The nobles from the East Factory spent so much money to celebrate the New Year at the Wang Restaurant. Shi Yong thought that no matter what, the White Horse Boat would have to find a reason to show her. However, after all, he was worried about the afternoon, the White Horse Boat did nothing but sending someone to urge refreshments in the middle.

The New Year’s Eve dinner began, and Shi Yong figured it out.

Just treat it as receiving a group of lunatics from the East Factory to build a team!

The sky is getting darker and the moonlight sinks behind the dark clouds. This is a New Year's Eve without moonlight.

Thinking of the New Year’s Eve last year, Shi Yong felt that this New Year’s Eve dinner was really comfortable. The soup was so fragrant. Shi Yong was happy and drank a few more cups. His cheeks were flushed and he was slightly drunk, and he was in a very comfortable state.

When she drank, she thought of Zhao Yin.

"Xianyi, let's go and pick up the marquis."

When Shi Yong left, Wang still packed food boxes for her in the kitchen, with all the wine and food for her son-in-law. Shi Yong asked Tana to carry it, so he bid farewell to his family and walked out.

The restaurant was very lively, drinking and chanting, and the group of Dongchang soldiers were also free to eat, and they all blushed.

Shi Yong took a look before going out. Baima Fuzhou was still sitting alone at the table beside the window, sitting gracefully, with a table full of dishes in front of him, he enjoyed it himself, but he placed a pair of bowls and chopsticks opposite the table and a full wine glass.

The bowl was filled with rice, and the chopsticks were inserted in the middle, looking like incense candles that were put into worship for the dead.

"It's the New Year. Come and pay homage to you!"

Baima Fuzhou's face was pale, far from what he had drunk, but he picked up the wine glass, signaled to the opposite side of the void seriously, then smiled and slowly entered.

Shi Yongdun step.

What is the White Horse doing when supporting the boat?

Talking to ghosts?

Shi Yong was far away and couldn't hear what he said, but when he saw his movements, his spine suddenly crawled into a layer of coolness.

The white horse held the boat and put down the wine glass. The smile on his face had not yet subsided. It seemed that he had not seen Shi Yong's scrutiny. He still looked calm and gentle. His face was not visible, but there was a lingering candlelight in his eyes, which made his eyes look particularly dark.

"It's easy to leave. Don't blame me for being cruel. If you are not me, if you are not me, if you are not me."

nerve!

Shi Yong turned his head and said, "Xianyi, let's go."

Xianyi responded and followed her with the food box.

"Are we really going? Didn't you tell me to stay here and pick you up after he finishes his business?"

Shi Yong hummed and laughed softly, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be about to overflow a clear spring.

"He has poor legs and feet. He must be suffering from the invitation of a lieutenant general today... Why should I pick him up?"

Xianyi pursed her lips and smiled, and said from the bottom of her heart: "The princess and the marquis and his wife are in love with each other, and they are really enviable."

Shi Yong smiled and said, "You and Brother Jiu will do it too."

As she said that, she bumped into Xianyi's shoulder, "It's the New Year, don't you want to pick up Brother Jiu?"

Xianyi lowered her head shyly, "I don't want to."

Shi Yongchen smiled: "My words are wrong!"

The two of them laughed and got on the carriage while talking and laughing. Several guards and maids followed.

In the lobby of the restaurant, the white horse held the boat and held the wine in the glass tightly, pushed open the window and looked at the slowly passing car.

"Mu Li."

A figure approached with a knife, "Super the Lord."

Song Muli looked at the white horse's boat for a moment, his voice lowered, and there was a hint of unidentified sigh.

"There is a general in charge here today, so they naturally dare not move."

Baima Fuzhou sneered, his tone light, "What if his wings grow hard and he doesn't even listen to my words?"

Song Muli frowned, "I have investigated it. A spy came, but he didn't think he would not take action."

Baima Fuzhou said, "Show me the prison. If you have any news, come and report it immediately."

Song Muli glanced at him and lowered his voice, "Supermaster, this is your last force in the capital. Why should the Supermaster... try every means to eradicate it?"

The white horse held the boat down the window and looked at him coldly.

"The power of this governor in the capital is the East Factory."

His eyes swept over the soldiers who were eating, drinking and playing boxing not far away, "These people are the reliance of our governor. Those who are ruthless in the future are not allowed to say anything—"

Song Muli responded, but his eyes were full of confusion when he looked at him.

One way to make arrangements and the other way to solve the situation. Even a personal guard like him is difficult to understand the behavior of a white horse supporting the boat.

“No need to be surprised.”

The white horse supported the boat and pushed the wine cup to Mu Li, pointing to the other party’s bowls and chopsticks.

"Sometimes you see it's not me, but him."

Song Muli couldn't speak.

If so, he would like to invite a doctor for the Supervisor to take a good look at his mind.

...

The old year is removed by the sound of firecrackers, and the fireworks are welcoming the New Year.

Along the way, Shi Yong saw the lights of every household, and heard the firecrackers and the cheerful screams of children coming from somewhere.

What a New Year.

A straw troupe was set up in the Shenji Camp, with meat boiled in the big pot and wine filled in the big jar. A group of shirtless men were blushing and thick-necked. They went on stage to compete and fell, which attracted cheers from the crowd.

The New Year atmosphere in the military camp is different from that in the market.

Before Shi Yong entered the palace, he felt the lively atmosphere.

Instead of letting the door whistle come in and pass it through, she held Zhao Yin's token in her hand and drove straight in with Xianyi.

The camp was so noisy. Zhao Yin sat alone in the main seat below the stage, enjoying the performance on the stage. He did not notice that Shi Yong came in. When a scent approached, he wanted to turn his head, but his arms were already being held by the woman. His soft and greasy body slid down and sat next to him.

"Mr. Don't move! You have been kidnapped."

Zhao Yin:...

He slowly looked at a slight redness in his eyes, his tightly pursed lips slightly upturned, and he could tell that he had drunk some wine and was in a good mood.

"What does the female gang mean?"

On the way! Shi Yong cheered in his heart and praised the Dongding Hou who soon entered the role performance. Seeing that the left and right generals and schoolmen were far away, he turned his head and said to him almost like a whisper:

"I still owe the Marquis a lust for a moment. Isn't this Baba here to make up for it?"

Zhao Yin felt restless.

This woman was so bold that she dared to say such things in front of a group of big men in front of everyone.

He looked at Shi Yong reproachfully, but Shi Yong had already regained his serious expression, picked up the wine pot and filled it with him, met the bunches of inquiring eyes, and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Marquis has always been a small amount. I am afraid that he will miss the problem too much, so I will help you. Brothers, I wish you a cup and wish you peace and good luck in the Year of the Monkey!"

The generals and schoolmen stood up and raised their glasses: "I wish you peace, good luck and good luck, harmony and beauty!"

Shi Yong: "Do it!"

All the generals: "Do it!"

Zhao Yin sat there and looked at the bold and heroic woman, with a few brows, then he held her hand and sat down.

"Naughty! How can I get drunk too much?"

Shi Yong whispered, "I'm drunk for no reason, it's easy for you to do it. I'm afraid you'll be drunk... It's a mistake!"

Zhao Yin raised a smile on his lips.

"You woman..."

"Marty..." Shi Yong interrupted him, his fingers hooked in his palm: "Let's go away?"

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Happy National Day holiday ~

ps: Thank you for my big fan's cloak, I love you~~ I'm better than a big heart.

Fixed typos!
Chapter completed!