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In the blink of an eye, the fireworks in March are over.

Ling Zihan has been recuperating for more than a month in the palace of Jinzhong fiefdom. After consultation with the accompanying imperial physician, it was determined that the fetus was stable. This allowed Xuanyuan Huang to lift the ban on Ling Zihan and even follow the doctor's orders.

, take her out to relax.

And this time out, it turned out to be half a month.

A couple of gods and goddesses traveled around Jinzhong, disguised themselves as an ordinary couple, and made secret visits to various places in Jinzhong to check on the public sentiment.

I have to admit that although Xuanyuan Huang has a bad reputation like Ling Zihan, he is by no means weak in ability. In addition, this Jinzhong generation is extremely wealthy, and Taiyuan Prefecture and Fenyang Prefecture are also within the scope of his fiefdom.

Not to mention minerals, the annual merchant gold tax alone is more than two Northern Yans!

No wonder everyone wants to come to Jinzhong to be an official. It turns out that he is a fat man. However, due to the devil Xuanyuan Huang, apart from those upright officials, there are really not many who are afraid of death or just want to make money.

Someone who dares to come!

"I finally understand why you made your reputation so bad!"

In the teahouse, Ling Zihan, who was wearing an ebony hairpin, was sitting in a private room, holding a bowl of warm goat's milk in her hand. While drinking, she was chatting with the handsome man sitting opposite. After her words fell, the man was seen.

The ends of her eyes were slightly raised, her phoenix eyes seemed to thank her for provoking them, and the bright black pupils reflected the smile on her lips, instantly adding an indescribable evil charm.

"Why did Madam say this?"

That's right, the man sitting opposite her is really the king of Jinzhong, King Ke Xuanyuanhuang.

"because……"

Before Ling Zihan could say anything, the storyteller downstairs started talking——

"By the way, this evil king fought three times against the king of the grassland, Chachaqir. The battle was so big that the sky was dark and the earth was bloody..."

Ling Zihan was so engrossed in what she heard that she didn't even pay attention to the fact that the waiter brought someone in to see her off. At this moment, there was a sudden noise downstairs. The movement was so loud that she came back to her senses and looked at the line.

The people who swaggered into the teahouse narrowed their eyes unconsciously, then raised their heads and quickly glanced at Xuanyuan Huang. Then they lowered their eyes and turned their gaze back to those people.

Downstairs, a man dressed as a son-in-law fiddled with the jade crown on his head and walked into the teahouse. The young man in front, who was taking care of everything and hunched over, looked like a fox pretending to be a tiger and a tiger fighting a dog.

In that young man

In front of my brother, I had a shy face, and the next second I faced the restaurant owner who was approaching me with a dagger at war, and shouted loudly: "My father has reserved this restaurant! Why don't you prepare a good private room for wine and food for my father?"

, good service!”

Before he finished speaking, he quickly turned his head and glanced at the row of shirtless men behind the young master who looked like they were tall and thick, with arms as thick as the mouth of a large ocean bowl. I saw that those men were well-trained.

He stepped forward, picked up the people in the lobby downstairs of the teahouse one by one, and threw them out.

The owner of the teahouse almost cried when he saw this fight. He quickly saluted the group of people, bowed and held his hands in front of him, saying: "My lord, you must not do this! This is a small teahouse, and the profits are very thin."

I can't afford to entertain distinguished guests like you. Most of the people here are ordinary people, and the people in the lobby are also regular customers. But if you go through such trouble, you will still let me

How to do business?”

The waiter on the side was trembling with fear, hunched over and hiding behind the boss.

And the group of sturdy men were about to go to the private room upstairs.

"Hey, you ask my master how to do business? You open the door to do business, do you still think the money is too much?! Boy, see clearly, who is our master! I will scare you to death if I tell you!"

The slavish-looking servant who was waiting on the side relied on the power of the master to intimidate the teahouse owner. After saying this, he did not forget to glare at the storyteller who was already hiding under the table, and curved the corner of his mouth with a proud smile.

He chuckled, then raised his chest proudly, stared at the shopkeeper with his nostrils, whose waist had reached ninety degrees, took out a piece of silver from his sleeve, and tossed it in front of the shopkeeper.

"Have you heard of Young Master Beiyan Zhihan? That is my Young Master!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced sideways at the trembling storyteller who was like a sieve, and the little waiter who was so scared that he was about to wet his pants. He waved his hand with an even more proud look and put the silver coin back into his sleeve without leaving a trace.

Ha: "You guys, if you don't move quickly, our father will kick everyone out! Shopkeeper, go and prepare the wine and food. You, continue your story, my father likes to hear it!"

This devil of rivers and lakes never set foot in the Western Dynasty. The reason is not known, but stories can be spread from thousands of miles away to the country. Especially the storytellers in the teahouse especially like to tell these strange stories about the martial arts, and the diners also

I really like to hear it.

It just so happens that this storyteller is no exception. He often talks about this disappeared devil and makes various conjectures. As this story spreads from person to person, everyone here knows the story of the devil. Naturally.

I also know about the rumors——

If you smile with one smile, your wealth will be scattered; if you smile with two smiles, the rituals and music will collapse; with three smiles, the sky will be dark and the earth will be dark; if you smile with four smiles, all life will be ruined...

