Xiao Heng followed the waiter upstairs. The tables that were usually placed were gone. There were only three or five people sitting on the second floor, but there were as many as twenty or thirty people accompanying them.

The attendants were dancers, singers, and instrumental teams that played and sang... In addition, there were several women who were specifically responsible for changing soup and pouring wine standing behind the guests.

It seems that the dishes have not started yet, but there are already many exquisitely shaped dishes on the table - these things are not for eating, but for viewing, commonly known as "looking at dishes".

The ripe fruits placed on the table are not for eating, but for smelling... They are considered the fruit fragrance of the Song Dynasty.

If Xiao Heng was sitting here and being watched by so many people, he might not even be able to eat... but the few people on the table were not at all uncomfortable.

Among them, a small literati was chanting the red man passionately, and what Xiao Heng heard before going upstairs was the voice of the little literati.

After he finished singing, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and stopped talking. He seemed to be inexplicably impressed and unable to extricate himself.

The man dressed in a merchant sitting at the bottom of the table smiled and said, "The shame of Jingkang has not yet been achievable. When will the hatred of the minister be destroyed... Good words, good words... Unfortunately, although I think it's good, I can't tell what's good about it. I still have to ask Lord Li for advice?"

The person sitting in the main seat was a middle-aged scholar with eight beards. He shook his head regretfully when he heard this: "It's good, but it's a pity... it's not the time."

"How do you say this?" the merchant asked in great cooperation.

"The court is now fighting for the Jin people. Although the Shen Dang is in great influence, the Jin man has broken Yingtian Mansion. Will it be necessary to cede land and pay compensation when discussing peace? So the Shen Dang cannot bear the responsibility for losing land... Such a man Jianghong is like slapping Shen Dang in the face. I believe this author also knows that his writing will anger Shen Jun, and he still dare not come out and admit that it was his own doing."

The Bashihu smiled faintly, with a sarcastic tone in his eyes and a little contempt, as if he was disdainful to join the Shen Dang. However, he also looked down on the author of Man Jianghong.

"Oh? Aren't the Huang Party proud? They have always wanted to cross the Yangtze River." The fat merchant asked humbly.

"Hmph... When this song Manjianghong was released, the Shen Party was just a difficult time to live in a face, but the Huang Party was roasted on the fire! Even if the Jin people could be reborn, it would be hard to say whether Yingtian Mansion could take it back. This poem forces them to have a big victory or win the Tian Mansion, otherwise... hehe, the current officials are famously mean and rude."

Lord Li touched his eight-handed Hu and still gave a high point of guidance, as if the world's affairs and all officials in the court were under his control.

"How? Brother Surong, what do you think?" Lord Li turned his head and asked the scholar wearing a square scarf next to him.

"...Nothing to say." The scholar Fang Qian waved his hand and looked at the direction of the stairs - where the waiter was leading Xiao Heng up.

Lord Li followed the gaze of the scholar Fang Qiang, frowned slightly and said, "Who is here? I only meet friends today, not guests."

"I'm sorry... Sorry, this person is here to deliver pastries... It was said that Boss Zhao ordered it." The waiter turned sideways and gave Xiao Heng out.

"That's right, I wonder who is looking for the boss?" Xiao Heng asked with the food box.

"I'm just... put the food box here and leave." The boss was quite displeased when he saw Lord Li, and he didn't give Xiao Heng any good face. He waved his hand and called Xiao Heng out quickly as if he was knocking away the flies.

Xiao Heng stood still and nodded to the scholar Fang Qiang - this one was the one who had been with the slightly fat scholar before, but Xiao Heng just heard the face of the scholar Fang Qiang's name was Surong.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Boss Zhao said angrily.

"You don't have any small business on credit." Xiao Heng smiled.

"You!" Boss Zhao felt embarrassed and dared to tear off his own table in front of the noble man. "I can still lose money on your money! How can I ask for it as a table?!"

"You can't miss it, please?" Xiao Heng still smiled faintly, without even the slightest fluctuation of his eyes, and he looked like he was spitting on his face.

"You!! I'm so angry!! Come on! Get out of here!" Boss Zhao took out a piece of silver from his arms and threw it hard according to Xiao Heng's head.

"Bang."

Xiao Heng reached out his hand effortlessly and stumbled with his hands: "Not enough."

"..." Boss Zhao, dressed in a merchant, had a pale face and could not speak. Finally, he gritted his teeth and barely uttered four words: "How isn't it enough?"

"Boss Zhao has ordered 40 yuan, one hundred yuan per piece, and a total of four taels of silver. Your piece is only one tael." Xiao Heng still maintained his faint smile.

Lord Li said strangely: "What kind of pastry costs 100 yuan per piece?"

"This cake is called jujube cake, from 7749..." Xiao Heng repeated Lao Ma's slogans continuously. This was originally written by him, but now it is much smoother than Lao Ma's slogans by himself.

"...This cake was only half a moment after it was delicious." As he said that, Xiao Heng opened the food box directly, and a strong fragrance suddenly came to his face.

Lord Li only felt the sweet smell lingering around his nose, and his mouth and tongue produce saliva and index fingers.

"Why are you still stunned? Why don't you send it to Lord Li?" Seeing that Xiao Heng was not moving, Boss Zhao came up and wanted to snatch the food box from Xiao Heng's hand and send it to Lord Li himself.

However, this capture was not taken away, and Xiao Heng's hand seemed to be like a rock [pán] Shi Wei still moved.

Boss Zhao was a little confused, and he took it hard, but Xiao Heng still refused to let go.

"You!?" Boss Zhao was shocked and angry.

"No credit." Xiao Heng said with a smile.

The merchant closed his eyes and opened it again and no longer had anger. He took out a small silver ingot worth five taels from his arms and stuffed it into Xiao Heng's hand!

"Get it." After that, I went to grab the food box again.

"There are too many." Xiao Hengdao.

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"I'll reward you!"

"Sorry, buying a flat surface and selling a flat surface is not a second price." Xiao Heng turned around and said to the waiter, "Can you borrow silver cutters for use?"

"Uh, this..." The waiter was silent.

"Okay, okay, don't make things difficult for the waiter in the shop... Just take it with you if you reward you." Lord Li said with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Lord Li." Xiao Heng immediately let go of the food box and bowed to thank him. This made Boss Zhao stunned before he reacted, and then he brought the food box to Lord Li with it.

"It's a wonderful person... do you have any study?"

"Learn."

"Then what do you think of Man Jianghong?" Lord Li looked at Xiao Heng with interest.

"Wu Mu's suicide note is good, nothing to say." Xiao Heng threw out the bomb lightly.

"...Wu Mu's suicide note!?" Lord Li was stunned, then frowned slightly, "How dare you say that this is Wu Mu's suicide note?"

"Because this poem flowed out from him." The scholar of Fang Qiang interrupted lightly.

"Hiss...is really that?" Lord Li was shocked.

"I was there that day, so that's right." Fang Qian Sect confirmed.

“…What do you call me about Brother?”
Chapter completed!