It's too embarrassing.
It is expected that the young master will be angry, and the two attendants are ready to attack at any time. As long as the young master gives an order, he will start fighting with this shameless woman.
Mr. Yin's anger just arose, but an old man's voice beside him said: "Hit! Do it! You bear her?"
I saw an old man in ordinary clothes just walked out of a guest room, clenching his fists to provoke.
It is the core figure of Wu Zhe and others in this mission, the sloppy old man disguised by the suzerain.
Wu Zhe said angrily, "Old man, are you so provocative?"
"Ah? Didn't what you said just now meant to provoke him to fight with you?" The old man looked surprised: "I'm here to help you realize your plan.
Indeed, Wu Zhe's words just now seem to be intended to cause conflict.
"Is what I said too much?" Wu Zhe asked in surprise.
Mu Qingya and Zong Zhilian shook their heads, but Hu Yunshang shook his head.
Seeing Hu Yunshang shaking his head in denial, Zong Zhilian snickered.
Mu Qingya froze for a moment, then pursed her lips and smiled.
At this time, Mr. Yin waved his hand and said: "Miss, you don't need to mind. Since last night, I have been rude to you, disturbing your dream. Not to mention a few verbal reprimands, even a few punches to me, it's fine."
Although Wu Zhe was being harsh and the old man was angry with him, Mr. Yin did not lose his temper.
This person is full of pride.
I don't need to do everything, let you do it yourself. Let me do it myself, it is inferior. This is one of his ideas.
Just like the martial artist Mou Yin who punished him last night, he didn't use any violence and coercion, but only used verbal coercion, so that the other party stabbed his throat and vocal cords so that he could not speak.
In the past, when he met a girl he liked, he didn't use force, but a charming way to conquer.
Even if he used the sound of the flute to seduce the white-skinned girl on the boat passing by the river, that is, the real Xiao Niu, he only used the sound of the flute to seduce, and did not plunder.
Fortunately, he never forcibly robbed, so the crime of harming the girl was not revealed. Even if many girls disappeared, it would be difficult to catch him.
Otherwise, picking flowers would have been notorious long ago, or would have been set as a task by the Sword Fighting Sect, or would have been sought out by the enemies, or even be executed by the Sect Master as soon as he saw it.
At this moment, he was talking eloquently, with a sincere expression on his face, and a kind of chicness in his conversation and laughter.
He is confident, maybe this fair-skinned girl is just ignorant of men and women, and cannot fully appreciate her own charm.
No matter how reserved a girl is, sooner or later let her throw herself into her arms.
It's a pity that he belongs to Dui Niu playing the piano, Wu Zhe didn't notice his handsomeness at all, and even felt that this guy was even more goosebumps than the narcissistic son Zong Zhilian...
Wu Zhe hummed, and didn't have much feedback on the gentleman's politeness, so he took Mu Qingya's hand and walked out of the inn.
Hu Yunshang hurriedly followed behind.
Zong Zhilian arranged for the old man and others to leave the inn as well.
"Who is this guy?" On the way, Wu Zhe whispered to Mu Qingya as he walked, "It's annoying to be sullen just now."
"Don't talk about him like that. Is it because you are too charming?" Mu Qingya pursed her lips and smiled, and replied in sign language: "I told you to be ugly. If I don't listen, what are you complaining about?"
Wu Zhe suddenly thought of something, and asked: "You are more experienced, and you deliberately dressed poorly during the trip. Did someone pester you before?"
"It's a bit annoying." Mu Qingya nodded with a little resentment, and said in sign language: "Before I have achieved a small degree in my studies, I don't want to get involved in the relationship between men and women, so I don't think about it at all."
Wu Zhe secretly called it a fluke, fortunately he is an evolutionary body now, otherwise if the real Long Aotian crossed over, he might not be able to get close to Mu Qingya.
After walking a few steps, I arrived at yesterday's restaurant, and the shopkeeper and the guys greeted me very warmly.
"Girl, girl, you are here!"
"Please come inside, the best hospitality!"
Several staff in the restaurant hurriedly arranged seats for Wu Zhe, and wiped them again and again with white towels, as if they were afraid of getting a little bit of dust.
"Girl, the "Dragon and Babu" you talked about last night was really good! I went back and lay on the bed without falling asleep, and my mind was full of the heroic heroes traveling the rivers and lakes."
