man with a slightly slender figure and a fine attire greeted him with a smile.

As Wang Lianhua said, Steward Zhang really took on the role of welcoming and seeing off the guests.

As soon as Yin Qing saw him, his anger finally had an opening to vent.

He sneered and said, "Butler Zhang, when I saw you yesterday, you were still cowering and frightened. Why are you smiling all over your face today? Aren't you afraid that you will lose your old teeth?"

Facing Yin Qing's sarcasm, Steward Zhang didn't show any anger, and even smiled even wider on his old chrysanthemum-like face.

He said: "Look at what you said, the servant is the face of the head of the house. When a distinguished guest comes, I don't dare to make a sad face. Even if I laugh my old face to death, I won't regret it."

"Patriarch?" Chewing the word in his mouth, Yin Qing's expression became more and more sarcasm.

"You changed the owner in just one night. If Mrs. Zhang knew about it, would you be angry with me?"

Steward Zhang smiled and said, "I don't know if Madam will be pissed off because of my small role. The old slave only knows that if I don't recognize the new owner, my old bone has already been hung on the eaves corner of the gate." Let's go dry instead of standing here talking to a few people."

"Madam is Yuguanyin, a living Bodhisattva, with the most kind heart. I must not bear to let this old servant go down to serve her so early."

Butler Zhang's shameless words left Yin Qing, who was not good at talking, speechless.

The previous anger could not be vented, and it caused a lot of anger again.

Impulsively, Yin Qing slapped out with anger.

Before touching Butler Zhang, a hand suddenly appeared, holding his elbow and drawing a semicircle.

Yin Qing watched helplessly as his palm hit the empty space.

He glared at Shen Lang and said, "What are you doing!"

Shen Lang said: "Do what I should do."

He asked back, "What are you doing again?"

Yin Qing shouted angrily: "Kill this shameless traitor slave for Mrs. Zhang!"

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it because of impulsiveness?"

Yin Qing choked, and said, "I, I..."

Shen Lang said again: "Isn't it because of anger?"

Yin Qing blushed and said, "I, I...not!"

He poked his neck and stared at Shen Lang, if Shen Lang said one more word, he would roll up his sleeves and fight Shen Lang, even ten junior sisters couldn't hold him back.

Shen Lang really said one more thing, but what he said was: "Of course I believe Brother Yin."

He smiled and said: "I believe Brother Yin is neither impulsive nor angry, but out of righteous indignation and wants to teach Madam Zhang a lesson."

"However, we are on the other side's territory after all, and Steward Zhang is an old man, so he will definitely not be able to survive Brother Yin's palm."

"One thing more is worse than one thing less, brother Yin, what do you think?"

Yin Qing's face was as deep as water, he was not an arrogant person, and he regretted it after being impulsive.

Seeing that Shen Lang moved a step for him, he pondered for a moment, and said to Steward Zhang: "Hmph, I won't argue with you today, let's lead the way!"

Butler Zhang smiled and bowed his hands to the three of them, leading them through the winding corridors and into the theater viewing hall.

At this moment, the hall is already crowded with people, bustling and bustling, very noisy and lively.

Forty or fifty round tables are arranged in a patchwork pattern in the spacious lobby, and each round table is made of delicate and moist huanghuali.Tea and fruit products, melon seeds and pastries are placed on the table.Six or seven people sat around a round table, drinking tea and eating fruits, talking and laughing happily.The atmosphere was loose and noisy, and it was a lively scene waiting for the big show to start.

Shen Lang recognized a few half-familiar faces in the crowd, and it was the person who called himself "Shen Lang" he met yesterday when eating noodles in the noodle shop.Even the three or four-year-old hairy girl was there, held in her mother's arms, fiddling with the beads on her mother's hair bun.

Steward Zhang, who was walking in front, glanced at the little girl, and muttered in a low voice: "The daughter-in-law of the Liu family is really too, why bring a girl to see the excitement? Is it so easy to take advantage of the free price?"

Shen Lang twitched his ears, walked to Steward Zhang, and called out with a smile, "Butler Zhang."

Housekeeper Zhang responded with a smile, "What are your orders, Mr. Xiang?"

Shen Lang said: "Do you know that little girl?"

Butler Zhang said with a pleasant smile: "This old slave grew up here, and there are few people in this town whom this old slave doesn't know."

"That girl is the youngest daughter of Butcher Liu who butchers pigs at Caishikou. She was probably brought out by the wife of the Liu family to see the world."

"My old man has a good memory!" Shen Lang said with a smile, "Then how many people here are not familiar to my old man?"

This seemingly inadvertent question made Butler Zhang tremble all over.

He turned his head to look at Shen Lang, and after only one glance, he didn't dare to look again.

He felt that those slightly curved and slightly upturned eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge, they could cut his face with just one glance, and expose his heart and stomach to the sun.

Steward Zhang didn't dare to say much, and respectfully arranged the three of Shen Lang on a generous red sandalwood table directly in front of the stage.

Before leaving, taking the opportunity of pouring tea for Shen Lang, he whispered in his ear: "There are so many that I can't choose, it all depends on my husband's own eyesight."

After Steward Zhang stepped back, the three people at the red sandalwood table fell silent again.

Holding a teacup, Yin Qing stared at the table silently, anyone with a discerning eye could see his seriousness and vigilance.

Zhao Bisuo looked at Shen Lang for a moment, she bit her lips with her fine white teeth, and was about to say something to Shen Lang.

Suddenly, there was a sound of lang lang lang, gongs and drums on the three-foot-high stage.

Accompanied by a melodious long tune, a plain skirt and robe, with a green lotus scarf wrapped around her head, looks like a character dressed as a peasant woman, holding a baby in her arms, and comes out gracefully.

Her walking posture made people look extremely awkward, her whole body was straight and stiff, as if her whole body was full of bones, without tendons or soft flesh.

She walked to the front of the stage one step at a time, bowed to everyone, and raised her head.

With an oval face, high nose bridge, and graceful eyebrows and eyes, she looks like a handsome beauty, but those eyes are as lifeless as dark stones, without a gleam of brilliance.

Her vermilion lips parted slightly, revealing two thin slits from the corners of her lips to her jaw.

The girl from Butcher Liu's family choked up loudly in fright.

The woman blinked her eyes, her head turned strangely and slowly to the direction of the crying sound.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, staring straight at the ball joints exposed in her skirt, and then suddenly realized——

This beautiful woman in her arms is actually a puppet!

The author has something to say:

Is it because this article was written?Or is Shen Wang too cold?It feels like no one is watching, alas.