Song Yang smiled and shook his head: "Speak some truth and make a living, you three don't need to be too serious."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Zhi, the third child, snorted coldly and stared at Song Yang with empty eyes: "The way to strengthen a country is related to the well-being of all people and the prosperity of the nine states. In your eyes, is it just nonsense to make a living?
"Is the young master a little too..." As he was talking, there was a ring of rings, and Xiaojiu came out of the back room with a bad look on her face. She was originally making tea for the visitors, but when she heard three people entering the door, they spoke rudely.
The girl was already planning to drive them away on behalf of her master.
The charming girl suddenly appeared. The expressions of the three brothers changed slightly, and they kept blaming each other, but their eyes looking at Song Yang were mixed with some expressions that could not be distinguished from envy or jealousy.
Song Yang was very responsible. He stood up, took the tea tray from Xiao Jiu, offered three cups of fragrant tea to him, and said with a smile: "Drink water, continue talking, I'll listen."
As if they were deliberately trying to show off their skills in front of the girl, the three brothers started to teach Song Yang a lesson almost at the same time. The room was a little chaotic for a while, but before they could sort out the order of speaking, there was another knock on the door outside, and Song Yang dropped the three lustful girls.
The husband opened the door, and this time a beautiful woman in her early twenties came.
After opening the door, the woman was not in a hurry to speak, but looked up and down, looking at Song Yang almost inch by inch, looking at him from head to toe; Song Yang was not at a disadvantage, he also looked at him carefully.
Be careful.
Wearing a splendid Luo shirt, with pleated skirts flowing behind her, her bun is high and her facial features are exquisite. From her dress to her appearance, she looks graceful and luxurious, but there is an old mark that is more than an inch long on her smooth and plump forehead, which reveals a hint of blood.
gas.
After looking at each other for a while, the woman showed a sweet smile and spoke politely: "I'm here late at night, I'm sorry for disturbing the young master. I just didn't expect that the young master would have visitors here at this time." After saying that, he looked away and said,
Smiling and nodding to the three Mr. Hong in the room.
The brothers surnamed Hong and she had known each other for a long time. They all stood up and returned the greeting, saying with a smile: "Hello, everyone, Nan." The young woman surnamed Nan lives in the inn, and is naturally a candidate for the talent selection. Not long ago, Xiaojiu counted it for Song Yang.
She is the outstanding dancer.
Song Yang turned sideways to open the door and let her into the room. Everyone Nan shook their heads: "Since Mr. Song has guests, it's not easy to disturb him. I'll come to visit him next time."
"Everyone Nan, please stay." Song Yang said with some doubts in his tone: "I would like to ask, have you and I... met before?" Song Yang felt that the other party looked familiar, but he was obviously a stranger and couldn't remember when we had met before.
Pass.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, the "Nan family" who had already walked a few steps turned around and came back. Instead of opening his mouth, he opened his arms and gave him a hug. Nanli was the imperial court of the Han Dynasty, but there were many ethnic groups in the country.
Compared with the folk customs in Dayan, it was much more open, but a direct hug like this was a bit too shocking. The three Mr. Hong in the room were all dumbfounded, with expressions of surprise, astonishment, and some envy...envy from the bottom of their hearts.
In addition to being horrified, they were inevitably upset and their mouths were dry. The three brothers picked up the teacups at the same time, both to moisten their mouths and to cover up their embarrassment.
Mr. Nan held Song Yang in his arms, rested his pointed chin on his shoulder, and whispered in Song Yang's ear: "My surname is Nan Rong, my last name is Nan, but my last name was Rong when we last met..."
At this point, Song Yang suddenly realized: "Did Gu Zhaojun ask you to come?"
Nanrong Youquan did not answer, but continued to whisper: "I once had a little cinnabar on my right arm... I will never forget this kindness." Then he let go of Song Yang and took a few steps back, his smile still decent.
Generous: "The gentleman's demeanor is even better than before. Youquan is relieved, at ease, and even happier."
Then Nan Rong turned to look at Xiao Jiu in the room, smiled and praised: "My sister has such beautiful hands." Finally, he saluted Song Yang again, turned around and walked away.
Song Yang turned back and looked at Xiaojiu, who was similar to the Hong brothers. His face was full of shock and he was in a daze, obviously not knowing what was going on.