"Isn't that right, I also want to save up money to find a master to practice martial arts, and I will become a hero in white clothes like snow in the future!" Several guys said enthusiastically.
There were already some night walkers, bodyguards and others sitting in the restaurant eating, and when they saw Wu Zhe they all got up and saluted.
Wu Zhe's status in the eyes of everyone is even higher than that of Zong Zhilian.
Zong Zhilian, who had already caught up, shook his head and protested in a low voice: "I am the proprietor, and I paid for all your food and drink."
Zhang Family Sanshu, Zhao Biaotou, Li Touling and Qian Junzi several important people also brought the old man into the restaurant, and everyone ordered a simple meal and started talking and laughing.
Wu Zhe didn't notice that Mr. Yin didn't come with him.
"Come on, brother Zhilian, let's have a meal." Hu Yunshang kept stealing eyes from Wu Zhe. It was very good to see that she did not even glance to see if the piper was coming.
"A bowl of what?" Zong Zhilian looked at the bowl of white porridge that Hu Yunshang brought up, and the steaming bowl of white porridge in front of his own table, and couldn't help whispering: "You guy, you can't be so happy, right? There is no distinction between wine and rice soup?"
"Ha..." Hu Yunshang was in a good mood and didn't care, he took the bowl of hot rice soup and drank it.
Zong Zhilian grinned and looked at him, feeling hot watching him drink the soup.
Inside the inn, Mr. Yin led two of his men into the room where Wu Zhe lived.
Zong Zhilian had already paid the silver and left the guest room, so the staff didn't stop Mr. Yin from entering the room.
Of course, even if the buddy wants to stop it, he can't stop it.
"Although the delicate body is far away, there is still a lingering fragrance." Mr. Yin sniffed his nose in the bed where Wu Zhe lay, looked at the two beds, and said to himself with one hand behind his back and the other pointing The bed said: "She lay on this bed for a while. She got up when she heard the sound of my flute, and then shared another bed with a woman?"
Mr. Yin followed some clues to deduce what Wu Zhe was doing in the room at that time.
He wanted to know as much as possible the details of this girl's living habits, so as to increase his confidence in picking up girls.
I stood in front of the bookshelf in the upper room and took a look, touched some classic blue books provided by the inn, and deduced: "She doesn't seem to have flipped through the books. Hehe, no wonder she doesn't know how to be polite, and her words are unpleasant In other words, it turns out that the education is not enough, and there is not much scholarly self-cultivation. But where did the stories in her mouth come from? Well, it must have some memory skills, and she can repeat other people's books."
Mr. Yin pushes others with himself. He has the habit of reading, no matter how late he goes to bed, he has to read a book every day.
Seeing that the books on the bookcase showed no signs of being turned, he thought that the woman was not well-educated, and not only lowered her image and status in his heart.
"Huh? Didn't turn the book, but moved the paper, ink, brush and inkstone?" Mr. Yin looked at the table, wondering: "Wait, she should have only written with tea last night. But the ink sticks here But there are new marks, and there must be other handwriting. Chi Yin, you go to the inn clerk and ask for the things to pack in this room."
Among the two attendants, one named Mou Yin injured his own throat last night. Chi Yin is another one.
Chi Yin hastily went to fetch the clerk, along with two iron buckets of sundries that had not yet been discarded.
"What are you doing?" The guy was swearing at the beginning, but Chi Yin, under Mr. Yin's nod and connivance, taught the guy a little bit, and he became obedient.
After rummaging in the iron bucket, I found a piece of white rice paper that I had just packed in this room.
Throwing the buddy out of the room and closing the door, Mou Yin and Chi Yin spread out the rice paper for the young master to see.
When Mr. Yin saw it, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Silence is better than sound at this time." Mr. Yin read the seven words on the rice paper: "What a sentence, it has a special charm. It's just that although a single sentence has a lot of connotation, it's not really brilliant. I'm afraid it depends on the specific situation. .These seven words, if they are accompanied by other good sentences, can make a big difference... Oops!"
Suddenly, with a cry of surprise, he rushed up and carefully snatched the rice paper from the hands of the two warriors, and spread it on the table in a panic.
"How is it possible? Seven characters and seven methods!" (To be continued.)