The Regent is not dead yet

Regarding Zhuhe's answer, Xiangjin had already thought of many kinds before.

It's just that among so many hypotheses, I didn't think of this sentence, so I was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Do you still remember?"

Zhu He remembered that must be quite clear, and he could even retell the old things in minutes.

He nodded angrily, tilted his head slightly, and asked Xiangjin very seriously: "You are better than him in cultivation, aren't you?"

It was getting late, and the afterglow of the setting sun left a few traces in Zhu He's beautiful eyes—it was like when the two met for the first time.

But now, the person who once stood beside Emperor Wangtian finally stood beside him.

Xiang Jin gently raised his hand and stroked Zhuhe's hair: "Ahe, everyone in the fairy world performs their duties, and I have never fought with Emperor Wangtian."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe was a little disappointed, thought for a while, and said: "Then what if I become you... Taoist companion, after I become an immortal, can I beat him?"

Xiangjin curled the corner of his mouth: "I'm afraid not."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe's bright eyes dimmed a bit, and he even lacked a bit of interest in hearing that if you become a Taoist couple, you can ascend to immortality.

He has never cared about restraining his emotions, his emotions are written on his face blatantly.

Xiang Jin frowned, and said: "But my Immortal Mansion is far away from the Emperor's Palace, and there are no pedantic people under him, so I won't let you get angry, let alone what happened to you when you were beaten."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He raised his eyelids: "You also know that I was beaten?"

Xiang Jin said: "I saw it in the mirror lake of Xianfu that day."

Zhu He said: "Then why didn't you help me that day?"

Xiang Jin sighed helplessly: "Before I arrived, you had already been sent down to Xiantai."

Zhu He: "..."

Could it be that he was so careless?

Zhuhe was very angry, and he didn't know where to start scolding, and he couldn't beat him, so he became more and more displeased with Xiangjin.

He swallowed the last hawthorn in his mouth, and said ruthlessly, "I don't want to find you as a Taoist companion."

Xiang Jin was stunned: "Why?"

Zhuhe reached out and took all the food boxes from Xiangjin's hand, and said sincerely: "I like big beauties, you are a man."

Xiangjin: "..."

Xiang Jin was silent for a while, then said softly: "Ahe, aren't you afraid that the next great beauty you find will also be like Emperor Wangtian... a man dressed as a woman?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He was so angry that he turned his head and left.

Xiang Jin followed up calmly, walking beside Zhu He: "You faked your death and escaped from the palace, you must have flown out in your original body, I'm afraid you have nothing on you, and it's time for dinner soon. Ah He, are you hungry?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe took a deep breath and stepped on Xiangjin's foot: "I'm not hungry! I'm not hungry!"

Xiangjin lowered his eyes and smiled: "I have lived in the lower realms for a long time, and I haven't eaten much food in the mortal world. I heard that there is a Zuicunlou in Yandu City that has excellent dishes. I am going to taste it."

Zhu He: "..."

Xiang Jin said softly, "Do you want to go?"

Zhuhe sucked the tip of his nose, took two steps back, and grabbed Xiangjin's sleeve: "...Take me."

Xiang Jin's eyes lingered on Zhu He's fingertips clutching the corner of his clothes for a long time: "Okay."

He raised his wrist in his wide sleeve, and a white hood appeared in his hand.

Xiangjin leaned slightly, and put the hood carefully on Zhuhe's head: "I'll take you there."

Zuichunlou is located on the busiest street in Yandu. Zhuhe was lucky enough to eat it twice, once when he went to southern Xinjiang for a few years, and once when he came back from southern Xinjiang.

Fast-forward a few years, the business of Zuichunlou seems not only not to decrease, but to become more and more lively.

This day was approaching dinner time again, the lobby downstairs was already buzzing with people and the fragrance was overflowing, and many guests had already arrived in the private room upstairs.

Xiao Er was busy shuttling through the store, and the shopkeeper stood in front of the store, yelling while settling accounts.

