The dry things in the sky,

It’s night in Chang’an.

The abortion of the Zhuque Street skyrocketed to its peak unprecedentedly. That night, the people in the City Guard were destined to be in a state of great difficulty.

Hou Junji personally put on his armor and led his troops to patrol everywhere.

I found a few small waterfalls on the way, and the cause was that the children were naughty and burned their own things.

The children naturally had to fight, and the people from the city guards ran around to put out the fire, as tired as dogs.

Hou Jun gathered his energy and didn't fight each other, and it was difficult for children to discipline them. He just scolded a few parents when he caught them.

Finally I was idle and went to He's Restaurant with a few deputy generals to finish my meal.

As soon as I walked into the restaurant, I was jumped off by the crowded hall in front of me.

“What’s going on this year? People everywhere.”

Hou Junji spat in anger, and saw that there was no place, and he was about to turn around and leave.

The old shopkeeper at the counter hurriedly ran out and shouted, "General Hou, wait."

Hou Junji frowned slightly and looked back.

The old shopkeeper bowed respectfully: "The general is here to have a meal, why did he turn around and leave?"

Hou Junji pointed to the grand occasion in the hall, and the meaning was self-evident, and there was no place.

Seeing this, the old shopkeeper laughed: "General, follow me."

Hou Junji and several deputy generals whose chests were so hungry that they were pressed against their backs looked at each other, and finally followed them in.

The old shopkeeper took them all the way to the second floor.

Hou Junji's face was gloomy, and the second floor booth was full. I really saw a ghost this year. Have the rich people ran to Chang'an?

The old shopkeeper smiled and pointed to the third floor: "General, several military officials, please ask for it on the third floor."

Hou Junji said angrily: "The first and second floors are full, can there be free private rooms on the third floor?"

The old shopkeeper nodded slightly and smiled, "General Hou, don't worry, my husband told me that no matter when tonight, as long as the soldiers from the city guards want to have a meal, they have already gone directly to the private room on the third floor, and the food is free and the wine is calculated separately."

Hou Junji was stunned when he heard this.

The old shopkeeper continued: "It's not just that my He family restaurant has emptyed the box on the third floor, but also Vientiane City, Home Inn, Zuixianju, as long as we cooperate with our Shuofang Chamber of Commerce, there will be enough space tonight for the military men of the city guard to have a meal and rest."

"This..." Hou Junji was moved: "It was all the explanations from the husband?"

The old shopkeeper nodded with a smile.

"Haha, then we're not polite. We're so hungry. Forget about wine, food, etc., just give us a big pot of mutton and dozens of steamed buns."

Hou Junji is not a greedy person. He is grateful for Xi Yunfei's kindness, but the food in He's restaurant is already expensive, so he feels sorry for ordering too much, so he just gives a mixed soup with steamed buns and just fill it up.

When the old shopkeeper heard this, he just smiled and bowed, and there was nothing, so he went downstairs to arrange it.

However, what surprised Hou Junji was that the old shopkeeper did not order food as he asked.

In addition to the mutton and steamed buns that Hou Junji asked for, he also delivered seven or eight signature dishes from He's restaurant.

Several evil men looked at each other at the table of delicious food. Hou Junji smiled bitterly, without any pretentiousness: "What are you looking at? Eat!"

After eating and drinking.

The group came to the first floor lobby to check out.

The old shopkeeper wanted Hou Juncai's money to be refused to be rejected by both sides.

A guest behind him shouted loudly: "Hey hey, have you heard that? The husband has written lyrics again, and it was written specifically for the fairy Qingyu..."

···

The sheng and flute rise by the pool of Qujiang River,

The night falls and the moon hangs in the air.

Outside Qujiang Pavilion, countless small boats came across the water.

Xi Yunfei and Wang Huai and his group stood on one of the black-sailed boats, looking at the brightly lit lake view in front of them, and secretly praised the prosperity of the times.

"Mr. Lang, you are going to have a big show tonight."

Mr. Kong is a type with a relatively outspoken personality. After getting familiar with each other, he will be with two brothers.

Xi Yunfei was no wonder, and waved his hand with a smile.

Seeing this, the young men next to him came over. Before he had contacted him, he always thought that Xi Yunfei should be very cold.

But after a brief contact this afternoon, they all found that Xi Yunfei was quite easy-going. As long as it was not a matter of principle or was offended by words, he would basically not turn against him.

"If you want me to read it, I should add another song award tonight. Lang Jun's song "Qingyu Case·Yuanxi" will definitely stand out."

"Hey, you guys tell me, if those courtesans heard this poem by Langjun, would they post it and let Langjun sing the poem for them?"

"Nonsense, that's for sure. Whoever sings this poem will win the first place."

Xi Yunfei couldn't listen: "Okay, okay, all are quieter, there are more and more people, don't let people laugh at it."

Upon hearing this, the young men nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, low-key, low-key."

Wang Huai looked at them angrily: "You guys, you all know how to attract the storm."

Master Kong was dissatisfied when he heard this: "How can it be called "Going the Flame and Attachment? Brother Wang can't be simpler?"

Wang Huai was stunned for a moment and pointed at his nose with a look of surprise: "I'm not simple?"

Mr. Kong smiled and said, "It turns out that Brother Wang still has self-knowledge!"

"..." Wang Huai glared at him: "Okay, you are just gentlemen."

Looking back, Wang Huai looked at Xi Yunfei: "Mr. Lang, did you really sing your lyrics for Qingyu?"

The voices of the two could avoid the group of young men behind.

They didn't know that Xi Yunfei had handed over "The Qingyu Case·Yuanxi" to Wang Huai, and Wang Huai handed over it to Ruan Qingyu.

Xi Yunfei nodded slightly and said, "I can't blame your brother for his affairs. Ruan Qingyu is an indirect victim, just treat it as a small help, but your brother... find a way to solve it, I feel disgusted."

Wang Huai's expression moved slightly, nodded, and said, "I'll send him to Annan and hand it over to Pei Ming. Instead of letting him suffer a disaster at home, it's better to throw it there and eat and wait for death."

Xi Yunfei looked at Wang Huai's expression and saw that he was not at all reluctant, he felt relieved.

Wang Bin's pervert is not worthy of sympathy. If Wang Huai protects him, Xi Yunfei might have to consider the cooperation between the two.

With a bang.

The boat stopped at the dock, and the boatman jumped to the dock and used an iron hook to secure the boat to the wooden pile.

Xi Yunfei stood at the bow of the boat and jumped over first.

Just landed.

"Ah~ It's the husband!"

"Yes, I finally saw a living person."

"Wow, my little husband is so handsome, it's my dish!"

"Little slut, when you see each other, you said you are waiting for the prince."

“…”

Xi Yunfei looked up in the voice.

The pier is connected to a wooden plank road with the shape of "Zhi", which leads directly to Qujiang Pavilion.

At this time, in the dim lights of the night, the long wooden plank road was filled with people.

"Wow, my husband glanced at me."

"No, no, I would have come to Chang'an early if I had known it. Maybe I would have been together with Langjun."

"Mr. I will not marry you in this life..."

Xi Yunfei:⊙﹏⊙∖∣

Wang Huai: ╮(╯_╰)╭
Chapter completed!