Chapter 6 Night Talk

Author: Guanghan

Chapter 6 Night Talk

Night, Yuelai Inn, in the room.

Puchi, Puchi... The sound of the candle burning sounded. Under the candlelight, I saw a graceful figure walking back and forth in front of the small bed, pointing fingers.

Opposite her, Fang Yanming knelt on the bed, his arms landed on his thighs, his hands holding his little face, looking desperate.

Feng Heng pinched his waist with one hand, kept pointing at his nephew with the other hand, muttering something in his mouth.

"As the saying goes, a gentleman does not move rashly, and he will have a way of moving. He should be careful in his words and actions, and everything should be in accordance with etiquette. Let's look at what you do today, what you think!"

Fang Yanming's little face became more and more confused, and his little head began to light down gently.

Perhaps because he noticed his nephew's condition, Feng Heng's voice suddenly rose.

"Did you hear it?"

"I heard it!"

Fang Yanming suddenly jumped up and answered loudly with his arms raised.

As if he was thinking of something, he lowered his head and looked around, tidied up his clothes, bowed his hands, and slowly bowed to Feng Heng.

"It's all my nephew's fault, please calm down my anger. I will definitely keep your teachings in mind tomorrow."

As he said that, he raised his head carefully and secretly looked at Feng Heng's face. Seeing her satisfied expression, he immediately let out a light breath. However, he seemed to hear someone exhaling with him.

Feng Heng, who had returned to normal, was so kind. She rubbed Yanming's little head gently and said gently: "Not bad! Not bad! My son is talented and originally said that he wanted you to relax for a while. But, from this perspective, he can start reading some books!"

My aunt's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, instantly knocking Fang Yanming back to her original form.

He thrust backwards, put a big word, and collapsed on the small bed. It can be said that he was so happy when he found his aunt yesterday, and now he felt so sad.

Thinking of his future days, Fang Yanming suddenly felt sad from his heart, and he actually started to roll on the bed, of course, and with the wailing sounds.

"Ah... you kill me! I won't learn! I won't learn!"

Fang Yanming's wailing came to an abrupt end. Feng Heng stood directly on his nephew's body, facing his face, his beautiful eyes were filled with evil eyes, his red lips opened slightly, and a cold voice came from his mouth.

"Don't learn? Really?"

Fang Yanming's heart skipped a beat, his little face turned pale, and he turned his cross-eyed eyes to Feng Heng's eyes hard, and his little head began to shake like a rattle. He felt something was wrong, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Finally, he found that it was not shaking his head, nor nodding, and he was stunned.

He curled his fingers and gently shaved his nephew's little nose. Feng Heng smiled and dispelled the cold air in the whole room.

"Be good... Listen to my aunt's words, study hard and practice calligraphy. I will let your uncle make a roast duck for you tomorrow."

"good!"

Fang Yanming returned to his lively appearance.

After all, he is a five or six-year-old child. Even after a year of ups and downs, even if he is smart and smart, he is easily coaxed...

The candlelight was still clear, and Huang Yaoshi sat cross-legged on the big bed, meditating and practicing. Feng Heng held Fang Yanming in his arms, holding a book in his hand, and whispering something to him. Fang Yanming was confused, his eyes narrowed and his little head was bit by bit.

Huang Yaoshi's closed eyes suddenly opened, with a shiny light radiant in it. He turned his head to the door and said leisurely: "Who is visiting? Huang is missing the welcome, so I hope you don't blame me."

Hearing the sound, Fang Yanming became energetic in an instant, and directly came out of his aunt's arms, jumped and ran to the door.

"I'll drive! I'll drive!"

Feng Heng was about to stop him, but when he saw her husband shake his head slightly, he stopped his thoughts.

With a creak, the door was opened directly, and a thin figure stood at the door.

He is about seven feet tall, has a vicissitudes of face, has short beards under his chin, and has a headband tied around his forehead, and casually tied his scattered hair behind his head.

Wearing a worn-out constable suit, although his clothes were old and even washed a little gray, they were very clean. Combined with his stories-filled eyes, it made people feel unconsciously good.

Seeing the person in front of him, Fang Yanming's face instantly filled with surprise.

"Ah! Uncle Zhao!"

As he said, his little hand pulled up the calloused big hand and dragged him into the room.

Fang Yanming pulled Zhao Ning to the side of the stool and pressed it gently. Zhao Ning followed the child's tricks and landed directly on the bench.

He patted his little head and remembered something. Fang Yanming rubbed directly against Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng who were already sitting together, picked up a cup, picked up the clay pot, and poured tea.

The room became strangely quiet, and suddenly it felt something was wrong. Fang Yanming raised his head and saw Zhao Ning on the opposite side looking at him with a smile. He turned his head and found that his aunt and uncle beside him were also smiling.

Hehe...so he also smiled stupidly, making the three of them even brighter.

He carefully brought the cup full of tea to Zhao Ning and put it down, and then rubbed it directly on the bench beside him.

