Married to a nemesis

Xiaolou was still in a daze, the sword in his hand had not moved for a long time, and he felt a little guilty for no reason, as if he was the one who beat the mandarin duck at this moment.

Pei Qian turned over while he was hesitating, and a few small arrows under his wrist flew towards the small building at an extremely fast speed.

Yuan Ji Nian understood that he was being used as a survival tool by Pei Qian again.

What Pei Qian said just now was just to distract Xiaolou and take the opportunity to make a move.

But when Pei Qian said that, why did he still have vague expectations.

"You're cheating." Xiao Lou pointed his sword at Pei Qian, his face full of resentment.

Pei Qian looked innocent: "I just said something, how could it be considered deceitful."

The angrier Xiao Lou heard, the more calm Pei Qian seemed.

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight again, Yuan Ji Nian hurried over and blocked Pei Qian behind him: "Stop the fight." Eating is important.

Due to the blocking of Prince Zhou, Xiaolou didn't dare to go forward, but the sword in his hand never returned to its sheath, and his eyes kept staring fiercely at Pei Qian.

"Xiaolou, lead the way ahead." Yuan Jinian was afraid that they would fight again if they disagreed, so he had to send Xiaolou to the front.

But it also fulfilled his wish not to let Pei Qian lead the way.

Led by Xiaolou, they finally left the wilderness and arrived at a small town.

When we arrived in the town, it was already dawn, and the restaurants in the town just opened.

But when they entered the restaurant, there were quite a few people inside.

Yuan Ji Nian took Pei Qian to choose a seat and sit down.On the way, Xiaolou told him about the Song army's attack, so when Xiaolou first arrived in the town, Yuan Jinian sent him away with the excuse of asking him to meet with Zhou's army.

When they first entered the restaurant, the two of them together attracted the attention of many people, but they all dispersed when they sat down, only the table obliquely behind them was still staring at them.

"What is Mr. Wen looking at?" On a table, the person in the blue shirt followed Mr. Wen's eyes in his mouth and glanced back. When his eyes fell on Pei Qian and Yuan Jinian, he couldn't help but I will stay for a long time.

The man called Young Master Wen was wearing a red brocade suit with a face full of ruffians. He raised his finger and pointed at Pei Qian's back: "Do you think he is Pei Chong's younger brother Pei..."

When the words came to his lips, he couldn't remember the name.

A knowledgeable person next to him immediately accepted his words with a flattering smile: "Qian, Mr. Wen, the single word Jiuyu is a disaster that everyone in the court can't avoid. It is said that getting close to him will bring bad luck."

"I don't know if it will be unlucky to be close to him." Young Master Wen touched his chin and squinted his small eyes, "But I know that Pei Chong didn't lie to me. His appearance really suits my appetite. You Look at that small mouth and waist."

"Then that's the end of Pei Chong's offending you?" asked a person beside him.

"Pei Chong asked me to come to his younger brother to collect debts. No, he was thinking of looking for him, and this happened."

"Then Mr. Wen wants him to repay the debt with his body?"

Young Master Wen poured a glass of wine and looked straight at Pei Qian's side face: "I don't know if I can satisfy Master."

"Then what is Young Master Wen going to do?" the questioner asked maliciously.

"It's simple." Young Master Wen knocked on the glass of wine in his hand, took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured a drop of water into it, and raised his hand to summon a waiter from a restaurant.

The handyman came to his side, a child as high as his waist. The child's face was dusty, and his eyes were like black pearls.

"What does the guest officer want me to do?" When the child came to him, his body was still shaking. He looked at the wine glass raised by Young Master Wen, with a hint of timidity in his eyes.

Young Master Wen handed him the wine, and he was not surprised to see his trembling body: "Give this glass of wine to the gentleman in Tsing Yi with a folding fan around his waist, and it's the wine given by the restaurant."

The child hesitated to take the glass of wine, and curled up again when his fingers touched the body of the glass.

"Take it." Young Master Wen forced the wine glass into his hand.

The child lowered his head in front of him as if he was thinking about something. After a while, his hand tightly held the wine glass, and the timidity in his eyes was gradually overwhelmed by hatred.He nodded: "OK."

Just as he turned to leave, Young Master Wen stopped him again and asked him to come over.

The child tilted his ears and heard the guest order: "Book another upper room."

After listening to him, a hard object was stuffed into the child's other hand. He opened his palm and saw that it was white silver.

The child turned around slowly and walked towards the table over there. After seeing Yuan Ji Nian's back, his eyes became darker and darker.

Seeing that he was about to reach their table, the child heard someone calling him.

"That kid, come here." It was a senior who worked with him in the back kitchen of the restaurant.

The child looked at the wine in his hand, hesitated for a moment, hurriedly put the money he had just received in his arms with one hand, and finally moved towards the senior. Halfway through, he realized that the wine in his hand hadn't been put down yet.

"Xiaoyan, help me pass this glass of wine to the guests at that table." The senior pointed to a place.

Xiaoyan's gaze fell on Pei Qian and Yuan Jinian's table again: "Is that the table I was going to just now?"

"Yes."

Before Xiaoyan turned his head and said yes, the senior stuffed the wine glass into his hand and pushed him to the front, a little of the wine splashed out of the glass and spilled on the clothes on his chest.

Xiaoyan looked at the table he was going to, and walked over with no hesitation. He bumped into many guests during the short distance, and spilled some wine. He apologized to the guests who were bumped all the way. .