The accounts are always in a hurry, and the shopkeeper has to shout a few times before stopping to reconcile the accounts.

However, when he lowered his head to reconcile the account again, the store was suddenly quiet for a few seconds, and then the noisy noise suddenly disappeared, leaving only the slightest whispers.

The shopkeeper had never seen such a situation before, subconsciously raised his head towards the door of the store, and immediately froze.

A man and a teenager were about to enter the store.

The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen years old in stature, half of his face was covered by a wide hood, only showing a pair of sly peach eyes and a tear mole at the corner of his eye.

The monk next to the young man was born in excellent condition, with cold facial features, a little blood-red cinnabar between his eyebrows, and the white jade rosary in his hand seemed to have been stained with blood, and he passed his fingertips one by one.

The man's eyes were calm and cold, but when he entered the door, he stretched out his hand to help the young man, for fear that he would fall due to the high threshold.

The two of them didn't seem to notice the sudden silence in the store and the gazes of other people, and walked straight to the shopkeeper.

The young man raised his head and looked at the plaque engraved with recipes in the store, and unceremoniously smacked his mouth, and asked, "Are there any seats left, give me one!"

The young boy has exquisite eyebrows and eyes, especially when looking at the recipes, his bright eyes are dripping and rolling, and he looks extremely agile.

The shopkeeper was amused, and went out of the counter himself: "Young master, there are still seats, but it's not a private room. Do you think it's OK?"

The boy hasn't spoken yet.

The monk beside him frowned slightly, and with his slender hand, he reached out from his wide sleeve and took out twenty ingots of gold: "Can you help us exchange a private room with others."

Shopkeeper: "..."

One must know that even in the best time of business, Zuichunlou's daily net income is only five ingots of gold!

The gold on the counter exudes the unique luster of metal. The shopkeeper couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and after confirming that it was indeed real gold, the whole person's brows were beaming with joy.

"Success! Succeed! No problem! Two guest officers, wait a moment! I'll arrange it for you right away! I will definitely arrange the best private room for you!"

The shopkeeper trotted all the way upstairs with the gold in his hands.

Zhuhe stared longingly at the gold in his hand for a long time, until he could no longer see anyone, then turned his head and looked at Xiangjin with great distress: "I am willing to sit in the lobby, can you give me ten more gold?"

"Give you gold, will you come to eat with me?"

Xiang Jin looked at the tear mole at the corner of Zhu He's eye, and smiled slightly, "Okay, Ah He, don't be angry. You just left the palace, so it's not safe to sit in the lobby."

"Where is it not safe? Is it possible that the little prince can really find out that I have turned into a bird and flew away? His identity is different from yours..."

Zhu He slowly lowered his voice as he spoke, as if thinking of something, he clicked his tongue, "Forget it, I don't bother to talk about him, he's not a good guy anyway!"

If you press him down, you won't be human!

Thanks to He He slipped away!Otherwise, how could Hehe's small arms and legs be able to stand it!

Zhu He shuddered when he thought of the days he had spent in the East Palace, and decided to eat two more pots of shrimp in a while.

Money can turn ghosts around, the shopkeeper quickly ran down the stairs in the store, trotting all the way to Zhuhe and Xiangjin: "Guests, please come this way! I will arrange for you two I bought the best private room in Zuichun Tower! This way please!"

After all, the white gauze on the hood was somewhat blocking the view, Zhuhe pushed the hood on the top of his head again, and followed Xiangjin up the stairs.

The second floor of Zuichun Building is all private rooms, which are very spacious and not as noisy as the first floor.

The shopkeeper led Xiangjin and Zhuhe all the way forward, and when they reached the corner, Zhuhe, who was reaching out to push the hood again, bumped into a person who was walking by.

The boy's figure only reached the chest of an adult man.

Zhu He was already very angry today, but at this moment he staggered back after being hit, and immediately pouted: "You hit a child, pay for it!"

man:"……"

The man was about to get angry, but when he saw Zhuhe's white and tender face, his anger subsided a bit: "Young master, I left in a hurry, I'm sorry."

