Feng Yu Jiu Tian

Yongyin, Fencheng Pier.

Dressed as a veteran hawker, they boarded the Fencheng Pier inconspicuously, and Lier deliberately looked at the pier where Gongjiu's flow had greatly reduced.

In the past, it was the day when businessmen were most active in making money. When goods came and went, they could crowd the entire Fencheng wharf. At the busiest time, ships that got on and off the shore even had to queue up to enter the wharf.

It is now at least 30% to 40% less than in the past.

Lieer certainly knew what was going on. When Yong Yi opened the letter sent by Le Ting, he lazily leaned against Yong Yi to read together. The small wine merchant Chao An was put in jail with injustice, the imprisonment was unthinkable, the scene of execution was terrible, shaking one side, and people's hearts were disturbed.

Who knows what will happen in the future? People with brains, as long as they have other methods, will try not to pick up Fencheng Pier.

Looking at the pedestrian with a slightly uneasy hurry on the face, Lieer's playful face hidden under the big straw hat, could not help but escape a sly proud smile.

Sure enough, as the prime minister said, as long as the king is not there, Ming Wang can do something amazing.

He is so powerful that he can think of such a "magic".

Rescuing a little Chao'an is still a trivial matter. The most important thing is that the uninformed Yongyin people can see the brutal violent sorrow of the prince Yongquan because of this incident, and severely hit the economy of Fencheng Wharf. .

Now the Thai silkworm pats his **** and walks away, but the officials of the Fencheng Pier are no longer a big fat. The new official must also spend a lot of thoughts to appease the merchants. Guessing with his knees also knows that Yongquan will definitely thunder for this.

"Bamboo mat! Hsinchu mat!"

"Glutinous rice cakes, sell glutinous rice cakes! Cheap and delicious, fresh glutinous rice cakes."

"bean soup……"

There are fewer dock merchants, and the hawkers who usually hawk here can only straighten their throats and yell twice more, hoping to sell more and earn back some rice.

Lier paid for a sticky rice cake, and strolled around to eat.

Yongyi finally received Yongyin Enzhun, and placed Yuezhong City under the jurisdiction of Yongyi. Yongyi set off on the same day and rushed to Yuezhong City and Wei Qiuniang, Qianlin, etc. to join. Lieer went to the same country alone to catch up with Ming Ming. He stopped in Fencheng today and took a boat straight up tomorrow morning.

The opportunity for such a person to go shopping alone is rare, and even he himself cannot tell when the last time he ran out alone. Anyway, the scheduled boat arrives tomorrow morning. Looking at the stall with various gadgets in front of her, Lier doesn't want to go to the inn immediately, walks along the pier, eats the sweet and soft glutinous rice cakes, and licks endlessly. Licking my fingers, I suddenly remembered that Yongyi said that Fencheng's most famous is Youzijiu. Since it is here today, why not try it? I heard that the wine tasted bad when it was out of town. You can only drink it when you come here.

With this in mind, walk towards the avenue in front of the Fencheng Pier.

As soon as two steps were taken, the flow of people in front of them suddenly changed, and it seemed that they were all coming towards him. Everyone was excited and shouted, "Come here! Come here!"

"Began to sell!"

"Hurry up, you can't buy it late!"

A businessman with a large bag on his back ran straight up panting, and when he passed Lie Er's face, the big bag almost wiped Lie Er's nose. Lier held the big bag with one hand and pulled the businessman to a halt. "Brother, what happened? Where are you all going?"

"Of course I'm in a hurry to make money!" The businessman was stopped and he was impatient and suddenly saw the handsome and handsome face under the straw hat of Dayan. He couldn't help but look at him, his face suddenly became kind, and he talked like a bean Quickly said, "Little brother, you don't know, there are good things in front of it. The selling price is cheap, only seven dollars each, get the goods and then sell them, you can make four or five times the profit, how is this Finnish city? There is nothing good, I just do n’t know how to come up with this novelty, everyone is rushing to buy it. Every day, it will be shorted out, oops, I ’m going too, you come, you come too Probably thought that the goods would be sold out, quickly turned around and started running in the direction of crowds.

