The happy life of a prodigal

Fang Xiu secretly sighed, quite melancholy.

Zhao Yan glared at him again, snorted coldly, and then walked into Chunfeng Building alone.

Fang Xiu felt a little helpless and followed in.

As soon as I walked into the Chunfeng Building, I saw that the tables in the lobby were full of people.

There were also a few drunken alcoholics lying on the ground.

There is a strong smell of alcohol in the air...

The picture in front of me looks a bit like a bar in a previous life.

but……

Chunfenglou is a restaurant, not a brothel, so where do so many drunkards come from.

Just as Fang Xiu was curious, he saw the shopkeeper of the restaurant rushing up to meet him.

He walked up to Fang Xiu, made a bow, and said respectfully: "Little Lu Si, I have seen the young master."

Seeing the respectful appearance of the shopkeeper of the restaurant, Zhao Yan suddenly remembered that the Chunfeng Building was originally owned by the Fang Mansion.

Thinking about what she said before, she suddenly felt a little hot on her face.

What I ate... It seems that it is indeed his family's rice.

Chapter 36 There must be evildoers

"Don't be too polite."

Fang Xiu waved his hand and asked, "What's the matter with these people?"

Shopkeeper Lu glanced back, and there were more than a dozen 'corpses' lying on the ground and on the table.

He turned his head and said respectfully: "They just drank the young master's wine and got drunk."

Fang Xiu nodded: "I understand."

The scene in front of him was within his expectations.

It is common sense for these people to treat highly distilled wine as rice wine and get drunk like this.

Shopkeeper Lu bowed and said, "Master, the Accord is already full, I'll send someone to clear one room for you."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, just order the back chef to make two random dishes."

Fang Xiu said casually.

"Yes, sir."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant saluted, then turned and retreated.

It was the Lantern Festival, and there were not many vacant tables in Chunfeng Building, so Fang Xiu found a seat at random and sat down.

He greeted the boy again and added three chairs.

There was a chair, but Bai Xiaochun and Xiu'er refused to sit down, they just stood behind him.

He greeted repeatedly, and the two were willing to sit down.

Zhao Yan sat next to him early on.

A group of people sat down, and the back kitchen served the dishes.

She suddenly said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "I owe you what I owe you, and I will definitely pay it back in the future..."

Fang Xiu looked at her, smiled, and said, "My lord has made a note. If you don't return it when the time comes, the police will arrest you."

Zhao Yan gave Fang Xiu an angry look, "Stingy!"

"Guest officer, your dish is here, please take it slowly."

Most of the servants in Chunfeng Building are new recruits, they have never met Fang Xiu before, they only treated him as an ordinary diner, and were not overly hospitable.

After putting down the dishes, he went to greet other guests.

He said that he made two random dishes, but what was served was all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, covering the small table.

Before leaving the mansion, he already had dinner, even if the table was full of delicacies, it did not arouse Fang Xiu's interest.

Xiu'er, on the other hand, stared at the freshly fried sugar cakes on the table, almost drooling.

Anpingbo Mansion is a family that has lasted for more than 200 years, and the rules in the mansion are strict.

The servants have no chance to eat at the same table as the master.

Even a favored personal maid like Xiu'er has never had dinner with Madam.

That is to say, after following Fangxiu, I can occasionally get a few pastries.

So Fang Xiu didn't move his chopsticks, and Xiu'er and Bai Xiaochun didn't dare to move either.

As for Zhao Yan, although she really wanted to taste the taste of the fried golden sugar cake that exudes a tempting aroma.

But he just kept his eyes on the ground and pretended not to be interested.

After half a stick of incense passed, Fang Xiu stunned found that the dishes on the table had not been touched, and asked, "Why don't you eat any vegetables?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Zhao Yan say: "My girl is not hungry."

Bai Xiaochun said, "The little ones don't dare."

Letting you eat is not to go to the frontier to fight, why not dare?

Coming from the earth, Fang Xiu did not have such a strong class concept as the ancients.

So I didn't notice this, and I was stunned before reacting, and said: "I'm not hungry, you guys eat first..."

Bai Xiaochun lowered his head and said, "The little one is not hungry either."

Fang Xiu had no choice but to glance at Xiu'er beside him.

Xiu'er was staring at the candies on the table, and noticed Fang Xiu's gaze, she hurriedly lowered her head, and whispered: "Xiu'er, Xiu'er is not hungry..."

Fang Xiu shook his head, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of sugar cake, and put it in Xiu'er's bowl.

"Eat a little even if you are not hungry, otherwise you will be cold."