Gu Zhaojun was so powerful that Xiaojiu and Nanrong Youquan both regarded him as the head of the family, but they belonged to different 'systems' and had never met each other before, so Xiaojiu didn't know what was going on.
Rong Youquan almost died in his own hands back then, so how could Song Yang care about the current Nan family? He didn't pursue anything for the time being, closed the door, returned to his seat, and asked the Hong brothers: "Have you finished teaching the three seniors?" Buck teeth
Hong Yi reluctantly came back to his senses, waved his sleeves vigorously, and calmed his face again: "What, do you have something to say? If you are not convinced, you can argue, no problem." The three brothers each have their own ugly looks, but they have
They have a common problem: they have the habit of gesticulating, swinging their sleeves and stamping their feet when speaking, which dazzles people.
There was silence in the room, and Song Yang was silent. After waiting for a moment, Song Yang said four words: "Speechless."
Hong Yi disdains the cold exposure: "You know you are wrong and are speechless? In that case, let's give up..." Halfway through his words, Hong Yi felt a sharp pain in his throat, as if a ball of fire suddenly burned, and his voice immediately
Go hoarse.
Not only him, but the other two brothers also suffered from severe pain in their throats without any warning, and then inexplicably became mute. No matter how hard they tried, the words they wanted to say would turn into mute "Ahhhhhh" as soon as they uttered them.
"This is called being speechless!" Song Yang took some time to relax and spoke leisurely, then laughed again: "Are you three sick? This is not the selection stage, nor the Golden Hall. There is no imperial envoy to judge and no holy emperor to comment. Here
Even if I win the argument, will it be of any use? Come and give me a showdown? Is it interesting? But what’s the use?”
The Hong brothers looked at each other blankly and despairingly, and they still don’t know what happened. Xiaojiu had seen Song Yang’s ability to use medicine, and was a little surprised to understand that this was Song Yang’s method. No need to ask, it was when he delivered the tea just now.
The medicine made three noisy people mute.
Xiaojiu giggled, walked over with a light step, imitated the tone of the Hong brothers just now, and asked them jokingly: "My young master said that you are sick. If you are not convinced, you can argue, no problem...what, you also
Are you speechless because you know you are wrong?"
The three people were mute and naturally speechless.
There is also a real mute here in Song Yang. He was originally lying in a side room to rest without having to see guests, but when he heard the laughter and cries outside, the mute became curious and came out to watch the fun.
Unexpectedly, the mute saw his "comrades" when he came out, and there were three of them.
Xiao Jiu had fun, put on a fierce look, stretched out his hand, and sneered at the three brothers: "Have you seen him? He just talked too much at the beginning and was poured down by my young master with a cup of tea. It has been more than ten years now.
You can’t speak now!”
The mute made a sound, I don't know whether it was to argue or to agree.
The three brothers of the Hong family were shocked and disgusted. The eldest brother stared at Song Yang and wanted to fight for his life. The second brother kept clasping his throat hard, and the third brother had a face full of pleading... They were full of great talents and ideas, and in the end they had to rely on their mouths to speak.
Once they come out, they will be completely dead once they become mute. The three of them would rather break their arms and hurt their eyes than lose their mouths.
"From now on, you can only drink plain water for thirty-six hours. The medicine will wear off on its own after three days. Remember, you can only drink water and not eat anything, otherwise you will be mute for the rest of your life." Song Yang waved to the three of them.
They rushed away. Seeing that the three people who were so arrogant and questioning each other a moment ago all turned into mutes, Song Yang himself was overjoyed, but he didn't make things too difficult.
The Hong brothers were "speechless" and ran away. While Xiaojiu was laughing, he gave Song Yang new tea: "These people have offended my young master, and it would be too lenient to spare them just being mute for three days."
Song Yang shook his head: "Not only do you have to be mute for three days, you also have to be hungry for three days, and you have to worry for three days. Don't forget that it's the Chinese New Year right now, and everyone is laughing outside. It's very uncomfortable to be hungry and scared at this time."
Xiaojiu came closer: "Is it true that you can't eat?"
Song Yang smiled: "Of course not, I'm just trying to fool them. No matter what, the potion will dissipate after three days. I guess the people surnamed Hong will also be suspicious of the warning not to eat, but do they dare to try it?"