When he was about to arrive at Yuan Ji Nian's table, he stopped suddenly, looked down at the two glasses of wine in his hands, and tried hard to remember which one was given by his senior and which one was given by that young master Wen, but he couldn't help thinking about it. After a long time, his mind was still blank.

There were other guests urging her around, Xiaoyan's heart sank, she quickened her pace and went to the table she wanted to go to, put down two glasses of wine, turned around and left.

"We only need one glass." Yuan Ji Nian looked at the extra glass of wine and stopped him.

Xiaoyan stopped without turning his head, and said according to what the person taught him just now: "There are many gifts in the restaurant."

"Thanks." Yuan Ji Nian took a cup from it, and handed the other cup to Pei Qian.

"I don't want to drink." Pei Qian pushed the wine in front of him aside. Through the steam rising from the antique soup, he picked up a piece of pastry with a chopstick, "I just want to eat pastry, not drink."

He didn't want to drink, and Yuan Ji Nian didn't force it, he lowered his head, picked up a piece of meat, put it in the antique soup, and ate it by himself.

Seeing him satiated while cooking, Pei Qian asked incomprehensibly, "Do you like antique soup so much?"

Yuan Ji Nian focused all his attention on food, lowered his head and bit a piece of hot meat, nodded without thinking: "Yes, it's delicious, the spicier the base, the better."

Pei Qian held a piece of pastry, looked at him through the mist with her head propped up, and returned to the days in Da Song a long time ago in a trance, even the person sitting across from him suddenly became like the person who often sat across from him .

"During the Song Dynasty, there was also a person who liked to eat antique soup very much. Every time I met that person in a restaurant, he ate a bit like you, but he was dead."

There was a lot of voices in the ears, the gurgling sound of the antique soup when it was heated was also very loud, and Pei Qian's voice was soft, Yuan Ji Nian didn't hear what Pei Qian said clearly, so he only gave a vague "um", which was regarded as a response.

Obliquely behind them, Young Master Wen's eyes almost got into the cup. He watched Pei Qian push the cup over, and he became angry for a while. Thinking that his preparations would go to waste, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"I'm dying of anxiety, why doesn't he drink?"

Yuan Ji Nian pulled out the wine at the table, the wine he wanted was to be poured into the antique soup, but just as he raised the wine in his hand, a mellow and sweet smell entered his nostrils, which made him reluctant to pour it in .

Trying to take a sip, the taste of the wine was as mellow as the fragrance, Yuan Ji Nian sipped a few drops of the wine on his lips: "This wine tastes pretty good."

"Really?" After hearing his comment, Pei Qian also took a cup and lowered her head to try to sniff it. She did smell a faint fragrance.

He swallowed the pastry he was biting into, took the wine in front of him, and touched a little bit of wine to his lips to taste.

"He drank it, he drank it." A few people diagonally behind almost suppressed their screams and patted the table, and said to Mr. Wen.

Young Master Wen smiled, leaned back, and looked at Pei Qian's white neck from a distance when he raised his head to drink, and the wine glass in his hand slowly slipped from his hand without knowing it.

"Master Wen, the wine spilled on him." The person next to him wiped him with his sleeve first.

Young Master Wen didn't even have time to care about the wine that was spilled all over him. He watched helplessly as Pei Qian finished his drink and started eating cakes again. Even the way he ate the cakes was elegant and calm.

"After eating, book a room here for a rest, and then go to the camp." Yuan Jinian covered his mouth and yawned, "I haven't had a good sleep in the past few days."

He supported his head, half-closed his eyes, and for some reason, he just drank a glass of wine and felt a little dizzy.

When did his drinking ability become so bad.

Yuan Ji Nian squeezed the wine glass in his hand, his eyes squinted at the wine in it, even his eyes were ethereal and empty.

"No, if we don't find the team sooner, if the enemy sneaks up again and suffers greater losses, can His Highness bear it?" Pei Qian thought that if the situation he said happened, the consequences would be disastrous.

He put down the pastry in his hand, and turned his mind to Zhou Yingli, who was still there, no matter how delicious the pastry was, it was no longer tempting at this moment.

"Just one night, we'll just stay here for one night, and we'll set off to look for them tomorrow. Presumably it's only a short day, and they won't leave too far away." Yuan Jinian's tone was much more sincere.

After all, now that the Song Army has the upper hand, Yuan Ji Nian will definitely try to hold Pei Qian back as much as possible, and he has greater confidence that after Pei Qian returns, the commander of the entire army will have changed.

Pei Qian glanced at Prince Zhou through the hazy mist, as if thinking about the feasibility of the plan.

Yuan Jinian took the opportunity to continue: "What's more, Xiaolou has already gone to search for the team. When he finds it, he will leave a mark for us. We just need to follow the mark all the way."

"Just one day?"

"Only one day." Yuan Ji Nian put down his wine glass and assured him.

"Why isn't he dizzy?" Young Master Wen waited impatiently.

The people around the table were even more anxious than him, counting silently: "Three, two, one."

"There's something going on, young master, take a look."

Master Wen never looked away.

There was movement at Pei Qian's table, but instead of fainting as expected, he went up to the second floor.

Surrounded by a group of people, Young Master Wen stood up, and the stool behind him was knocked to the ground by his sudden standing up.

But at this moment, how could he care about this broken stool.

"Go, the little beauty is waiting for me in the room." Young Master Wen tidied up his appearance, with a successful smile on his face, followed behind them and went up.

The author has something to say: Pei Pei is being watched by someone, and I feel distressed

In the next few chapters, there may be high-energy segments...cough