Xiu'er's pretty face flushed, and she whispered: "Thank you, young master."

The voice is soft and waxy, like honey, which makes Fang Xiu feel inexplicably comfortable.

A girl as sweet and salty as Xiu'er, gentle yet lively, would be impossible to find even with a lantern on the earth.

From this point of view, traveling to ancient times is not necessarily a bad thing.

but......

Not all women are like Xiu'er, such as the one beside her.

Bad temper, capricious, small chest...

Apart from a pretty face and longer legs than the average girl, there are almost no other advantages.

Fang Xiu looked at Zhao Yan.

She suddenly felt that her escape from marriage might not be a good thing for her future husband.

Noticing Fang Xiu's strange eyes, Zhao Yan glared at him.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of sugar cake, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.

Fang Xiu wanted to ask her: Aren't you hungry?

After thinking about it, forget it.

To him, Zhao Yan is just a passer-by in his life after all, a fateful encounter, might as well leave a good memory.

If they are separated in the future, the two of them will still smile when they think of this past event occasionally.

Half an hour later, after eating and drinking enough, Fang Xiu was about to call the three of them to get up, when he suddenly saw an old Taoist priest with white beard and white eyebrows walking in.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a clean Taoist robe, holding a mahogany sword in his left hand and a copper compass in his right hand.

There was also a piece of yellow talisman paper hanging from the tip of the sword, and he was walking with strange steps while muttering words.

With just one glance, I saw this posture that I have seen countless times in film and television dramas, and I am no longer familiar with it.

Fang Xiu knew what kind of trick this old Taoist was going to play.

Zhao Yan was full of curiosity and looked at the old Taoist priest with great interest.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant saw the old Taoist priest and hurried up.

He took out a few copper plates from his cuffs, put them on the compass, and said in a low voice, "The Taoist priest cares about the people, and it's hard work to catch the monsters. I hope the Taoist priest will take this little money."

This kind of alchemist can often be seen outside the capital.

It is nothing more than taking advantage of ordinary people's awe of ghosts and gods to play some tricks in order to gain benefits from them.

Usually give a few copper coins, or a light meal, and you can get away.

If you run into someone who doesn't know you, the reporter will arrest him, and you will inevitably suffer a period of imprisonment.

The restaurant business will also be affected to a certain extent.

Therefore, it gradually became a tacit understanding that merchants gave money and Taoists left.

At this time, the old Taoist priest opened his closed eyes, stared at the shopkeeper in front of him, and said sharply: "This place is full of evil spirits, there must be evil spirits at work. If we let it go, I'm afraid people will be burned!"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper of the restaurant's face darkened, looked at him, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, Taoist priest, this restaurant has been in business for decades, and I have never heard of any ghosts, how can there be any evil spirits here?" .”

After he finished speaking, he took out a few copper coins from his cuffs.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist suddenly said loudly: "It is absolutely impossible, there must have been a monster in this place!"

Just now, when the old Taoist first appeared, the diners were already talking about it.

Hearing these words at this moment, the restaurant suddenly exploded.

"The female ghost in white, that old Taoist is talking about the female ghost in white!"

"It turns out that the legends are true. There really is a white-clothed female ghost in the Spring Wind Tower!"

"This old Taoist, no, old god, I'm afraid he has some real skills..."

"Shopkeeper Lu, don't hesitate to beg the old fairy, that's a female ghost in white..."

Chapter 37 The Old Fairy

The female ghost in white...

Zhao Yan looked at Fang Xiu with strange eyes, and asked, "Is there really a female ghost in white?"

Fang Xiu gave her an angry look: "What do you think?"

Zhao Yan showed doubts: "But..."

"Hey, where is the monster, don't hurry up and show your original shape!"

Halfway through Zhao Yan's words, she was taken aback by the sudden yell.

Looking back, the old Taoist took out a blank piece of paper from nowhere.

Daotong handed over the oil lamp, and the old Taoist took it, and put the white paper on the flame to lightly roast it.

After a while, a bloody ghost appeared on the white paper.

Seeing this scene, the diners around couldn't help taking a few steps back, with a look of horror on their faces.

Even shopkeeper Lu's expression couldn't help but change.

Looking at the ghost image on the white paper, they felt turbulent waves in their hearts.

That old man actually used an ordinary piece of white paper to make the female ghost in white appear?

"what!"

Zhao Yan couldn't help but let out an exclamation, hid behind Fang Xiu, held his arm tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Ghost, there really is a ghost..."

"Damn you!"

Fang Xiu's arm was so painful from being grabbed by her, he couldn't help but knocked on her head, and said, "What a fuss, look at her..."