Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 39 Kill Qin! (17)

"You two, please go upstairs! The best private room in the west corner upstairs has been prepared for you. Our boss will come later and serve you two appetizers first. The wine is already hot."

Sumentu pulled the rope on his hand: "My donkey, please take care of it for me, it needs to eat high-quality forage."

Xiaoer took the rope with a smile on his face, and then handed it to his handyman: "Please rest assured, dear guest, we will treat your mount with the configuration of a hard-earned BMW, and there will be absolutely no regrets .”

Sumentu nodded in satisfaction.

After Xiaoer took care of everything, he went down, and then several pretty girls came up one after another with exquisite dishes. After putting the food away gently, they all stood obediently beside Sumentu and Behind Hu Hai, a perfect distance of [-] centimeters was maintained, which is the maximum distance that makes one not feel oppressed.

Su Mentu quietly watched what was happening before him, and he felt very emotional in his heart. People more than 2000 years ago already paid so much attention to the experience of guests, and they were so much better than those Western hospitality who came from behind.

Hu Hai laughed and said: "This is a restaurant I often come to. The boss here is very familiar with my taste and habits."

Then he took the brush wrapped in a handkerchief handed over by the maids. There was a brocade spread on the table. He took the brush and wiped it with the handkerchief a few times. Then he brought it close to his nose and felt a fragrant breath. Hu Hai wrinkled. Frown.

"You moved my pen?"

The maid suddenly panicked, and Hu Hai casually dropped the pen. "Just get a new one."

The surrounding maids breathed a sigh of relief, and soon, Hu Hai's new writing brush was delivered.

"Mr. Tieniu, I would like to borrow your literary talents!"

Su Mentu smiled slightly. He had seen all of Hu Hai's actions just now, and he had his own calculations in his heart.

After hearing Hu Hai's question, Su Mentu was thinking for a moment. "Wang Yue" by Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, came to his mind, and he read it out naturally.

"How about Mrs. Dai Zong? Qi and Lu are still young. The clock of good fortune is beautiful, and the yin and yang are cut. The chest is full of Zeng Yun, and the canthus is like a bird. You will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the mountains!!" Sumentu said this in one breath. After reading the first poem, the instrument is magnificent!
Hu Hai opened his mouth, the pen in his hand was dripping down without even noticing it, he was stunned.

"Good poems, good sentences! Mountains and rivers, the only thing is in a word!" Applause sounded from the stairs, accompanied by a clear male voice.

Only then did Hu Hai wake up from his stupor.

"Oh, oh! Such a good poem! I couldn't remember it, I was completely taken in! Hu Hai really deserves to die!" Hu Hai cried regretfully.

Sumentu smiled: "It's okay, I'll just write you a copy later."

Then he turned to the person who was talking and applauding just now, and behind him was a boy in the same grade as himself.

"you are."

The man said: "My name is Aman!"

At this time, the owner of the restaurant ran up from downstairs in a hurry with a big belly.

"Hey, Mr. Hu Hai! Why are you here? This must be your distinguished guest!" The boss first bowed to Hu Hai, and then nodded to Sumentu.

Hu Hai was in great spirits: "Boss, quickly bring up the best food and wine in your store. I really met an expert today!"

The boss smiled, and then he went down and got ready to go.

After Aman greeted Sumentu Huhai, he found an empty table and sat down with Xiaoyang, and began to report the food to the waiter.

Sumentu's attention was not on Hu Hai and the boss. He had been paying attention to the man who just applauded and called Aman. Sumentu could feel that there was an aura of danger in that man.
But Hu Hai was not interested in Ah Man, he just greeted him briefly, he put all his attention on Sumentu, Sumentu was also very interested, and stole a few more poems from later generations.
Mental burden?nonexistent.guilt?It does not matter.Su Mentu never cared about these things, as long as he can close his relationship with Hu Hai, he can sacrifice everything above the bottom line, unless he likes men.

"Of course, when I was traveling, I also met a few people who were of the same mind." Sumentu said leisurely after finishing his talk.

Hu Hai also stopped writing on his hand and asked expectantly: "Who are those gentlemen? Can you introduce them to me?"

Su Mentu smiled and looked up at the exquisite pendants on the roof, as if reminiscing: "One of them is indifferent by nature, aloof from the world, and loves mountains and rivers. He is the most heroic one, and his name is Du Zimei. There is another person. , is also Zimei's best friend, loves food and wine, is bold and handsome, and often travels to the ends of the earth with a sword, and is called Li Taibai."

Hu Hai clapped his hands involuntarily and said, "Oh, these two people are really people who are like Yin and Yang."

Sumentu: "You know all about this!" I thought to myself, but I didn't introduce much
Hu Hai smiled sheepishly: "I am also making random guesses. If I am disrespectful to these two gentlemen, Hu Hai is willing to be punished!"