It turned out to be the source of goods.

It's no wonder that Fencheng was originally a distribution center for goods. The big merchants carried large quantities of goods, and the small merchants picked the goods and resold them to various towns.

Good and cheap goods, of course everyone scrambles.

Lieer was not very interested in this, pouting boringly, watching the businessman's big belly running sweatily, and asked in the back, what kind of goods sell so well? Meet the Ming King another day, may wish to let the Xiao family also do some of this kind of trading.

The businessman did not turn back, and threw down an answer, "King of Thunder."

"What?" Lieer's face changed, thinking he had heard it wrong, and shouting with a throat, "What do you sell? You say it again?"

There were more and more people in front, and the businessman was crowded among them, as if he didn't hear Lier's voice.

Lieer frowned, grabbed at hand, grabbed another person who was running around, and asked viciously, "What did you buy in the past? Say!"

The man was just an ordinary trader. He was dragged inexplicably. Although the young man in front of him looked good, his eyes were bleak and his face was bleak. He took a nap and asked questions immediately, honestly, "I said I said, it is the king of thunder.

"Why the thunder king?" Lieer said two more tunes, and his eyes were more rounded.

"Yes Yes Yes Yes……."

"What is it? Come on."

"Yes, yes, yes ...... yes yes yes ...... west ..."

Lieer rolled his eyes, and the man stuttered without any fear. Don't bother waiting for his stuttering to finish, let him go, and run along the flow of people.

He doesn't have a burly tiger, but he is best at close combat. Where are these ordinary vendors who are his opponents? He was squeezed and flashed in the crowd. He only heard a few calls from the people "Oh," "Oh," Going through the crowds, I went to the front.

When I got to the front, I saw a large stand temporarily built of wood surrounded by the crowd. Four or five sturdy men were bending over to open a large wooden box, and a very ugly and vicious man waved beside him. With a whip, "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze! Come over and break Lao Tzu's stall, Lao Tzu will be pumping people! Rest assured, today there are enough goods for everyone, the price is the same, or seven dollars apiece! Well, you can buy the rules, and those who don't follow the rules will go to the Aman River! "

He shouted so loudly that the merchants waiting to buy the goods were quite honest, and those who stood at the front turned around and scrambled to the back, "Squeeze? Squeeze? Haven't started selling yet."

Lier stood still and looked at the big men who unpacked the boxes. After a while, the big wooden box was opened, and they took out many clay puppets from the inside and placed them on the stalls one by one.

"Come here, buy it, buy it, come one by one, and give money in rounds."

The man with the whip shouted, and the crowd around him was even more uproaring, and the screams continued, "I want ten! Ten!"

"Twenty! Come Twenty West Thunder Kings!"

The big pockets for delivery were mostly stretched forward, and dozens of pairs of hands handing over money stretched out in front of the stall, probably seeing too many people, and a few big men ran over to collect the money in front of the stall. .

It's really hot.

Lier's hand was anxious, and he took out seven money and said, "Buy one."

He stood at the forefront, and it was much more convenient to buy than tartars. The money in his hand was immediately taken away, and a mud puppet was plugged in. He took it in his hand and looked carefully. The "West Thunder King" was actually very delicate. The inside was mud, and the outside was coated with a layer of creamy powder. It was shaped according to human skin. Pale red, even more surprising, this mud puppet's face was lifelike, much like Ming Wang himself.

The mud puppet has hands and feet, and it wears a blue robe with a white belt around its waist. It seems to be the loose long coat that Ming Wang usually likes to wear.

At first glance, it seemed like a shrinking Ming king in his palm.

