[Comprehensive martial arts] Huangquan Inn

Young Master Crimson Shirt's expression was so indifferent that Lin Pingzhi was speechless for a while.

After all, they hadn't seen each other for many years, and even though they could be regarded as sympathetic at the moment, the situation in his own family was completely different from that of the other.

Only in this aspect, he can still understand the other party's mood a little bit.

As an old acquaintance with whom Wang Lianhua had a good relationship, he knew more about the entanglement between Wang Lianhua's mother and her actual biological father than the rumors in the world.

[Wan Jiasheng Buddha]... No, he heard about the final outcome of [Happy King] and [Fairy Yunmeng] while fleeing.

At that time, something happened to his family. When he went north, he didn't think of going to Luoyang to find his childhood friend to help him, even if the other party would make all kinds of weird and tormenting demands.The rivers and lakes resources in the hands of Yunmeng Mountain Villa far surpassed that of the orphans of the Escort Bureau. If he had the other party's help, it would be much more efficient than him alone.

However, he soon realized that the battle for chasing and killing him was so great that there was definitely more than one faction hiding in the dark.Crouching tigers, hidden dragons have always been in this world, so he was afraid of hurting the other party.Not long after, I heard the news spread in the rivers and lakes-Wang Lianhua, son of a thousand faces, Shen Lang, Shen Shaoxia, son of [Jiuzhou King] Shen Tianjun, and others were trapped in the desert and were captured by [Happy King] Chai Yuguan.

Not long after the raging fire in the ancient city of Loulan subsided, and the survivors hadn't left the vast desert, that story spread quickly as a legend throughout the rivers and lakes, and their lives were told in teahouses and restaurants.

It was as if someone secretly spread the news on purpose.

At that time, Lin Pingzhi was in danger. Although he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, the moment he heard the news, he couldn't help thinking of his old playmate whom he hadn't seen for several years.

He was heartbroken when he learned of his parents' death, what about Wang Lianhua?

The biological father who is worse than nothing said that Wang Lianhua was raised by his mother after all.

It's just that Lin Pingzhi didn't know what to say at this time. If he really wanted to talk about it, he...indeed, he almost died at the hands of Wang Lianhua's mother, Mrs. Wang.It was because Mrs. Wang believed that Lin Pingzhi's existence would shake her son's determination to take revenge.

Although later facts proved that it was superfluous, Wang Lianhua is a different fireworks, his character will never change for anyone.

Now that Mrs. Wang passed away, what Lin Pingzhi said seemed inappropriate.

So he had no choice but to drive the carriage out of the driveway, parked on the side of the road for a while, turned his head and said to the two colleagues behind the curtain who were gossip secretly: "Please trouble Miss Liancheng and Miss Binniang to go back to the inn first, and my friend and I will go to fix the carriage."

This is not an excuse to be distracted, but the two girls with the same surname had a good nature of understanding before and after death, so they naturally knew the reason.

Shi Liancheng and Shi Binniang sealed the last bag of rice noodles into the paper charm given to them by the little boss, and jumped off the carriage hand in hand.

"Let's take the things up, Mr. Lin can rest assured, just remember to come back at night."

Shi Liancheng said goodbye with a smile, and took Spinniang, who was full of eagerness to go back, on the way he came during the day.

If there is no accident, there will be guests tonight—not the case of Lin Pingzhi who was booked as an inn employee early in the morning, but guests in the true sense.

They had to hurry back and tell the boss and Xiaoer the good news.

The girls walked away gracefully, it was already dusk, there were few pedestrians on the avenue, and those vendors who sat under the trees during the day basically packed up their things and returned home with the fruits of the day.

There were only two of them left in the carriage, Lin Pingzhi fell silent, and the atmosphere was as cold as a cold night for a moment.

"Pfft."

Wang Lianhua smiled suddenly, took out his folding fan from his waist, opened it and fanned it.

The picture of the beauties in the fan was replaced by spring peach blossoms at some point, making his face, which was inherited from the world's number one beauty, Fairy Yunmeng, even more coquettish.

He said: "I already knew that the ending would be like this, but Lin Pingzhi, what is your expression?"

Even though he was in a catastrophe, he was still worried that he would be sad because of the ending of the couple.

It was funny how he could be sad.Only Lin Pingzhi, a stupid kid who has been the same since he was a child, would feel that he would be sad.

"I'm afraid you have forgotten how much I wish he could die."

"My terrible and poor crazy sister would like him to die too. We are very happy when he is dead."

"My mother has been entangled with him for most of her life, and when Loulan's fire started, she was also very happy."

"Happy King, Happy King, he calls himself the Happy King, it makes me laugh so hard."

Young Master Crimson Shirt turned his head to look at him, his black and white peach blossom eyes were as bright as stars, filled with a happy smile.

Extraordinary madness.

Lin Pingzhi pursed his lips, covered his overly bright eyes with his hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry."

The touch on the face was warm, and Wang Lianhua froze.

It was not the scorching heat in the ancient city of Loulan, but the temperature of popularity.

The eyelashes swept over the palms of his hands, and there was a little itchiness. Lin Pingzhi knew that he never wanted people to see his emotional gaffes, so he was not surprised that he would react like this.

Like many years ago, when they first met—

In Luoyang ten years ago, the spring breeze was harmonious with peaches and plums.

Lin Pingzhi, who was nine years old at the time, followed his father to send darts for the first time, and came to one of the most famous ancient cities in Ming Dynasty, Luoyang, which was very popular.

