Chapter 49

Zhang Shucheng cried out: "stop it!"

He quickly walked to the middle of the two and pushed Mo shengtu away from the owner's wife. At the same time, he also stretched out his hand and pressed down the gun head in Miao Yi's hand. "It's all your own people. Don't miss the business for a small matter."

Looking back, she said with a smile: "the boss's wife will be angry. It doesn't mean anything else. She just wants to borrow your cooking utensils and make some tea."

The owner's wife said calmly, "I don't need to bother the escort to do it yourself. Cook, help some escort to make some hot tea."

"Ah The cook should sound, who knows Zhang Shucheng stretched out his hand to stop, "just now my brother has offended, it is too late to make amends, how dare you bother again." "Said with ease push Mo Sheng diagram," still don't go to fetch water. "

Mo shengtu pressed down the haze on his face, flashed in his eyes, took the bucket on the ground in a dull voice, and strode to the stormy hall.

Zhang Shucheng takes the pot, pulls Miao Yi back together and sets the pot on the fire.

The proprietress noticed the abnormality in Mo shengtu's eyes, and then showed a look of soliciting customers and getting used to the wind and waves. She did not seem to put the matter at ease just now. She stretched out a charming stretch and said with a smile to several of her subordinates: "let's clean up and go to bed early! I'll be on my way early tomorrow morning. "

Words inadvertently glanced at the cook, willow eyebrows picked, the cook knowingly kowtowed his eyelids.

The cook took off his wet clothes when he went out to wash the dishes and went to the back hall to dry the water.

The owner's wife twisted her soft waist and then lay down on the Xiangfei's couch. The picture was so attractive that even a tree couldn't help staring at it. Unfortunately, the Confucian scholar went to cover up the pink gauze and covered up the sultry spring scenery, but added some reverie.

Outside the hall, the wind and rain were shaking. Beside the well between the two ancient locust trees, Mo shengtu whipped up a bucket of water. After looking around, he quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and opened it. He poured out the white powder into the bucket. The small porcelain bottle was put away and put a red pill into his mouth. Then he carried a bucket of water back in a hurry.

On the roof of the main hall, the cook didn't know when he appeared in the wind and rain. After seeing what Mo shengtu had done, he quickly left.

Mo shengtu returned to the hall and added the water from the bucket to the iron pot. The bottom of the iron pot was a little red, and the cold water made a crackle.

The cook also returned to the hall, picked up the bowls and plates on the ground, took advantage of the situation to pinch some ashes on the ground, and turned his back to Miao Yi. When they turned around, they scattered the ashes in their hands towards the Xiangfei couch and scattered them in the bowl, which showed what Mo shengtu had just done outside.

The other several people's eyes are intentionally or unintentionally glanced into the Xiangfei's bed, and the landlady in the gauze tent just turned around lazily, seemingly inadvertently waving her hand.

A few people understood and continued to clean up their own.

Outside the hall, the old locust trees in the courtyard are whistling in the wind and rain.

In the quiet and flickering fire light, the tall Buddha statues sitting high on the lotus platform in the middle of the hall are dark and dark. The old and damaged Arhats or Bodhisattvas on both sides are strange and strange. The projections on the wall are long and short, thin and strong, and unpredictable like demons and ghosts.

The sound of boiling water boils in the iron pot on the fire shelf. Mo shengtu takes a jar out of his bag, opens it, grabs out a tea leaf, and scatters it into the boiling iron pot.

Zhang Shucheng took the opportunity to bring a red pill into his mouth.

After a while, a fragrant smell of tea rose from the iron pot. Zhang Shucheng removed the fire from the fire below, left a small fire to keep warm, and took three bowls of hot tea.

Just then, the cook and the Confucian scholar over there all took a bowl and ran over. The Confucian scholar bowed over and asked with a smile, "can you ask for a cup of hot tea?"

Zhang Shucheng and Mo shengtu look at each other. The former reaches out to the tea pot with a smile, "you're welcome, just use it!"

Thank you Two people repeatedly thank.

The cook accidentally stands in front of Miao Yi and shakes for tea.

Miao Yi's eyes fell on his back. The cook's back clothes, which had not been dried thoroughly, actually wrote five words with charcoal: there is something in the tea!

Miao Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the tea pot on the fire, picked up the silver gun on the side, lifted up a corner of his clothes and slowly wiped the head of the gun with great force.

The cook and the Confucian scholar each scooped a bowl of hot tea bowed to thank them. As they turned around, the Confucian scholar seemed to inadvertently block the cook's back from returning.

Two people a pair of tea is very hot appearance, sobbing to run back quickly, who knows just returned to their own fire, two people accidentally bumped into each other.

Bang! Two bowls of hot tea were broken on the ground.

The two miss each other, and Miao Yi glances at the gun head.

Zhang Shucheng here said with a smile: "there is half a pot of tea. The three of me can't finish it. If you want to drink it, please come and get it. You're welcome."

Then he put the two bowls of tea into Mo shengtu's hand and gently pushed it, "you were wrong just now. Don't go to accompany old brother Miao."

Mo shengtu took the tea in his hand, went to Miao Yi, and said sincerely: "brother Miao, I was so obsessed just now. I have offended so much. I hope Haihan has drunk this cup of tea. How can we expose this matter?"Miao Yi grabs the gun and stands up and looks at him quietly.

"I was wrong just now." Mo shengtu sincerely said, a bowl of tea in his hand was sent to Miao Yi again and asked him to accept it. It was really a sincere apology.

Miao Yi doesn't answer. He looks at Zhang Shucheng and asks, "I have something wrong just now. Is brother Mo too polite? How can I afford it?"

Zhang Shucheng, who had a cup of tea in his hand, was immediately led to him and said, "no matter who is right or who is wrong, everyone drinks this cup of tea and laughs and loses his gratitude and hatred. From then on, he will let bygones be bygones."

"In this case, it's better for Miao Yi to obey orders than to be respectful." Miao Yi reached out to take the tea from Mo shengtu's hand, raised a bowl to them and said, "drink together!"

"Drink with me!" They nodded with a smile.

Three people's tea bowl a touch, look at each other a smile, carry tea all put to the mouth, look up then drink.

The Confucian scholar and the cook looked at each other with doubts in their eyes. They seemed to be saying that he didn't see the hint just now?

Who knows the mutation is in an instant, so that the Confucian scholars and cooks instantly widened their eyes!

Poof!

Taking advantage of Mo shengtu and Zhang Shucheng's tea bowls blocking their faces, Miao Yi's silver spear head flashed away, and quickly inserted into Mo shengtu's heart.

Without waiting for Mo shengtu to send out a scream, the bloody gun head exposed behind him swept Zhang Shucheng beside him.

Zhang Shucheng, who was aware of the mistake, flashed by quickly, but it was already a little late.

An arm suddenly broke away from his body and flew away. The bloody gun head swept into his armpit.

Fortunately, he was the second one to be poisoned. He had some time to react, otherwise the whole person would have to be cut off.

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