After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

"What's going on?!" Chen Yixuan looked out and was horrified, "Where did the man in black come from? Where did the oil-paper umbrella come from?!"

I saw a man in black being drenched like a drowned chicken, but he was holding an oil-paper umbrella in his right hand, protecting Censor Jiang tightly.

The man in black raised his head and gave Chen Yixuan and the others a provocative look.

Chen Yixuan turned around and asked, "Brother, what should we do?"

Before Su Xuanming could answer, the steady voice of Old Man Cui came from the private room next door: "Why are you panicking? I have a basin of warm water here!"

Li Mingde was overjoyed, and hurried to the next room to fetch a basin of warm water, and poured it out of the window: "Oh, I don't believe that you still have an oil-paper umbrella!"

Wow!

"Ah! Ah!" The tea drinker downstairs sighed again.

The man in black shouted, "Protect our Censor Jiang!"

Another man in black jumped down from the shop opposite and used his body to block the pouring warm water!

Li Mingde was furious and yelled, "You have no moral principles!"

The man in black raised his voice and said, "We have a lot of people! If you have the ability, go find some help!"

Is it bearable, what is unbearable?

Mrs. Niu, the general who was a frequent guest in the private room, said loudly, "Don't panic, Mr. Jiang, I have a basin of warm water here!"

Jiang Guanghai rushed to Mrs. Niu's private room, brought a basin of warm water, and poured it directly under the window without even looking at it.

"Alas! Alas! Alas!"

The tea drinkers sighed three times, and even the merchants on both sides of the street began to express regret.

Jiang Guanghai pushed Chen Yixuan aside, stretched out his upper body, and looked down.

I saw Censor Jiang hiding safely under an oil-paper umbrella. There was a puddle of water on the ground in front of him, still emitting hot steam.

Obviously, Jiang Guanghai had thrown the water in the wrong direction just now!

Censor Jiang slightly pushed open the oil-paper umbrella, looked up, and met the eyes of Jiang Guanghai, who was shaking his head with regret.

Jiang Guanghai's body stiffened, and his mind was filled with only one thought: My life is over!

What I fear most is the sudden silence.

Li Mingde was curious about what was going on, so he also stuck his head out. Unexpectedly, he was also seen by Censor Jiang.

"It's over. Originally, the seventh brother could have taken the blame for his own actions, but the gang was discovered!"

On the first floor of Fuquan Teahouse, an anxious tea drinker, seeing that Jiang Langjun and others had not made any movement for a long time, picked up the warm teapot and rushed out.

"Mr. Jiang, let me lend you a helping hand!"

The water in the teapot flows slowly and slowly.

Censor Jiang jumped lightly and dodged.

"Watch me!" In the private room on the second floor, a delicate shout was heard, and then a basin of warm water was poured over her head!

The man in black shouted for help: "Brothers! Come out to work!"

Brush brush!

I saw more than a dozen people dressed in black, dressed similarly, suddenly appearing from the walls, eaves and shops.

They held oil-paper umbrellas or bamboo hats to protect Censor Jiang from all sides.

"Don't be so arrogant, little thief! Are you bullying me because there is no one on Thirteenth Street?" The old man from Thirteenth Street shouted, and three burly men each held a basin of warm water and poured it on the man in black.

The man in black was furious: "You can just throw it at Censor Jiang, why are you throwing it at me?!"

The old man snorted coldly. He didn't care about anything else. Whoever he could splash the water on would be the one he splashed on!

The man in black was soaked like a drowned rat. He didn't care about his mission and rushed into the kitchen of Fuquan Teahouse. He picked up a bucket of warm water in each hand and poured it on the tea drinkers around him without thinking.

The tea drinkers fled in all directions: "You black-clad thief, you can't beat this old man, so you come to cause trouble for us! Just wait!"

The hot-tempered tea drinker picked up the teapot and fought back, but how could the water in the teapot compete with the water in the bucket?

The tea drinkers were unwilling to lose, so they called their friends and started to coordinate tactics.

For a moment, Thirteenth Street turned into a sea of ​​warm water.

No one knows who splashed him or her, or who the warm water in his or her hand was sprayed on.

Just pour it out anyway!

The owner of Fuquan Teahouse, feeling sorry for his own firewood, took advantage of the geographical location and poured water down from the second floor. Seeing the people downstairs being drenched and dodging, he felt extremely happy for a moment and laughed heartily.

Gu Nanxi locked the door of the private room tightly and closed the window, thus finding a quiet and dry place in the midst of the noise.

Old man Cui wanted to go out and play, but was afraid of being splashed, so he hesitated at the door: "The people of Kyoto are really interesting. They actually have such an interesting festival."

Gu Nanxi: "Have you forgotten why this happened?"

After that, Gu Nanxi opened the door, called the diligent waiter in a low voice, and handed him a silver note: "Go to Tong Ren Tang to find a doctor and make more soup to prevent and treat colds."

"If there are too many medicines, you can hire a few idle men to help you carry the medicines to the street entrance. When the neighbors have had enough fun, let them take the medicines themselves, as much as they want."

Gu Nanxi thought for a moment, then took out another banknote: "While Tong Ren Tang is boiling the medicine, you go to the market again and buy more firewood and charcoal. The charcoal can be divided into two parts. One part will be shared by the shops on Thirteenth Street, and the other part will be used to light a bonfire in a sheltered area to keep everyone away from the cold."

"Tell your boss to calculate the losses and put them in the account of Yongchang Marquis Mansion."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then took the banknote with red eyes and said, "Hey! Madam Hou, don't worry, I will definitely do it properly!"

The hustle and bustle of Thirteenth Street attracted a large crowd of people to watch outside the street.

Many foreign merchants expressed envy: "This Kyoto is so rich. In the middle of winter, they actually had a water fight. And they used warm water."

Just at this time, the waiter came with a dozen idle men, carrying medicine barrels.

Behind him were a dozen charcoal sellers carrying firewood on their shoulders.

"Make way." The waiter found a place to put the medicine barrel, and paid a dozen coins to ask the charcoal seller to help light the bonfire.

The red flames made everyone feel warm.

The waiter shouted, "The wife of the Marquis of Yongchang has brought us some cold-fighting medicine and a bonfire. It's all free!"

Those who wanted to continue playing continued to splash water.

If you can’t bear it, just drink a bowl of herbal soup first, then find a seat by the campfire, and you will warm up instantly.

"Thank you, Madam Yongchang!"

"Madam Yongchang, rest assured, we will be here to guard you! Today, unless Censor Jiang takes off his clothes, you will not be able to leave Thirteenth Street!"

Everybody was laughing and joking, and the relaxed atmosphere made the foreign businessmen sigh with emotion.

Censor Jiang, who was being stared at by everyone, changed his clothes with a wry smile and sat side by side with Gu Nanxi.

Old man Cui clapped his hands and laughed: "Jiang family boy, you have come to this day! Back then, you were angry that your father was obsessed with the Oiran, so you designed a plan to make your father run around Kyoto naked for most of the time. Now, are you suffering retribution in this life?"

Su Xuanming and others who were trying to take off Censor Jiang's clothes in the compartment looked at each other.

Could it be that the serious Censor Jiang could be so naughty sometimes?

Censor Jiang drank a cup of hot tea and regained his serious look: "If a soldier is a bad soldier, the general will be a bad general. This is all thanks to your teaching."

Gu Nanxi chuckled out loud.