Young man, rich and easy to talk

Tang Wuming ran out from Fufeng Island, completely in a mess, the boatman didn't dare to ask him when he saw his fierce face, so he had to follow his instructions and drive him to the pier in Qiongzhou.

The rain is getting lighter, but the sky is also getting darker. Against this gloomy sky, even the streets are gray and not very clear.

The boatman was wearing a coir raincoat and standing on the edge of the pier with a pole. The long shed boat was swaying in the water. The boatman waved his hands behind and shouted, "When will you come back? I'll wait for you here?" He didn't answer, just left a back view, his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, making him look thinner.

The boatman shook his head wonderingly, this kid usually came to joke with them when he was free, what happened today.

Tang Wuming was walking alone on the street, and the passers-by on the road covered their heads and ran around, but he was the only one walking in the middle of the road step by step, with his head lowered heavily.I don't know where to go, just walk when there is a path under my feet, go around when there is a pit, and go when there is light.

On the side of the street, a boy who was buying oil-paper umbrellas with a big basket on his back was about to pack up and go home, when he saw a drenched figure in the middle of the road from a distance, he immediately approached him, and asked him in a friendly voice if he wanted an umbrella, saying The tough and tough bamboo bones and the uniform and bright tung oil support the elegant style, and even the girl in the next building can't help but look at it more.

Tang Wuming was chased all the way by him, he was really tired of being naughty, turned to him and asked him, holding your umbrella, if the girl wants me or not, can I come back and beat you?

He asked very seriously, and the little brother who sold the umbrella was so scared that he turned around and ran away with the basket in his arms.The girl doesn't like you, why are you hitting me!You can't sell an umbrella, but you can't beat someone.

Tang Wuming looked at his feet like the wind, and snorted, I didn't really want to hit you.

Besides, he wasn't a girl either.

When he thought of that person, he was slashed by himself. I don't know what's going on now. That slash is so hard that there won't be anything wrong with it.

……

How could there be nothing wrong with it? Although Qin Xichao blocked it extremely fast, he still saw bloodstains flashing across it. No matter how good Qin Xichao's kung fu was, it would be impossible for him to get stabbed unpreparedly.

As Tang Wuming thought about it, his heart became hotter and hotter. He could only feel the heat running through the meridians all over his body, and he clenched his fists unconsciously.If he had a sharp weapon in his hand at this moment, he might be able to chop a few more times in the street.

Ah!

It was Qin Xichao's mistake to hide it from him. If he hadn't stumbled into the deserted courtyard by mistake, would he have planned to hide it from him for the rest of his life?

What's wrong with being hit by a sword, can he still be hacked to death?At worst, lie on the bed for a few days, and when the injury is cured, he will be a good man again, and he can continue to harm the world.

On the contrary, I lost my wife and lost my army, and my sleeves were all broken by others!

Tang Wuming's heart twitched, but there was no way to relieve the anger other than punching the man a few more times. When there was a puddle under his feet, he lifted his foot and kicked it.

"Ouch!"

A soft and pitiful voice sounded in front of him.

Tang Wuming raised his head to look in confusion, his vision was blurred by the dripping water from his hair, he just stretched out his hand to wipe it, and someone's hands entwined and pulled it up, the soft thing stuck to it looking at his arm.

He turned his head and saw clearly that it was a beautifully dressed girl, with her waist exposed and shoulders half-drawn in the cold autumn day, twisting like a fox in the red, yellow and yellow lights.

It turned out that looking up was a prostitute, with red ribbons hanging down from the four corners of the upper floor. Coquettish and flamboyant women were soliciting customers at the door with palm-sized umbrellas, half of their shoulders drenched in the slight rain, and their gauze-like clothes It's half-transparent, very fragrant.

The woman saw that he was dressed in fine silk and satin robes, which were not bad at all. Even if he got wet, he was still a rich master. She even climbed up with a shy smile, and a pair of fleshy breasts were glued to his body. , trying every means to drag Tang Wuming into the building.

