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The best restaurant in Wangcheng is called Shanhaiju.

One takes the delicacies of the mountains and the seafood on the plate, and the other takes the mountains, the south, the sea, and the northern guest, which means good meaning, and the shopkeeper is better. In his early twenties, the white-clothed jade fan is gentle and elegant, full of economy and good-talking, and he has a good appearance, and peach blossoms eyes are always smiling.

Sitting behind the counter like this, there is still no business. Don't say that usually, even at noon in the dog days, the hall is still full of people. In addition to the diners, there were seven or eight matchmakers who came here on a sedan chair, all dressed in red and green, all with joy. After all, there are many girls in this city who want to marry Shanhaiju, but there is only one shopkeeper Lu.

"My second shopkeeper has gone away." Xiao Er accompanied with a smile, "not in the store."

The matchmaker naturally didn't believe it, and it was the same reason all the time. So he flicked the kerchief and smiled and creases his face: "Go and tell shopkeeper Lu, I have brought all the portraits, this time, Miss Wang, Sai Tianxian!"

As soon as this word came out, the other matchmakers scrambled to squeeze forward, for fear that they would suffer from falling behind. The scrolls in his hands were randomly tangled together, almost poking Xiao Er in the eyes.

"Everyone, everybody!" Xiao Er hurriedly avoided, shouting with a bitter face, "Don't make any noise, please be quiet, my second shopkeeper is really not there!"

"Not at home, where did that go?" the matchmaker asked.

The little second said honestly: "Go to collect the account, Jinshui City."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the house was slammed open with a "bang", and one person stumbled in. Although it was scorching heat, he was wrapped in a heavy fur cloak, and a few strands of black hair were soaked in sweat and stuck to his ear. , Even more pale.

"Second shopkeeper!" Xiao Er was taken aback, rushed to support him.

"Ah!" The matchmaker was also shocked, "What's wrong with the shopkeeper?"

There was a damp heat in the palm, Xiao Er was taken aback, raised his head just about to speak, but his arm was slightly pinched.

"It's okay." Lu Zhui reluctantly smiled and said, "I caught the wind and cold on the road, I felt a little bit cold, and I was fine after sleeping."

People are like this, and the media is not appropriate. So a group of matchmakers had to watch the little Er Jiang help them away, and couldn’t help feeling that they still have to marry a daughter-in-law, otherwise there won’t even be a person who tells them to change clothes, so they won’t have a fever today and play tomorrow. .

Lu Chai stepped on cotton under his feet, relying on the support of others, and barely returned to the bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, Xiao Er said with a crying voice: "I'll go to the doctor now!"

"No need." Lu Chai sat on the chair with a dry voice, "get me some bandages and gold sore medicine."

"But..." Xiao Er looked at the blood in his hands, "Then, then I'll go and ask the treasurer to come back."

"Don't tell Big Brother either." Lu Zhui threw his cloak aside, his white brocade robe was mostly dyed red, and a hideous wound on his left arm turned out, making people feel frustrated.

Xiao Er stomped his feet in a hurry, turned and ran out to find medicine for him.

Lu Chai bit a cloth towel in his mouth and used scissors to cut his sleeves little by little. After a while, he was already covered with cold sweat. So he smiled and shook his head. It seemed that he was really used to the past two years of pampering, and he couldn't even bear this little injury.

After treating the wound, Lu Zhui asked Xiao Er to go to the backyard to burn the dirty clothes and wipe the floor back and forth three times until there was no more blood in the room.

"But the second shopkeeper dangled his arms, and the big shopkeeper saw how he could not ask." Xiao Er reminded carefully.

"I fell on the mountain and was hit by a carriage. There are always reasons. Moreover, there are so many things in the palace these few days. Big brother may not come here to live in the mountains." Lu Zhushou threw him a silver coin, "Thanks for your hard work today. ."

"What is the second shopkeeper?" Xiaoer said, "Then you rest first, I'm going to work."

Lu Zhui put a cushion behind him, and continued to think about the attack. Walking on the road in a good way, a group of strangers rushed out of the side. The way of martial arts was strange and evil. They kept saying that they would retake the saint. Before he could explain it, he held up a knife and hacked it. Until now, he still didn't understand what it was for. Since I went to Chaomuya, I have been away from the rivers and lakes for several years. This time I just rode a donkey to Jinshui City to collect an account. As for any saints and saints, I have never even seen them.

There is no danger, Lu Zhui rubbed his forehead.

People in the martial arts today don't make sense.

However, even more unreasonable things are yet to come.

In the next few months, Shanhai Curie will receive a war post every three to five times-asking him to recover the ancestor’s spiritual position, the treasure of the town, the silver, the sword, a pot, and even the head of the sect lost his concubine and was angry. Write a letter, ten pages, long.

Lu Zhui: "..."

Little two: "..."

Lu Zhui looked at the pile of letters on the table, his head aching. Although these people did not go to the restaurant to make trouble due to the face of the eldest brother and the Wen master, they can still see their anger through the letter. This is not a long-term solution. More importantly, since I have been living in Shanhaiju all these years, how can I go to a Northwestern sect who steals people’s cooking pot?