"Buy it! Buy it! Take your time, today there are enough goods! Don't squeeze Lao Tzu's stall!" There are too many people rushing to buy, and the crowd behind them rushes to the left of the stall. The man yelled, raised his whip and yanked at the crowd twice, and someone screamed immediately.

"Squeeze it to me again! I have a profitable business to do it for you, and I want to squash the whip. Cheap!" The man cursed a few words, and the crowd finally controlled a little. The big men around him kept collecting money, lending into empty bags.

"Buy early! Xi Leiming King sells cheaply, one piece of seven money. If you buy it, you can touch it, touch it, you can save it. Everyone loves the rich young lady!"

"Thirty!"

"One hundred! One hundred! I want one hundred!"

The man cursed with a smile, "Okay old man, would you like a hundred? OK, give you a hundred! Dazhu, give him a hundred!"

Lier stood in front, and the people behind him kept squeezing towards him. Lie Er is easy to be squeezed away, and his elbow lightened to make a clever move, and then came a scream "Yo". He held the mud puppet in his hand for a while, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. He opened the simple clothes on the mud puppet and looked at it. There were men's organs between the legs, and the score was meticulous. Banged over his head.

This is not an ordinary decoration, but a toy that is usually played in a private room!

Lieer nearly blew up his lungs, secretly looked up at the man with the whip, remembering how the man looked, clutching the clay puppet in his hand, biting his teeth, and turned to squeeze out the crowd.

There are too many people buying and the goods are in short supply. In less than an hour, more than twenty large boxes of goods have been snapped up by businessmen. The buyer carefully carried the marijuana bag "King of the Thunder" and left happily, preparing to sell around the town. He had to walk away in despair as he could not buy it.

After a while, the flow of people in front of the booth gradually dissipated, and the sweaty men were busy seizing the time to count the money, and handed the money to the man who took the whip, some busy moving the empty boxes, some busy breaking a few The mud puppet was thrown into the river, and everyone laughed and took it together to drink and merry.

Lieer hid his face under the big straw hat, saw them leave, threw a few money on the tea table, and stood up and followed them silently.

It is his old business to pursue inquiries, and Lieer is more than enough for these three big and five stupid things. He had forgotten all about finding an inn, secretly garnished the man, listening to those men who were called "Xiongge".

The group made money to spend time and drink, went to a restaurant in the city and drank, and pulled a few women to have fun together. Lieer also asked for a small box next door. Hearing what they said was vulgar words, unlike What a big deal, he called the restaurant buddy, gave him five small coins, and asked, "Who is this so noisy next door?"

The man accepted his reward, and he answered it very carefully. "The room is the male brother. They are actually gangsters in Fencheng. They are nonsense on weekdays, but not many when they go to the restaurant. It is strange that they I've become rich recently, I don't know who gave him an idea, and made what Xi Leiming King made as a mud puppet to sell. It was everyone's favorite. Everyone rushed to buy it, and he naturally earned a few. Qian, now coming to the restaurant every day, and even calling some unscrupulous women to come to accompany the wine, oh ... "

When Lie Er heard the "mud puppet of King Xi Lei Ming", he twitched and chuckled, "I didn't expect that kind of thing, and someone was rushing to buy it." Let the king know that he must swallow all the buyers.

It can be seen that the world is not afraid of death.

When Lieer was a spy in Yongyin Palace, the first priority was not to show his ostentation. Now that this skill has been practiced, he is full of anger, and the restaurant buddies can't see a trace of it. Buy. Some people like it, buy it and hide it. Merchants buy it and sell it around. At first, only the merchants here bought it. Now there are people in more and more places. After the Lord Silkworm left, it was all because of King Xi Leiming that I was a little bit angry again. I heard that some people here buy one for seven dollars. When they come to Raohui, they can sell one thousand and two hundred dollars. Alas After all, it is the noble son of the capital, the noble lady, really rich! Xiong brother they finally did a good thing. "

He talked up, while helping Lie Er to pour alcohol, he bent down and said in a low voice, "Do n’t think it ’s for children, adults like it. It ’s the most beautiful if you take off your clothes, oh, you said, Is n’t the real Ming King so beautiful?