Sumentu raised his hand and raised his glass, saying, "How to eat! What kind of thing is that?"

As for the two great poets, although I borrowed your poems, I still left your names with some conscience. As for the future history of this world, it doesn’t matter!

Sumentu and Hu Hai were chatting happily and eating happily. Aman and Xiaoyang at another table were also discussing something secretly.

"Brother, this is Hu Hai." Xiao Yang asked. Obviously, if he could meet Ying Zheng's son here, he might be able to do some tricks.

Ah Man glanced at him, then motioned him to look downstairs.

Xiao Yang left his seat in doubt, came to the fence of the attic, stretched his head and poked his head down.

After a while, he sat back with a pale face.

"How many people are here?" Ah Man asked with a smile while drinking sake.

Xiao Yang whispered: "I can't see the edge"

Ah Man then asked: "Who are all the people here?"

Xiaoyang raised his head and met Aman's eyes, and said with lingering fear: "Qing uniform color, black armor and bright helmets! Royal city garrison!"

Ah Man still had an expression of indifference: "There is a big man coming."

Xiao Yang said: "So."

Ah Man smiled and tapped his head with his chopsticks: "Why don't you figure it out? Even if the garrison doesn't come today, we can't touch this Hu Hai. From another perspective, is it useful to move Hu Hai?"

Xiao Yang touched the place where he was knocked just now: "It seems...it's useless."

Ah Man said: "It's useless at all! Even if we hold Hu Hai hostage, what can we do to hold Ying Zheng back? We can't hold anything back. Our ultimate goal is to kill the First Emperor. All we can do is to get close to him, and then use a dagger to savagely kill him." Shove it into his chest!"

When Ah Man said the last sentence, his fierce expression was fully visible.

Xiao Yang shrunk his head, then silently ate the food
After a while, Aman and Xiaoyang had finished the food on the table. Xiaoyang tidied it up, and Aman walked to Sumentu's side.

Sumentu was half leaning on the chair, and Aman looked at him condescendingly. The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Hahaha." Ah Man laughed.

Sumentu also smiled: "Interesting."

Ah Man suppressed his smile, but the corners of his mouth still turned up slightly: "It's really interesting. There will be a period later!"

After saying this, he hugged his fists and pulled Xiaoyang down to the attic.

Hu Hai asked doubtfully: "Sir, have you known that person before?"

Sumentu shook his head: "I don't know."

Hu Hai looked at the backs of the two men, feeling bored, lowered his head and went on admiring Sumentu's poems.

Sumentu squinted his eyes and touched his chin.Assassinating the First Emperor is interesting, indeed interesting.
He suddenly thought, could this be Jing Ke's assassination of Qin?But the time is wrong and the people are wrong. It is indeed a strange history.
Looking at Hu Hai who was completely immersed in the poetry on the other side, Sumentu realized that maybe the history of his own world was very cruel, and the world was turned upside down, but as soon as the picture in his mind turned to The beggars and low-class pariahs in the corner outside the city had no choice but to shake their heads helplessly.

Okay, okay, the history of any world is always cruel.
To the west of Xianyang City, the Shenjiang Mansion is located here.

Wang Hui rode a horse, raising dust along the streets as she ran, attracting everyone's attention.

Just now, he was still training in the Efang Palace, and then he received the news that Su Mentu had entered the city, and then he hurried home, thinking about discussing countermeasures with Wang Jian.

In the courtyard of the Divine General's Mansion, Wang Jian and a white-haired old man sat beside the chess table in the garden, each playing black and white.
Wang Hui came over and slowed down when she saw the old man.

"30 years." The old man's voice was hoarse.

Wang Jian held a sunspot and put it to his ear, seeming to be thinking.

"To be precise, it's thirty years and twelve days."

The old man laughed loudly: "Really, among the group of people standing in the front hall of Efang Palace, there is really no one who can be more serious than you!"

Wang Jian also smiled, and immediately clicked.

"There are some things that need to be memorized well. If it's over, maybe the head of the upswing will not be guaranteed."

Wang Hui came over, clasped her fists in both hands, and bowed to the old man.

"Master Guan."

Wang Jian waved his hand: "Go and get a chair, sit next to it, and watch the chess game between father and master."

Wang Hui obeyed, took the chair from the servant, and quietly moved aside.

Guan Fuzi nodded: "Yes, yes, Wang Jian, you have a good son. He is only twenty-eight years old. He is so young and strong, like a tiger and a wolf at his age."

Wang Jian shook his head: "Hui'er is indeed younger, but she still lacks composure. I hope she can study with Master for a period of time in the future."

After hearing this, Master Guan shook his head with a wry smile.

"I heard that you handed a memorial to retire in front of the First Emperor?"

Seeing that he changed the subject, Wang Jian didn't continue the question just now.

(End of this chapter)