Kite falling into red dust

There were quite a few guests in the inn, and because Liu Hanqing had put on his mask again, his arrival didn't attract much attention. He asked for a bowl of noodles, and then sat at a table in the corner and ate quietly.

Just after eating two bites, another customer came in, "Xiaoer, order!" Xiaoer immediately ran over in a hurry, and greeted enthusiastically: "What do you want to eat, sir? We have all the dishes at home. The chef's craftsmanship is also top-notch!" "In this case, let's have a few of your family's signature dishes." "Okay, just wait a moment, I'll come right away!"

Unlike the disguised Luo Hongyuan, this customer caught the attention of everyone in the store as soon as he entered.

It was a young man who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He was dressed gorgeously and looked very handsome. There was a sword hanging around his waist. The scabbard and hilt were exquisitely carved and inlaid with precious stones.

While waiting for the dishes to be served, he took out a white silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his sword.

A man who hadn't looked away from him since he came in stood up, walked towards him, and sat down in front of him.

This is a greasy-faced, wretched man, probably in his early thirties, wearing a maroon silk dress, and he seems to be a martial arts practitioner, with a knife hanging by his waist.

The boy continued to polish the sword intently as if he hadn't seen him.

With a frivolous smile on the man's face, he said, "Does the little beauty know how to use a sword?" The young man finally glanced at him, and said, "It's not counted, just killed a few people."

The man smiled playfully, "Oh, the little beauty has killed people? I really didn't expect it! I thought this sword was so beautiful, it was just a decoration." The boy gritted his teeth, as if trying to suppress his anger, coldly Said: "Do you want to try?"

"Don't, such a beautiful baby has to be taken care of. It's a pity if it's broken. It's like a beauty. It should be well protected. Don't always shout and kill. In case of How about some scars on your face?" He said, with a wretched smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to touch the boy's face.

Just when his hand was about to touch the young man, the sword in the young man's hand suddenly lifted up, placed it on his neck, and warned coldly: "If you don't want to die, stay away from me."

"Hehe!" The man was a little surprised, looked him up and down, and smiled contemptuously, "Why, the little beauty wants to make gestures with the uncle?" Before he finished speaking, his knife was out of its sheath, and he blocked the boy's sword , and then cut to the boy.

At this time, a silver light flashed, and with a "Dang", the knife in the man's hand had already fallen to the ground.Also on the ground was an ivory chopstick inlaid with silver.

"Who is fighting in the slave's inn?" A female voice who sounded not too young, but deliberately made a delicate tone said.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged woman with heavy make-up and jeweled hair stretched out a white hand to lift the curtain behind the counter, and came out with her fat buttocks twisted.

The woman waved an embroidered round fan in one hand, and tugged at the hem of her skirt with the other. She walked over like a willow in the wind, stretched out a hand wearing an emerald bracelet and a gold ring, picked up the knife on the ground, handed it to the man, and said, "Master Jiang Chong!" , is this your knife?" Jiang Chong quickly took the knife with both hands, saying: "Yes, it's mine." Putting the knife back into the sheath.

The woman glanced at the young man, looked at him again, and said coquettishly, "Master Jiang Chong, why did you come to my slave's house to make trouble again? If this continues, you will scare away all the distinguished guests of my slave's house, so how do you do business?" Well? In case the slave's family blames him, can Uncle Jiang explain for the slave's family?"

Hearing her words, Jiang Chong felt as if he had seen a ghost. He hurriedly took out a piece of silver from his pocket and put it on the table. I have something to do, so I’ll take my leave first!” Then he left as if fleeing.