"The shopkeeper is here." Xiao Er lowered his voice, squeezing words from his nose.

Lu chased back, quickly threw the letters into the drawer.

Shanhaiju’s big shopkeeper was named Zhao Yue. Lu Zhui was attacked in Jiangnan a few years ago, but he saved his life because of his rescue. The two are usually brothers.

"Big Brother." Lu Chai stood up with a smile: "How come you have time to live in the mountains and seas today?"

Zhao Yue put a letter on the table.

Lu Zhui: "..."

Zhao Yue asked, "You stole the old lady in charge of Hengshan?"

Lu Zhui: "..."

Lu Zhui said, "I don't have one."

"What the **** is going on." Zhao Yue pulled a chair and sat across from him.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Lu Zhui had to tell the story roughly.

"Naughty, why didn't you tell me earlier." Zhao Yue was unhappy.

"I have sent someone to investigate." Lu Chai said, "It's just that I haven't replied yet. When I think about it, it's not too late to tell Big Brother."

"It is obvious that someone is pretending to be you and causing trouble outside." Zhao Yue said, "Could it be your enemy back then?"

Lu Chai nodded: "Nine out of ten."

"Move back home." Zhao Yue said, "This restaurant is crowded and unsafe."

Lu Zhui sighed, "If it is really him, the grievances years ago will have to be settled. Brother should not intervene in this matter, leave it to me to solve it."

Zhao Yue looked at him for a moment and said, "It's okay, but if there is a place that needs my help, just speak up. People in Chaomuya can't help being bullied by outsiders."

Lu Chau smiled: "Thank you very much."

Three days later, dusk.

Lu Zhui would often heal his wounds in the medicinal bath at this time. The room was filled with a light fragrance, the sun was warm and radiant on his shoulders, and the cries and laughter from the street floated into the window lattice, secular and peaceful.

A small noise came from the door of the house.

Lu Chai clenched his hands abruptly, but quickly released them.

A cold dagger pressed against his throat, and then there was a chuckle: "Don't come here without problems, Master Mingyu."

Lu Chai opened his eyes slowly.

The visitor is tall, his black hair is randomly tied behind his head, the corners of his lips are raised with a smile, but his eyes are cruel, cold, and even bloody.

Lu Zhui also said, "Don't be safe."

Xiao Lan suddenly leaned over and leaned close, the tip of his nose almost touching him. As soon as the blade in his hand turned, a blood trail was left on the white neck.

The warm liquid slowly slipped along the naked chest and fell into the still steaming bath water.

Lu Zhui did not resist.

"You really are not afraid of death." Xiao Lan stuck his neck with one hand, his eyes seemed to admire the prey, "No change of name or surname, just come here to open a restaurant in Wangcheng, for fear that I will not find it?"

With the knife wound and the strength of almost squeezing the bones, Lu Zhui's eyes were a little dark, and it took a long time to say with difficulty: "You can't hide for a lifetime."

"It seems that you are sure I will not kill you at this time." Xiao Lan let go and pushed him back into the tub.

Lu Chai clutched his neck and panted.

"But there is one thing you are afraid of wrong. I will not kill you, not just because of the red lotus cup." Xiao Lan sneered, "If the old grievances can be settled in one stroke, how can I be worthy of the dozens of wronged souls in Fuhunling. "

Lu Zhui said, "How about making a deal before killing me?"

Xiao Lan looked at him: "What tricks do you want to play."

"I really don't know where the red lotus cup is." Lu Zhui said, "but ten days ago, I met a person in the Wangcheng, like... Mrs. Tao back then."

Xiao Lan's expression froze for a moment.

"It's just that the looks are a little alike." Lu Zhui said, "It's just that since everyone is in the royal city, you might as well go and see. If it is, then everyone will be happy, if not, there will be no loss, at most an empty joy."

Xiao Lan clenched his fists, and the joints murmured.

"I won't talk nonsense about this." Lu Chai said, "The Dashou Rice Oil Shop in the north of the city is not far from here. It shouldn't be closed yet."

Xiao Lan turned and strode towards the door.

Lu Zhui said again, "Wait first!"

Xiao Lan: "..."

Lu Zhui suggested: "You'd better jump out of the window."

Xiao Lan frowned.

Lu Chai explained patiently: "There are people outside, you can't leave."

Xiao Lan shook his head in his heart and stretched out his hand to open the door of the house. Mo said it was this small mountain and sea residence, even if it was the palace of the heavenly king, Lao Tzu, he had never regarded anyone in his eyes.

And the corridors were really full of people.

Xiao Lan: "..."

A dozen matchmakers in silk and satin huddled together, plump and smiling, and their lips were red as if they had just finished eating. They stretched out their hands and waved a group of fans and embroidered kerchiefs: "This son, but a relative of Shopkeeper Lu?"

The scent of powdered powder pours towards you, as if to drown people.

Xiao Lan resolutely retreated to Lu Zhui's room and locked the door with a "cangdang".