Young Master Lin, who had never traveled far before, was extremely excited, he couldn't sit still on the horse, he shook his head and looked at the flow of people around him.

Fuzhou's hometown was originally the best place in Lin Pingzhi's heart, but when he came to this famous ancient city, he was even more awed by the soft red and fragrant soil.

Father took everyone from the escort agency to hand over the escorts and did not leave in a hurry. At this time, it was the Huachao Festival, and there was a lantern festival at night. Since I came to Luoyang, it was rare that nothing happened early, so I should go out to play.After resting in the inn for a while, everyone dispersed to wander around Luoyang City, and planned to choose some things for their relatives and friends to take back.

Xiaolin Pingzhi was naturally taken out by his father.

His father told him that this place was not what it is now, decades ago. At that time, she was full of ruins and ruins.

Today, there are fiery trees and silver flowers everywhere, and peaches and plums are blooming like brocades. It is the eastern capital of Ming Dynasty.

His father told him that it is not the most prosperous time in Luoyang, but when the peonies are in bloom, Luoyang will continue the tradition and hold a world-renowned peony fair, and then people all over the world will be moved by it and come to participate in that historical event A longstanding event.

Little Lin Pingzhi looked at his tall father with yearning in his eyes.

Luoyang City is really too big, and there are more people than Fuzhou City. At that time, Lin Pingzhi was young and not tall, so he was quickly submerged in the crowd and separated from his father.

Xiaolin Pingzhi was startled and frightened, the crowded flow of people took him to an unknown direction.I don't know how long it took, and I don't know where he went. The crowd gradually thinned out. He squeezed out, fell into the threshold of a shop on the street, and rolled into the shop.

The field of vision dimmed for a moment, and the scent of incense lingered in his nose. Xiao Lin Pingzhi looked up and saw the words "Wang Sen Ji" written on the wooden sign beside him.

It's so lively outside, but it's very cold inside.

But Kobayashi Pingzhi was not surprised.

There are only a few candles in the store for lighting. Kobayashi Pingzhi's eyesight is very good, and he can clearly see that there are more than a dozen square coffins neatly arranged inside. Different materials make them have different colors under the candlelight.

Xiaolin Pingzhi realized that this was a coffin shop.

"Sorry for the shopkeeper, the kid interrupted."

He wanted to leave immediately, and his ear strength after he had started practicing martial arts allowed him to hear whimpers floating from not far away.

The sobs were thin and broken, as disturbing as a cat's moaning.

Xiaolin Pingzhi almost instantly thought of Mianyun, the Persian cat who was still waiting for him at home. When Mianyun was wronged, he huddled in a small group and meowed softly in a corner, wronged and pitiful.

If Xiaolin Pingzhi didn't look for it, it would never come out by itself.

The pace of leaving stagnated, Xiao Lin Pingzhi walked in boldly, and followed the whimpering sound to find the past.

He searched in the hall for a long time but couldn't find anyone, but the small whimpering sound still lingered in his ears, Xiao Lin Pingzhi approached, and finally stopped in front of a coffin near the wall.

There was some disbelief in his eyes, but in the end the voice really came from the coffin.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Lin Pingzhi asked cautiously.

The whimpering stopped suddenly, and there was no movement inside.Xiao Lin Pingzhi was anxious when he saw the tightly sealed coffin. The voice sounded as loud as him. If someone was locked in it for a long time, there would be problems.

The nine-year-old child tried his best to push the lid of the coffin a little, blushing and shouted inside: "Come out quickly, you can't breathe inside!"

A pair of bright as washing eyes appeared in the coffin.

As the lid of the coffin was slowly pushed away, half of his face was revealed under the dim candlelight with bright eyebrows and eyes, which reminded Xiao Lin Pingzhi of the peach blossoms in full bloom in Luoyang City at the moment.

Then there was no more, he was drugged down by Wang Lianhua at that time, and he was dragged into the coffin, and stayed with him in the coffin for a night without knowing it.

Lin Pingzhi thought, if he hadn't done anything unnecessary back then, he wouldn't have been teased by this little bastard many times later, and even his temper had been tempered a lot.

As the setting sun slanted into the forest, Lin Pingzhi came back from his memories and was surprised to find that Wang Lianhua didn't push his hand away this time.

After a while, Wang Lianhua said: "She got what she wanted, and I am also free."

The tone was flat, without the faint madness that was revealed just now.

Lin Pingzhi heaved a sigh of relief, then withdrew his hand, and heard the other party say: "What are the backgrounds of those two beauties beside you?"

The heart that he had just let go raised his throat again. Although the contract did not require employees to keep secrets, Lin Pingzhi thought of the little boss who didn't know the door. He deeply felt that as an employee, he should be self-conscious, and I don't intend to reveal the truth about the inn to others.

And Wang Lianhua is too smart, he is not sure if he can hide it from the other party.

Lin Pingzhi said: "I'm staying in an inn now, and they are my colleagues in the inn."

Wang Lianhua said: "It's just like this?"

Lin Pingzhi said: "That's all."

The smile on Wang Lianhua's face grew bigger and bigger: "Lin Pingzhi, I have always been the one who fooled you around. When did you ever fool me?"

Lin Pingzhi: "... Believe it or not."

Wang Lianhua folded her fan, her red lips parted slightly: "Even the disciples of Ghost Palace will have shadows, but your two colleagues don't."