Tang Wuming frowned and looked around at the girls standing on the street soliciting customers, then turned to ask the one hanging on his body, "I don't want a girl, do you have any men?"

Among the customers who come and go, there might as well be those who love to raise confinement. It's just fun for the rich to play.The woman thought he was joking, raised her hand and stroked his chest all the way, and said with a coquettish smile, "What kind of man do you want? How can a man be as fun as our girl? Why don't you come in and try it, young master? I will make you drunk for a while... ..."

Tang Wuming looked down at her half-exposed breasts, and said helplessly, "But I've never played with a girl, does a girl have a good job?"

The smile on the woman's face froze, but she still tried her best to speak, "Young master, what are you laughing at, the girl is soft and tight~"

"Forget it, I don't know how to play."

"..." The woman squinted her eyes, seeing that his face was white and tender, and he was not very old. She just thought that the girl should not insist on playing with a man, and her relationship is still serious, so she immediately pushed him out, and yelled at him , "Go away, you're playing old lady!"

Tang Wuming staggered as he was pushed, thinking that the girl's face changed so quickly, she was soft and weak just now and she turned fierce in a blink of an eye, besides, she was the one who dragged him over, and he didn't want to go there by himself.

Tang Wuming shook his crumpled clothes, glanced at the girl, turned around and went to the opposite wine shop.

Well, well, the brothel won't let him stay, so let him go to drink!

Thinking about it, Tang Wuming was really hungry.

So he patted the water off his body, entered the store, took a seat, and called Xiao Er.The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy saw that he was sloppy, so he came to the table reluctantly and asked him what to eat. Tang Wuming flipped through the menu handed over, and he was not in the mood to look at it carefully, and ordered to order with a wave of his hand. Delicious and hungry stuff.

Oh, and a few jars of wine along the way.

After giving the order, he leaned on his elbow and lazily looked at the street outside, looking like a gentleman.

Xiao Er thought about it for a while, in case he is really a son of some kind of family, he can be praised but not provoked, so he hurriedly reported the names of a few good dishes at the back, and sent some jars of good wine, red silk on the mouth of the jar As soon as he opened it, the strong aroma of wine spread from his table into half the hall, and the rainwater deposited all the miscellaneous air on the ground, leaving only a mellow aroma that lingered around his nose.

It really is a good wine.

A good wine should be tasted carefully in a white porcelain jade cup, so that you can taste the taste.And Tang Wuming thanked him, stretched his four fingers into the mouth of the altar and grabbed it, raised his head and drank it, the clear wine gushed out, half of it entered his mouth, half of it filled his mouth, and wet his already dripping collar .

When the meat and vegetable dishes were brought to the table, he had already poured down a jar of wine.

Xiao Er was dumbfounded, and kindly reminded that the wine was old, and although it tasted not very bitter, it was very intoxicating.

Tang Wuming couldn't listen, so he took off the wine seal and just drank it.

But the more annoyed and annoyed he became, the thicker and more sober he drank the wine, and he couldn't get himself drunk no matter what.

There are some people sitting in twos and threes at the next few tables. They don't look like ordinary people in their clothes, they must be walking in the rivers and lakes, and the same food is placed on each table-a small pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, nothing else.Tang Wuming stared at the feasting and feasting music and dance hall opposite, and the showgirls in scantily dressed soliciting customers would crowd here.

Each of them was full of smiles, and liked each mouthful of passers-by.

What Tang Wuming didn't want to hear the most at this time was this phrase of liking.

boom--

A rough porcelain cup was swept from the table to the floor, and it shattered at the foot of the next table with a slap, blowing up the cold liquid in the other's trousers.

He followed the prestige and cursed, "Bastard!"

I don't know who to scold.

The people at the next table seemed to be walking together, they looked at each other for a few moments and then stood up, staring at Tang Wuming coldly, clasped the scimitar hanging on the waist, or the machete on the table in their hands. The short sword spread out with momentum, shaking the peanuts on the plate on the table.

Two of them held the handle of the knife in their hands and approached the table two steps.