The noble young man at the moment is dressed in fine clothes and is quite handsome. Although he is not as handsome as the storyteller said, to the point where men and gods would be outraged and men would envy women, he can still look past it. He has a sullen face, as if someone owes him something.

cost him hundreds

He looked like a million pieces of silver, and his eyes were indescribably gloomy, which made people look at and think about those rumors, and suddenly felt uneasy in their hearts. The only thing he didn't smile about was that he believed the message even more, and served him more carefully.

, and walked backwards.

"Haha." Low laughter came from the window of the private room on the second floor. The servants who were shivering downstairs quickly raised their heads and looked up. Several burly men also subconsciously raised their heads and quickly stopped walking upstairs.

go.

At this time, the shopkeeper, who had already stepped aside, remembered the generous guests upstairs and quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Uncle...Uncle, this upstairs has been booked by two gentlemen. Look, if you don't mind, just sit down in the private room downstairs. I don't charge you. You can use the good wine and food. Just treat it as a treat."

A little filial piety...honor to the uncle!"

The shopkeeper is a bit brave and upright. If he were in a teahouse in the capital, he would probably have exposed them long ago, and he would have to get this person to come and stir up some trouble.

Ling Zihan's fingertips lightly touched the table and raised it slightly. She suddenly realized that when she was dressing up as a woman today, she had forgotten to take off the nail polish on her nails. Now, if anyone sees it,

I don't think she has any quirks as a "man", but I still have to recognize her identity.

Subconsciously, he retracted his hand towards the cuff, but was caught by Xuanyuan Huang who was opposite him, put it to his lips and pecked him lightly.

The servant downstairs, who was raising his neck, had already called away.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said? Our master has taken care of you, why don't you tell the people upstairs to get out of here! Humph, ouch——"

Before he could say the worse words, a sharp pain came from his shoulder blade. He turned away and saw a bamboo chopstick inserted across his shoulder blade, and red blood slowly seeped out from the wound.

, soaked through the thick clothes.

His face turned pale in pain.

He couldn't help but scream, covered his shoulders, and directed the big men to rush upstairs to settle accounts with the people in the box. But before those people could move, suddenly, another chopstick was shot towards this direction quickly.

.The speed was astonishing, making it impossible for anyone to dodge. The one known as "Master Zhihan" didn't even have time to pull out his sword, and just saw the other chopstick inserted into the other side of the dog-legged slave.

On one shoulder.

The force exerted this time was greater than the last time, causing the slave to take a few steps back unconsciously and hit the pillar of the room. The other end of the chopstick sank deeply into the pillar, restricting his movements.

, as if he was nailed to the top, the method was extremely cruel.

"Hey, could this be Young Master Zhihan who is rumored to have unrivaled martial arts skills and top-notch hidden weapons? Why doesn't it look like it to me? I heard that that Young Master, together with the corpse hairpin that seals the throat at the sight of blood, is what he is best at.

', disappeared from the world a few years ago

It's gone, and now... Tsk, now you suddenly show up, who knows whether you are real or fake? Looking at the speed with which you drew the sword just now, it seems that you should be a third-rate swordsman, not good at learning, and not yet mature, so what?

Dare to claim the title of Demon Lord!"

With cold words and sarcasm, Ling Zihan drank tea and cast a playful glance at the young master who was holding a long sword and eager to try. He turned to look at the opposite Xuanyuan Huang, who was smiling but not smiling. The lust in his eyes became thicker, and he

He opened his mouth and revealed two small tiger teeth.

"The storyteller downstairs, I admire you for telling the story very smoothly, why don't you tell them about this evil master?"

Under the table, the arrogant storyteller looked up at the open window upstairs and at the dog slave who was nailed to the pillar. He was confused and thought about it, but he still didn't open his mouth. And this

At that time, a banknote suddenly became like a thousand-jin stone.

Then it was thrown in front of him, and it fell deeply into the floor in front of him, making a small shallow pit. And the banknote was placed on it so flatly, and the number on it was quite big.

It was more than all the savings he could earn from studying books for ten lifetimes.

"My reward for you is to tell you a story about 'Master Zhihan' according to the words of the young master just now."

This voice was deeper and richer than the one just now. It was filled with a domineering air that would otherwise be questioning, which was intimidating. And the storyteller was also a smart man. From that voice, one could tell that the person upstairs

The two of you are by no means ordinary people, either rich or noble.

Moreover, looking at Xiao Lu's hands just now, it can be concluded that these two people are by no means ordinary people in the martial arts world, and their martial arts skills are definitely first-rate.

After thinking quickly, without waiting for anyone to urge him again, or giving the pedestrian in front of him a chance to speak, the storyteller, who was emboldened by the banknotes, spoke quickly, opened his mouth, and told the little devil of the world.

Lin Zhihan's story is narrated.

"No one knows when Lin Zhihan became enlightened, and no one knows where he studied. All they know is that he has a handsome face, with skin as thick as gel, teeth like shells, and eyes like monsters.

Fire, lips like rhombus, compare one

Ordinary women are even more beautiful. Although I don’t know if they can compare to Pan An and Song Yu, the top oiran of Yixiang Garden is probably not even a little bit as beautiful as him. According to legend, he has unparalleled martial arts skills and is good at amassing money, but he belongs to the same class.

Good and evil

Wherever she goes, merchants will have no money for three years, and martial arts scoundrels will feel uneasy. But in the eyes of the people, he is a first-class knight... No one knows what he uses

Weapons, I only know that she is good
To be continued...