Zhuhe stretched out his hand: "It takes a piece of silver to express your sincerity."

man:"……"

Before the man could react, he saw the monk who had just walked in front of the young boy come back and reached out to hold the raised hand of the young boy.

The monk's eyes were silent, and he gave the man a cold look: "He is in a bad mood, you can go."

The man also saw that the young man's demeanor was probably not from a small family, and his temper was not a good one. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he nodded immediately, and when he turned around to leave, he turned his head again and looked at the monk with cinnabar between his eyebrows. glanced.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but he always feels that the monk looks familiar... but he can't remember where he saw it.

The man walked back to his private room.

The door just opened, Shen Muzhi walked out of the room, looked up and saw the man, and stopped in his tracks: "Boss Li, why did you take so long to come back?"

The man waved his hand, sighed, and turned his head to signal Shen Muzhi to look at the corridor where he came and went: "Look, don't mention it. I just met a young master who bumped into me head-on. I don't know which family he is from Yandu. He is arrogant and domineering. Three points."

Shen Muzhi looked in the direction of the man, only the back of the monk and the young man in white was left.

After turning the corner, the figures of the two disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Shen Muzhi was stunned for a moment.

The man waited for a long time but did not hear Shen Muzhi's answer, so he couldn't help but look at him curiously: "Master Shen, what's wrong with you?"

Only then did Shen Muzhi come back to his senses, and frowned slightly: "It's nothing...but, did Boss Li see what those two people looked like?"

"Hey, don't mention it. The monk in the white cassock looked at me as if he was looking at a dead person, and his voice was icy. But he is very handsome, not like an ordinary person."

Boss Li walked into the private room while describing to Shen Muzhi, "As for the young master... I guess he's only twelve or thirteen years old, he's not even up to my shoulders, and he's wearing a hood, so he can't see clearly, but he's probably as tall as he is." Well done."

He paused, sat down on the seat, as if he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, there is a small mole under the corner of the eye of the rich young man, and he looks quite proud, tsk..."

"mole?"

Shen Muzhi turned around abruptly, his voice raised two points in an instant, "The corner of the left eye?"

Boss Li was taken aback and stayed for a while before saying, "The left eye...? Or the right eye, Brother Shen, I really didn't pay much attention to this. But do you have something to do with that child? Twelve or thirteen-year-old child, You don't know him at all, do you?"

Shen Muzhi's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and after a long time, he asked again: "Boss Li, are you sure he's only...twelve or thirteen years old?"

"That's for sure!"

Boss Li was also anxious, "Master Shen, there's no way I can't even tell a child apart."

Shen Muzhi closed his eyes, and sat down heavily after a long time.

That's right... Everyone is gone, it is impossible to be resurrected, let alone become a child.

He was delusional.

After the silence, Shen Muzhi rubbed between his brows and opened his eyes: "I have something on my mind these days, which made Boss Li laugh. Let's serve."

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: When is Gu's turn to play?

Author bacteria: the next chapter.

Yan Rong: When did you write about Xiangjin belching farts?

Author Bacteria: ...

Hehe: Then when can you write about Hehe getting rich?

Author Jun: Wait until you inherit the other half of Yan Rong's property.

Hehe: (Jijiu crying.jpg)

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More!This article should be finished this month.The author Jun was too busy a while ago, it seems that my waist has something wrong, and it is a bit difficult to sit these two days, so I lie down.

ps: I usually ask for leave around 10:30 if I can’t update, as long as I don’t ask for leave, I will update.There should be no unreasonable leave without updating... What to say, I read the comments, anyway, everyone reads the article to make fun, if you are not happy, just let it go, people are alive to make fun of it.

I wish the babies happy every day, good night.

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感谢在2020-06-0323:29:28~2020-06-0623:01:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: ferry Lin Yongdu 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Mocha; 2 bottles of Mo Zhuan'an; 1 bottle of Yicheng Xiaobawang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!