Xiao Er was so frightened that she didn't dare to serve the dishes, and hid behind the counter with the plate in her hand, not daring to make a big fuss, for fear of affecting herself.

The situation is imminent.

Holding the wine jar in one hand, Tang Wuming faced the door of the restaurant, and also noticed the sudden coldness behind him. Although he couldn't see who was coming, the murderous aura in the silence was clearly revealed.I thought that if he really took action, he would not have the upper hand without any self-defense weapons.

Annoyed in my heart, I was about to smash the wine jar in front of me to take the pieces, a warm and sweet rouge fragrance drifted from the rain, and fell straight to Tang Wuming's table.

A pair of jade hands tapped on the table, placed a few ingots of silver on it, then quietly pressed Tang Wuming's hand that was about to smash the pot, smiled and said to Xiao Er who was hiding behind the counter, "The rain is good today, why don't I invite you to sit here?" Let's all drink together, and I will be responsible for everything!"

Xiao Er looked left at the man holding the knife, then at the man holding the sword, wondering whether this business should be done or not.

Tang Wuming looked up at the beauty in front of him, and said weakly, "Liu Yuexue? Why are you here?"

Even though he later found out that his real name was Liu Hua, Tang Wuming was still used to calling him Liu Yuexue, and he still couldn't change it now.

"If I don't come, I'll see you die here drunk?" Liu Hua rolled his eyes and gave him a blank look.

After hearing their conversation, the murderous intent in the audience suddenly stagnated, and then suddenly retreated, the swords were sheathed, and everyone returned to their seats, as if nothing had happened. Yelling loudly.

Liu Hua also took his seat, facing Tang Wuming, and swept the entire hall from the corner of his eye.

With a cup in his mouth, Tang Wuming moved his mouth slightly: Who is it?

Looking around, he finally landed on the wine jar on the table, and tapped the corner of the table with his chin in his hand, "It's nothing, some rough people."

"..."

"When do you plan to go back?" Liu Hua suddenly asked.

Tang Wuming froze, his eyes dodged, "It's none of your business."

"Oh," Liu Hua smiled, poured himself a glass of wine, and said while sipping, "Forget it if you don't go back, the place you cut with your sword is too straight, and that person vomited blood and passed out, probably It doesn’t take ten days and a half months to wake up.”

Tang Wuming shook his hand, and the wine in the glass spilled out. After a moment of stalemate, he finally couldn't help asking, "Has he vomited blood so badly? How is he doing now? Where is Dr. Wen, can he cure it?"

A series of big question marks hit Di Liuhua with no time to answer.

"puff……"

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Wuming looked at him worriedly.

Liuhua rubbed his fingertips on the rim of the cup, and laughed at him procrastinatingly, "You're so worried about him, why did you run out?" Then he took out the purse Qin Xichao gave him, "Nong, this is you It was given by my old lover, in case you would not go back and catch the cold outside."

Seeing the money bag, Tang Wuming suddenly understood that Liu Hua was playing tricks on him, so he waved it away and didn't look at it anymore.

The two drank a few glasses in silence, Liu Hua was sipping the strong wine, rubbing his cuff under the table with one hand, and suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Tang Wuming, do you still want to live with him?" .”

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the corners of his eyes drooping, rather cruel, "I only ask this question, if you say no, I will leave right away and won't bother you."

When a jug of wine hit the table, the cold liquid inside sloshed out.

Tang Wuming was slightly drunk, but not enough to be drunk. Hearing Liu Hua's words, he suddenly became furious, "If I didn't plan to live with him, today would be today?! I was full enough to play this game with him." Playing a love scene?!"

After hearing his yelling, Liu Hua nodded quietly, and said, "Okay."

A cold light flashed through the sleeves hidden under the table, Liu Hua curled up with one hand, and rubbed his thumb lightly on a hard object protruding from the sleeve.He looked at Tang Wuming, as if looking away from Tang Wuming's shoulder, and suddenly there was a glint of sternness in his eyes.

it is good.

it is good!