Lie'er's heart was full of anger, and he almost turned his buddy's face into a pig's head with a single palm. He secretly said that he was alone in Fencheng. He must not show up casually, grinning his teeth. Can't wait to buy one. "

"Then you'll have to wait until tomorrow." The man smiled sullenly. "Every day the goods are sold out as soon as they come out."

"My ship will arrive early tomorrow morning." Lieer tossed him another ten small money, "I think that Xiongge will not have to save a few for himself, he should still have it in the house. I bought it with a lot of money. You Do you know where his home is? "

The man got the reward, smiled more enthusiastically, nodded and said, "Know, know! Everyone knows where Xiong's house is." Immediately presented Xiong's address, even if he passed from the restaurant, which one he copied. The path is more convenient. How to identify Xiong's house was told Lier seriously.

Lier got the address, pointing at the food and wine table on the table, "I was waiting for a friend, but he hasn't arrived yet. I'll go and see, the food and wine are put first, you don't want to collect it for me."

Going downstairs, I planned in my heart that this is not something a little hooligan like Xiongge can do. Even if he has such a little thought of this bad idea, how can he know the appearance and dress of King Ming?

Although the clay puppet is small, its workmanship is exceptionally exquisite, lifelike, and beautifully seductive. The workshops that make this must be hosted by master figures.

This kind of thing is only sold for seven dollars, isn't it a loss? Who would at any cost insult the blasphemy?

If this thing spreads to the world, it will surely endanger the honor of King Ming and Xi Lei, and will have a very bad influence on the events of the King in the future.

The more Lieer thought, the more he felt wrong. Even if he was in a hurry to meet with the kingdom and Ming Wang, he couldn't just ask this question, but acted rashly. Once something happened, he didn't even have a helping hand in this city, but he couldn't be reckless.

As he walked, he thought, as the man said that there were few people in the alley, and soon he saw a house with many large stone rings in front of it. As the guy said, Xiong's house is much taller than the wall of an ordinary house next to him. I don't know if that Xiong offends too many people and is worried that the enemy will come to seek revenge, so he deliberately built it high.

Fearing that there was an ambush inside, Lieer watched for a while outside the street corner, and saw one or two women coming in and out, guessing that it was either Xiongge's family members or the girl in the house.

He went around the back of the house and looked around. The whole house is similar to Yongyin ordinary house, and there is a small side door at the back. Lieer thought for a while, instead of entering through the side door, he climbed the wall and walked to the backyard of the house, sneaking into the window to peep.

Except for an old man in the house, the others are women and children. There are only seven or eight people in total. It seems that they have not learned martial arts. Lieer concealed the trace, and the audience moved in the house, and found that everything was normal and could not be normal anymore, and they were talking about trivial things like pots and pans. He had been a spy for many years, and his nose was extremely sensitive to danger. As long as there was something wrong with these people, he could immediately be alerted. Until then, he was sure that at least there was no ambush in this house, and these people were indeed It's Xiong's family, not a trap set by someone.

Leye was afraid that he was not meticulous enough, and checked the house back and forth twice. He was agile, and the people in the house didn't even notice that the family had been inspected.

In this case, why should we trace the origin of the mud puppet, and we can start by torture the male brother.

After thinking about it, Lieer returned to the restaurant. The people next door didn't know that Shaxing was close at hand. They ate and drank, but they were still amused, screaming to chop prostitutes and sing songs.

Lieer was not in a hurry, knowing that they would eventually disperse and go home after the enjoyment. The male brother drank a lot today and enjoyed it with the Geisha. The drunkenness would naturally be unprepared, and the extravagant music would make the mind fragile For the martyrs who are going to torture him, they are all favorable conditions.

