"good!"
Yan Xiaowu seemed to like his style very much, and his face turned red with excitement. He looked at the table, and seemed to think that pouring tea was too slow and troublesome, so he simply picked up the teapot and started pouring it.
"ah--"
"Happy!"
"..."
When Jiang Zhou looked at him, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
It's like you're drinking something strong…
Yan Xiaowu wiped a handful of tea under his chin, looked at Jiang Zhou and said, "Brother, I don't think you look like a refugee at all. You talk like a scholar. You speak well, but you are better than those rotten scholars." Listen!"
What he said was somewhat sincere.
The word "brother" is easy to say, but when done it is as heavy as a mountain.
Especially his brother Yan Xiaowu.
He was called Brother Jiang before, but it was just because of his temperament, and because he liked Jiang Zhou, he didn't mind being a brother who could drink tea and eat melon seeds together.
In the case of Hauni, I also helped him out.
But now, Yan Xiaowu felt that Jiang Zhou really had some appetite for him.
It doesn't matter if this brother really admits it.
Jiang Zhou and he are the same kind of people, at least when it comes to making friends.
Even if the other party called him Brother Jiang before, he didn't take it seriously.
Now the other party can be said to have saved his life.
One death and one lifetime is the knowledge of friendship. One is noble and the other is humble, friendship is about seeing each other.
Jiang Zhou kept this feeling in his heart, and after listening to his words, he couldn't help but think of what happened to him.
Showing a bit of helplessness: "Oh, life is easy to end, and things in the world are impermanent. Even if you have royal power and wealth, it will all be gone in one day, let alone me, a person in trouble?"
As he said that, he suddenly looked at Yan Xiaowu with a smile: "I think that although Brother Yan often does vulgar things, he is not like a common person, but is a bit noble."
Yan Xiaowu squirted out half a mouthful of tea, and patted his clothes as fast as possible: "Ahem! Drink tea, drink tea, drink tea!"
"The feast is over, there is no way to linger any longer... The one who is troubled is the Dragon Girl, and the one who suffers is the little Xiao Lang..."
The bell-like singing voice of the teahouse singer came from the side. Yan Xiaowu half-closed his eyes, tapped the joints with his fingers, and sang along:
"When the cup is full, I feel breathless... In one cup of wine, there are half a cup full of white and cold drops of tears, tears... Ahem!"
After singing half a sentence, his face turned red from holding back the words, and he quickly drank some water.
"No, no, this mother-in-law is really not happy when she sings her songs. It's just a joke."
Jiang Zhou smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to have such skills."
"What's this? It's not me who plays. I don't like women, and I don't like eating and drinking. I just like to sit in this teahouse and sing. I am proficient in playing, playing and singing. Then I listen to books. , I know "Ao Xianggong", "Dian Chenghuang" and "Ghost in a Cave in the East Mountain" by heart!"
Jiang Zhou didn't understand what he was talking about. They were probably some of the popular story-telling novels in Wu County.
"You still like this? That's easy. If I have time, I'll write some notebooks to make sure you never put it down."
He doesn't have the ability to repay Yan Xiaowu now, but he is so good at making up stories that he can still express his feelings by putting some thought into it.
Yan Xiaowu was amused: "Oh? You can also write storybooks!"
Immediately he waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I have a very picky taste, and I can't tolerate anything like this."
"What I just mentioned were all written by a few old gentlemen from Nanzhou. Although these people are not comparable to the great Confucian scholars of the time, their talents and learning have been praised by the Confucian scholars."
Jiang Zhou smiled and did not refute.
When it comes to knowledge, he doesn't dare to brag.
When it comes to making up stories, no matter how great a scholar you are, I won't be afraid.
Yan Xiaowu suddenly said: "Hey, the song I sang "Dragon Girl Farewell Xiao Lang" just now was also about the story of the Dragon King of Jinghe River. Do you think it was a coincidence or not?"
"oh?"
"Actually, this can be considered a scandal for that person."
Yan Xiaowu whispered: "There are two Dragon Kings in this world, both of them are orthodox ones who have been canonized by our Emperor of Daji. Apart from this one, there is also a Dragon Lord of Dongting, but this Dragon Lord is a serious dragon. It's not like that obscene dragon in Jinghe who leaves seeds everywhere."
"The Seventh Dragon Girl of the Dragon King of Dongting is married to King Jingyang, the son of the Dragon King of Jinghe River."
"We are a good match, but who would have expected that King Jingyang is also ridiculous. Not only is he just like his father Long, he is also licentious and has a violent temper. The dignified Seven Dragon Girls are actually treated like his servants, and they are beaten and scolded every time."
Yan Xiaowu showed a teasing smile: "This boy deserves it. Later, the Seven Dragon Girl met a human scholar, fell in love with him, and even arranged to elope."
"It's a pity that a mere human scholar could not escape from the hands of the two dragon kings? He was taken back anyway. If the seven dragon girls hadn't threatened him with their lives, he would have definitely not escaped death. Later, there was this "Dragon Girl Farewell" "Xiao Lang", there are still many story books circulating. In short, since then, the King of Jingyang has been completely embarrassed. "
Yan Xiaowu was quite gloating about his misfortune.
It made Jiang Zhou feel that he seemed to know the King of Jingyang.
It seems that this guy's identity is bigger than he thought.
Half a day passed while drinking tea with Yan Xiaowu and savoring other people's gossip.
He said he was going to handle a case, but in the end he did nothing.
When the time came, Jiang Zhou said goodbye to Yan Xiaowu, returned to Sujing Division, and handed back the demon-slaying knife.
This time, he was suddenly transferred to "assist in handling the case", and he did not need to recite his duties.
After returning to the Sword Prison Grotto, I walked towards the public kitchen where the sword holder ate.
I just drank a lot of tea all day long, and I would have a fever if I didn't eat anything.
As soon as he arrived at the place, pairs of eyes looked at him.
When Jiang Zhou's scalp was numb, he took some food.
The other conditions of the sword holder were not very good, except that the food was sufficient, including rice and meat.
After all, if there is not enough energy and blood, it will be difficult to resist the blood evil attack of the demon-slaying knife.
After finding a table and sitting down, the knife owners from several nearby tables crowded over and asked.
"Ding Wuyi, how did you do it?"
"You can actually change the sword-holding task temporarily. Do you have someone above you?"
"You went to the Criminal Division yesterday, and today you were temporarily called up. Could it be that there is someone above you in the Criminal Division?"
"In the past, we were blind and ignorant. Let's get to know each other. Can we take care of each other in the future?"
"That Bingsijiu who replaced you will be miserable. I heard that Captain Miao returned in vain today. Not only were the swordsman and the patrolling demon guards wiped out, but only two of the five captains came back. They were all seriously injured!"
The knife-wielding men all talked about it, making Jiang Zhou quite helpless.
Today, his duty as a knife-handler was temporarily changed, which caused many people to misunderstand something.
I originally wanted to deal with the matter, but when I heard one of the sentences, I couldn't help but feel moved, and asked: "Is it the evil temple in Liujiazhuang? What is there? Is it so powerful?"
A man holding a sword said: "Isn't it? I heard that even General Jingyao was alarmed and Thunder was furious. Not long before you came back, he came to the headquarters and summoned all the captains and school captains to give him a scolding. "
"I don't know what kind of powerful demon there is, and we don't dare to ask."