"Tomorrow!"

Feng Heng smiled and showed a clear gesture to Fang Yan.

Fang Yanming also understood immediately, and directly pulled Zhao Ning's arm, gathered it over his head, and began to pull his mouth up.

"Auntie, uncle-in-law, this is Uncle Zhao Ning and the constable here. Let me tell you, Uncle Zhao is so awesome! Every time I'm hungry and can't find food, I go to the wine stall to find him, and he will treat me to food!"

"And! Uncle Zhao has a knife, but it's so fun! I took it out and played with it once. Uh... it's just a bit too big and can't move."

"And! Uncle Zhao is all good, but unfortunately he is not very smart! He has never caught a thief!"

"And...um...um..."

Zhao Ning's face was full of smiles, but the more he heard it, the more he became, the more he was wrong, and he immediately covered the mouth of the stinky brat beside him.

Put him on the stool, the two of them faced eyebrows, eyes, and eyebrows were dancing, and they began to have a puzzle.

Bad boy! Stop talking! If you believe it or not, I will tell you about stealing your sister Hua's clothes!

Humph! If you don’t say it, don’t say it! Let it go quickly, otherwise I will tell you that I am a dog and I will bite you directly!

Having already met the code, Zhao Ning breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his hands.

"And! Sister Hua likes Uncle Zhao, and Uncle Zhao also likes Sister Hua!"

After a loud shout, Fang Yanming jumped directly behind Feng Heng, grabbed the clothes hard, and occasionally sneaked out of his head to peek at Zhao Ning opposite him.

He thought that the secret he had buried for many years had been exposed. At this time, Zhao Ning blushed and seemed to be bleeding, and his head was so low that he wanted to drill into the floor under his feet.

Suddenly, Zhao Ning looked serious and heard his angrily shout.

"What a thief!"

He stood up instantly, stepped on mysterious steps, and his figure seemed to be illusory. He ran out of the room. When he left, he did not forget to bring the door up.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yanming curled his lips and said in a resentful manner: "Bao, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, again! Every time Sister Hua is mentioned, it's like this!"

He wrapped his arms around his chest, then stretched out his small fist and waved it, shouting at the door: "You wait for me! When I grow up, I will definitely buy the best spirits to drink you to death! Then throw it directly on Sister Hua's bed!"

At the entrance of the inn, Zhao Ning looked calm and gentle. He seemed to have heard something, so he looked up and looked at the second floor, laughing silently.

"This brat!"

Then he took a step and walked towards Yihongyuan.

In the inn room, three people sat opposite each other, with a bag separated by the table, which was left by Zhao Ning when he left.

Fang Yanming stepped on his legs to the stool, lay on the table, and stretched his hands hard towards the bag in the middle. Finally, when he was about to touch it... the bag was moved away again.

Fang Yanming's little face cried, wrinkled his nose, and began to complain.

"Auntie... look at him, uncle-in-law!"

"Stop coming! You little monkey! I haven't done anything else these two days. I've asked you clearly about your temperament! I'm sitting there with peace of mind. My aunt and your uncle have something to ask you."

Looking at Feng Heng's smiling look, he pouted and could only sit down honestly, but his unhappy look was a complete look.

Feng Heng sat next to his nephew, hugged him in his arms, slammed his chin on his little head, and comforted him with a warm voice.

"Okay, good boy. Tell me your story to me! I want to hear it!"

"Hmph! Just tell me! I will tell you what you want to know, aunt!"

"Then let's talk about where your lightness and internal skills come from! My uncle-in-law really wants to know!"

Hearing Huang Yaoshi's words, Fang Yanming grimaced at him, turned his head and crawled into Feng Heng's arms.

"I won't tell you a little bit... I'll just tell you! I'll just talk to my aunt!"

Feng Heng patted his back gently and said gently: "Then tell me about these three people you have met in the past two days."

"Okay!"

"That old man seems to be an elder of the Beggars' Sect. He clamors every day that he wants me to join his Beggars' Sect! He is so annoying! By the way, aunt, what is that Beggars' Sect?"

At this time, Huang Yaoshi's voice sounded.

"The Beggars' Gang is named because the gangs are all beggars. It is the largest gang today. It is said that it has 100,000 gangs, and it is spread all over the world. The disciples of the Beggars' Gang are called "the heroic and righteous, helping the weak and the poor."

"The current leader of the gang is Hong Qigong, one of the five great masters in the world, and is known as the Northern Beggar! His eighteen dragon-subduing palms and dog-beating sticks are so powerful."

Hearing this, Fang Yanming curled his lips and said, "You are so powerful, isn't it still a beggar's nest? I don't want to be a beggar!"

He seemed to think of something, his eyes rolled around and asked Huang Yaoshi excitedly, "Uncle-in-law, my aunt said that your martial arts skills are amazing! Can you beat that northern beggar? Do you want to fight?"
To be continued...