He listened to the movement in the room while he listened to his ears, and as he poured himself out, the sky gradually darkened. Finally, he heard the man next door shouting with a drink, "It's time to go home ..."

"Where's home? There are wine and beauty here, better than home."

"Are you afraid of being beaten by your wife late at home?"

There was an unpleasant laughter.

Lier heard the voice of that Xiongge, "Okay, I've had enough wine and enough beauty to play! Help Laozi sell King Xileiming for a while, so I took a lot of money and added a good wine and good meal. Want Lao Tzu to eat till tomorrow? A group of jealous little **** who are going to be hit by thunder! All get Lao Tzu! Dude, settle accounts! "

The dude outside made a long voice.

The singing in the next room stopped, and I heard the prostitutes gratitude for the money. The crowd probably smashed it. When they got up, they turned upside down, pulled the stool to the table, and made the bowls ping pong.

Lier slowly lowered the glass, pursed her lips, and a relentless sneer rose from her lips. He stood up and walked towards the room, but he staggered and saw that he was about to fall. Martyr was frightened, reaching for the wall next to him, intending to prop up his body. Although his hands touched the wall, his forearms seemed paralyzed, and he couldn't make any effort, like two cotton braces against the wall. He couldn't use his strength alone, he could only watch himself fall to the side, his lower abdomen hit the corner of the table, his eyes hurt Venus, and he slumped to the ground with a stun.

Great thing!

Liel fell to the ground, feeling unconscious of her limbs, and was shocked and suspicious. Is that Xiongge a hidden master?

He is a hooligan in the small city of Finn, and why is he so deliberately opposed to Ming Ming?

While thinking hard, Lie Er turned his body over and over again and again and again. He is now facing upwards, and it is not good to use his strength. If he can turn over, maybe he can slowly stand up with the table and chairs. The frightening thing is that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even turn over. The more he struggled, the weaker his body became, and then even moving his wrists was like moving mountains.

What poison is this so terrible?

The noise next door was now gradually lowered, and they were faintly heard to reward their buddies and leave the room next door. Lier expected that the male brother would come over a moment later, interrogating himself proudly, did not expect to listen to the movement outside, a group of drunk men passed by the door of his compartment, did not stop, as if he did not know that he existed at all, Staggering down the restaurant, going further and further, they would not hear their footsteps for a while.

It's not them who are poisoned?

Even if it weren't for them, the situation would not be much better.

Lieer couldn't move at this moment, remembering the everlasting promises before leaving, asking him to "don't be naughty, don't cause trouble, and most importantly, don't worry about nosy affairs", but now it turns into a stall in the restaurant's cabin, can't help wry smile.

Blame yourself for being stupid.

Usually protect the Ming King's safety. When he arrives in a strange place, the things that Wang Ming will touch, first is to check the drug. I went to Xiongge's house to investigate, and went back, watching the movement of the next room. Why didn't I think that the wine and dishes in front of me might be tampered with.

Lieer's heart sank, and the feeling of ominous deepened.

No matter who Fang is, he can take advantage of various situations and take advantage of the psychological gap of others so skillfully.

brush……

The curtain was suddenly opened, and this slight movement made the nerve that Lier had straightened suddenly to the highest point.

He lay on his back, his eyes unbearable, and looked obliquely. He saw the first person who came in the curtains clearly. It was the restaurant buddy who had flattered him for a while to reward money, but now his face As soon as the charm of Shang Ah went away, her gaze turned into a rude and mature man.

The man entered the room and glanced at the strong child on the ground. Not surprised that the fat sheep was lying straight on the ground, turned and held the curtain with one hand, and whispered in an unusually respectful voice. "This is just asking the brother It ’s a pity that he is not the king of the thunder, such as his son, but since he pursues the clay puppet of the thunder king, he should be a person related to the thunder king. "

As he explained cautiously, another slender and graceful figure turned in from behind the door.

