Wei Shu

Chapter 126 Gaqin
The visitor didn't seem to care about his injuries. After putting down the hem of his robe, he raised his chin at A Yin who was standing beside him, and said in a low voice:
"You're lucky, you didn't come to see your grandfather these few days, otherwise you wouldn't be able to stand here, tsk tsk, with your small body..."

He shook his head, with a look of disdain on his face, thinking that the battle where he was injured was very dangerous.

In just a few words, the cause and effect were all clarified, and the tense atmosphere in the room dissipated.

A Yin first thanked all the gods and Buddhas in the sky in his heart, and forced himself to apologize with a smile: "That is, that is, the younger one is not as brave and good at fighting as you are."

Wumeng also put down his wine glass at this time, clapped his palms and said with a smile: "I, Harqin, respect warriors the most. Your Excellency is a true warrior. I hit it off with your Excellency. Come and sit down, so we can eat a few big bowls of him raw."

"Haha, my friend is such a cheerful person." The man in the chair laughed and said, and immediately clasped his fists together and performed a courteous salute: "Don't dare to ask your name."

"In Xia Wumeng, I came to Guibao Land today because I heard that Your Excellency has good things on hand. I have never liked good things the most in my life, so I asked A Yin to be a middleman, and I wanted to buy some from Your Excellency. "As Wumeng spoke, he returned the gift of the golden man with his hands on his chest.

"It's easy to say, easy to say." The man in the chair knocked on the armrest, and the female guard behind him immediately pushed up the seat. In the weird "creaking" voice, the man's blunt golden words were not concealed. Just listen to him:

"Brother Wu is polite. I'm Xia Jiangyang, the Jiang Yang of the Jiangyang thief. Haha, although the name of Xia doesn't sound very nice, the goods in my hand are absolutely good, and I guarantee that Brother Wu will be satisfied."

Wu Meng didn't expect that Jiang Yang's bandit was actually called Jiang Yang, so he couldn't help but startled, and then laughed out loud, saying:
"Brother Jiang is really funny. We Halqin people have a proverb: No matter how much words are spoken, they will be blown away by the wind, and even the thinnest grass will take root in the soil. In the words of your Song Dynasty, it is: A gentleman does not care about his deeds."

He said the last sentence in Song dialect. Although the pronunciation was a bit weird, he could barely make out the general idea, but he flattered the other party without any trace, and the implication was that he understood that Jiang Yang must wait for the business. He didn't care about covering up his whereabouts, and he was still willing to regard the other party as a friend.

The man who called himself Jiang Yang was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the last sentence of Song Yu, and the female swordsman behind him was still pushing the chair hard, watching Going up, he had no intention of resolving doubts for the master.

Of course, it may also be that this Xinli swordsman can't understand Song language.Wumeng thought so.

The atmosphere in the arena became a little tense for a while, but luckily there was A Yin, seeing no one said anything, he bravely laughed dryly and said: "Jiang Dashou, this Mr. Wumeng praised you just now for being a gentleman. "

Jiang Yang's thick and black eyebrows trembled immediately, he looked up to the sky and laughed:
"I... I do business without money, and I only recognize Mr. Copper Coin and Master Gold and Silver. If you have money, you are a gentleman, and if you have no money, you are a villain. My friend Wu seems to be a gentleman. The gentleman is above, and the villain is first. A toast to you."

He was full of indecent nonsense, and the huge wooden wheel finally rolled to the wine table. Without saying a word, Jiang Yang picked up the wine pot and poured and drank, and drank three glasses in one go. It was splashed all over the table, and it was bold and unrestrained. Even if A Yin watched from the side, he had the feeling that he was really in the same room with a certain Jiangyang thief.

He shrank his neck involuntarily, and his eyes drifted to where Jiang Yang and the two came from.

Meng Chun'er bowed her eyebrows and bowed her head, she was standing quietly beside the fan in the back hall, holding a qin in her arms.

This qin is known as the "National Music" of Xinli Kingdom. The sound of the qin is short and hoarse, with the color of sad wind, which is very different from the quietness and tranquility of the five and seven strings in the Central Plains, and the peace and harmony of Zhongzheng.

Looking at the Jiaqin from his home country, and thinking about the encounters of the past few days, Ayin felt a little sad for no reason, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, and dared not say anything.

The evening wind brushed over the gauze of the window, and the water in the pool outside the window was slightly cool, and the wind also carried some coolness.

Meng Chun'er seemed to be a little bit unable to restrain the coldness of the spring night, and hugged the Jiaqin in her arms even tighter, and lowered her head, she moved her lotus steps lightly, and slowly turned to the Qin platform beside her.

This place is quite far away from the banquet, and the candles in the hall can't even reach it. Under the flickering light and shadow, the woman put down the qin, sat down on the qin platform with her knees bent, and plucked the strings with her fingers.

"Ding Dong" several times, the low and hoarse strings echoed in the house, drifted into the night with the wind, and dispersed outside the Long Street of Fireworks.

A Yin stared at her bewilderedly, only felt that Meng Chun'er tonight had a special charm, different from the past.

"Good wine! Grandma Te, it's really good wine! Come on, Brother Wu, let's drink this!"

The vulgar sound of persuading him to drink woke up A Yin who was in a trance. He hurriedly turned his eyes back and glanced at Wumeng who was sitting not far away.

Wu Mengyue sipped the wine himself, with a very happy smile on his face, but there was a deep chill in his eyes, which made people daunting.

A Yin couldn't help feeling chills down his back, his face turned pale again, and he subconsciously backed away, wishing he could keep retreating into the wall.

"Useless things." A low reprimand came suddenly, and A Yin was stunned immediately.

Is it Xinliyu? !And the speaker is a woman? !
He looked around in surprise following the voice, and saw a gray veil hanging down.

It turned out that the female swordsman was speaking.

Seeing him looking over, the female swordsman snorted, raised her chin, and the gray curtain turned to another direction, as if she disdained to meet his gaze.

This female swordsman wasn't actually a person from Song Dynasty pretending to be?
A Yin was almost shocked, but he didn't dare to look any further, and quickly lowered his head, trying to hide himself in the corner as much as possible.

Wei Shu's eyes flicked across his body, and looked at the golden man behind Wumeng who was obviously a guard. He focused on it for a moment, and finally looked back at Wumeng.

Naturally, it is impossible for her to be intimidated by Wumeng's eyes like A Yin, let alone the one with the "broken leg".

Unexpectedly, Wu Guo has both body and spirit when he pretends to be a reckless rivers and lakes. It was the first time I met him, so I might be deceived by him.

When thinking this way, Wei Shu couldn't help but continue to look at Wumeng.

The standing ones and the one at the door are easy to talk about, but the sitting one, the Halqin businessman?
Lie to ghosts.Wei Shu raised her eyebrows behind the curtain.

If this person was a businessman, she would immediately cut off his head and serve the two of them with dinner.

(End of this chapter)