Zero Court

At the foot of Changqing Mountain, the withered and yellow peaks are rolling up and down at a glance. In a seemingly uninhabited place, a wisp of green smoke floats from a small tea stand with a chimney.Even officers and soldiers don't like to patrol the mountain, but there is a tea stall firmly located here to entertain guests who come and go.

Yan Ting took the reins not far from the tea shed, lowered his head to wake up Hao He who was sleeping in his arms and had already dripped some sparkling liquid on his cloak along the way.

Hao He opened his confused eyes and tried to rub them habitually, but found that he was imprisoned...uh, in two cloaks.

Hao He wailed in his heart: Kuaiai let go!

Yan Ting looked at a certain sheep that was arching around like a caterpillar trying to take out an arm, and felt a little cute in his heart, so he quietly watched Hao He twisting with admiring eyes.

After struggling for a while, Hao He finally collapsed without eating breakfast, so he tilted his head weakly and said to Yan Ting: "Please help me, big, uh, that, big brother..." Just wanted to call the adults Hao He changed his words wittily.

Yan Ting raised his eyebrows, looked at Hao He's weak and embarrassed look, took off his cloak, and said: "No trouble, my, good brother~" The last few words were almost attached to Hao He's He said it in his ear, and he even let out a nasty breath.

Hao He felt the slightly cold breath because he unbuttoned the cloak in front of him, coupled with the hot air from Yan Ting's ears, he shivered naturally under the alternation of cold and heat, and not only his ears were red, but also red face.

"Brother, that big brother, can you stop calling me that!" Hao He looked at Yan Ting with a face of accusation, it's so boring and easy to cut!

Yan Ting hooked his mouth, got off the horse first, stretched out his hand and whispered a few more boring names to Hao He: "What's that called? Hehe? Haohao? Brother He?"

Hao He staggered as he got off his horse, and fell directly into his arms.

Yan Ting, who couldn't tell how many times he was thrown into his arms, said: ...do you want to soften my heart.

Before Yan Ting could eat the tofu without a trace, the big hand was held by the limp hands of the lamb, and he looked at the lamb and said with a mournful face, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have gone out and almost called you out, Brother Yan, Great Xia Yan! You don’t have to call me by my name, you can call me Hao He, or you can call me Xiao Hao!” Don’t call me weird things!

Yan Ting withdrew his hand slightly, but when he didn't see the resentful expression on his face, he put the cloak behind Hao He again, his face returned to indifferent, and said: "Call me Zezhi brother, A Hao."

Seeing the vile adult finally took a step back, but Hao He, who always felt that something was wrong with the adult, didn't think too much about it. After all, he really couldn't use his name when he came out secretly this time, so he responded without any doubt: "Yes, Brother Ze .”

Yan Ting nodded in satisfaction, and dragged Hao He towards the tea stall with only a few customers, and told him as he walked: "This place is not simple, don't leave me around."

Hao He, who was dragging a long cloak and kicking up an extraordinary cloud of dust on the ground, nodded heavily.

It sounds like a tea stand, but it is actually a shed built with straw mud that can keep out the rain a little bit. If the big bamboo curtains around it are lowered, it may also be able to keep out the wind.There are all pots, pans and stoves in the shed, and tables, chairs and dishcloths are also standard.Not surprisingly, even the owners of the tea stand are old and young.

Hao He observed silently, thinking that it was the same as what was written in the travel notes, and there was nothing wrong with reading more books.

Yan Ting didn't know that his sweetheart was still inexperienced. Compared with the book, he found sharply that the old man and the young man had a very stable foothold, and they were not ordinary small businesses at first glance.

Moreover, at the foot of Changqing Mountain, where there are no villages, no shops, and gangsters rampant, there is a small tea shed suddenly, which is very strange.

So the truth can only be one, the owner of the tea shed and the bandits are in the same group.

Yan Ting sat on a chair calmly, Hao He also sat beside him, rubbed his hungry stomach, and looked at Yan Ting pitifully.

Only then did Yan Ting greet him: "Old man, what can I eat?"

The old man who was burning the fire responded again and again, wiped his hands and said: "Yes, yes, the freshly baked steamed buns, together with some side dishes pickled by the old man, will definitely fill the stomachs of the two of you!"

Yan Ting nodded and said: "Two steamed buns, one plate of pickles." After finishing speaking, he took the sword from his waist and put it on the table.

Hao He looked at this scene strangely, why didn't he see the sword that the lord was holding.Obviously he had forgotten that he was sleepy on the horse, and fell asleep all the way.

Rarely did Yan Ting not tease the stupid Hao He, but when pouring tea for the two of them, he sniffed for the smell of drugs or poison.Since he was a child, he lived in a mansion with many secrets and a court that was more majestic and more sinister in the dark, which made Yan Ting have many defensive tricks.

He didn't smell anything, but he was afraid that it was a colorless and tasteless poison, so he took a sip of tea first, and felt nothing unusual, so he poured a bowl for Hao He.

Some sallow-faced teenagers timidly walked to the table of two people with a plate of steamed buns and pickles, and said cautiously: "Guest, guest officer, please, please eat."

Seeing the person nodding, he quickly put down the plate, turned around and walked to the stove to continue lighting the fire.

The old man patted his grandson's head affectionately, and said to Yan Ting and the two apologetically, "I'm really sorry, my little tiger has never dared to talk to strangers since he was a child, please don't be offended, two guests."

Hao He's big eyes flickered and looked at the thin young man squatting down to burn the fire, and the hunched old man who was still making steamed buns, and said in his mouth: "No wonder, no wonder." He picked up the hot steamed buns and ate them. Yan Ting picked up the other, and the two of them ate one bite at a time.

Seeing that the guest didn't intend to continue talking with him, the old man could only continue to knead the steamed buns rather boringly.

The current time is only Si Shi, there are only two guests in the tea shed, Yan Ting Hao He, and Lv Yuyu is gnawing grass leaves not far away.It seemed extremely quiet for a while.

However, it was obvious that tranquility was meant to be broken, and men with bamboo hats buttoned up rode over in twos and threes.

Because he didn't stop until he was near the tea shed, Hao He saw it naturally, and then accelerated his speed of eating steamed buns.

As far as the laws of martial arts are concerned, there is an unusual tea shed in an unusual place, coupled with two people with unusual purposes, what happens next is simply very predictable!

In order to avoid hindering the adults for a while, Hao He can only speed up his eating speed, so that he will not be too hungry and have no energy to hide for a while——

Irresponsible little theater——

Hao Yangyang said triumphantly, "I always feel that I've been extremely witty lately!"

Yan Langlang hugged the man fiercely, and said evilly: "Sure enough, if you eat too much of that food, you will be infected with cleverness, why don't you hurry up and eat it~"

Hao Yangyang's face was flushed, and she fell into the wolf's arms helplessly: "Guo, sure enough, you have to pay a price for what you want!!! Boom!" (▼-▼)