The comer wore a simple long coat, a dark cloak that Yongyin used to wear on his shoulders, but he was indescribably handsome, with a slight smile on his face.

He enters the room leisurely, and sees the martyrs on the ground. It seems slightly surprised, but for a moment, his face smiles deeper, revealing a white and bright teeth. People. "Boasted to the guy," you did a good job. "

Buddy was originally uneasy, for fear of not completing the task, he did not expect to be praised, immediately settled. Seeing that the master walked slowly towards the captives, maybe it was to try the door, and quickly stepped forward two steps, trying to drag Lier from the ground.

But stopped by his master.

"Don't hurt him, I'll do it myself." A pair of perfectly-groomed hands stretched out and gently lifted the weak and weak child from the ground, and said in a gentle and considerate voice, "I laid this bureau, I wanted to see if I could seduce King Xilei who passed here. I didn't want to hit you in the net. How did you get here? By the way, you hurried to meet someone, so you have to pass through Fencheng There is a boat change at this big pier, isn't it? Huh? "

He spoke so tenderly and laughed so coddledly that anyone would feel like being in the spring.

Lieer was paralyzed in his arms and feet, but almost fainted in horror.

"Why don't you talk to each other?" The voice over his head came again, and there was no impatience, after a while, as if he sounded softly, "I see, now you are not Fu Fu, I should call you Lieer, right? Or ... you followed Yongyi's backer, so you changed your mind? "

As he said, he stretched out a finger and lightly touched Lier's chin, letting him turn his face to face himself.

Lieer was reluctant to be reluctant, and he couldn't help it with a little effort, and had to be screwed over. He had closed his eyes tightly, and now suddenly opened, staring at the handsome face above his head, his teeth trembling and hissing, "Yu Lang, kill me if you have something."

He screamed so exhaustedly, and passed into others' ears, but it was only a low, weak sound.

Yu Lang's eyes were full of tenderness, and he sighed, "Why would I be willing to kill you?" With both arms stretched out and folded in, he held Lieer tighter in his arms.

Liel was held by him defiantly, looking up at the restaurant ceiling on his head constantly moving, startled and frightened, "You ... Where are you taking me?"

Yu Lang listened to his voice, as weak as a whisper, but full of horror, and looked down at him with a funny and angry look. Of course, he took you to where I live. You look like this, let you go, you even You can't climb. "

Lieer's flesh is on the cutting board, he cannot survive, he cannot die. If there is a little strength on his body, he must jump from his arms and hit him.

How could you be so stupid?

Spreading the net like this, sticking to the trap, so that no one can see the flawed tactics, except for this gentle man who is gentle and terrible inside, who else can make it out?

Fencheng is a major way to the same country and follow Ming Wang. He rushed to meet with Ming Wang. Eighty-nine out of ten will settle here for one or two nights.

Yu Lang must have randomly selected a local hooligan mochi, and gave away their "West Thunder King" clay puppets in vain every day. Perhaps the only condition for the exchange was that they would go to the restaurant to drink and have fun every day.

Xiongge and their group of ignorant puppet sellers and their families have become the best acting props, because they really don't know that there is danger in them, so they can deceive everyone.

As long as the people related to Ming Wang will tracing the matter, and to track the source of the goods, it is necessary to start from the male brother, and track the male brother to the restaurant. What is more convenient than monitoring the private box next door?

How careful is Ren Renchao who will focus on the male brother, who thought of the real danger, but in this humble box?

"Don't be afraid, why should you be afraid of me?" Yu Lang's voice passed into his ears, pityingly, "Look, but after a while, you're sweating again."

Lier's forehead was covered with cold sweat, closed his eyes and said nothing.

The procrastination of the horse's hoof came closer and closer, and stopped before him.

He felt that he was gently put into the carriage, and the curtains were lowered, covering the moonlight and the noisy sounds on the street, as if gently touched by the hand of a god, thrown into the **** that will never be restored.