Double Bi

It snowed last night in Mocheng, it was a sudden heavy snowfall.The heavy snow is enough to annihilate everything and cover all filth.

Song Xun wore a white sable fur coat, walked slowly to the window, stretched out his hand and opened the window.

The snow industry has stopped, looking around, the sky and the earth are all white and boundless.

The bitter cold wind hits head-on, mercilessly.Song Xun lightly clenched his fist with his right hand, leaned on his lips and coughed several times in succession, heaved a long sigh of relief, let out a cloud of white mist, and closed the window.

Three feet of snow in the Tianshan Mountains, how can it be when traveling far.It seems that Mobei cannot go for the time being.Song Xun thought to himself.

Song Xun sat down and made tea quietly.

But...the appearance of a person didn't make him calm down...

Opposite to Song Xun, Zhao Ye was wearing a sable fur coat, his jet-black hair was tied up with a silver crown inlaid with jade, his eyes were shining coldly, his figure was extremely slender, and a white jade was hanging on his belt.The whole person is rich and handsome, and there is an inherent nobility, which makes people feel unattainable, humble, and insignificant like dust.

The visitor held a jug in his right hand and a wine glass in his left, looked at Song Xun casually, raised his glass, and asked with a half-smile, "Have a drink, Pavilion Master Song?"

The corners of Song Xun's mouth curled up slightly, and he said, "Thanks to His Highness, Zi Yang thanked you. It's just that Zi Yang is sick and not suitable for drinking. It's just a pity that he missed out on such good wine."

Who is sick and drinks early in the morning!

Zhao Ye is sick...

Zhao Ye looked at the wine glass, sized it up carefully, and said, "It is indeed a fine wine."

Song Xun: I don't drink, so it's none of my business whether the wine is good or not?

Zhao Ye raised his sleeves and sat opposite Song Xun, and said calmly, "I want tea."

Who has sick wine and drinks it with tea!

Zhao Ye is sick...

White mist kept coming out from the spout of the pot, and the water had bubbles the size of fish eyes. Song Xun put the prepared tea in it.

After a while, Song Xun lifted the teapot from the stove.

"Your Highness has excellent wine, and Ziyang also has excellent tea here."

The two looked at each other, knowing it well.In this bitter and cold frontier, the county magistrate of Mocheng entertained them with fine wine and tea, and there must be something tricky about it.

"It snowed heavily last night, so we can't go to Mobei for the time being, but..." Zhao Ye pretended to pause, it was really exciting, but Song Xun really didn't.

Forget it, let's sell him face!

"If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go."

This is Song Xun, even if it is to save face, there is nothing good to say, and he has to keep accounts in his heart.

"This king discovered that the last city is a very interesting place."

Song Xun: Hehe... Will you die if you finish speaking in one breath? ? ?

"Where is the person behind the inn yesterday?" Song Xun didn't know, but if he waited for Zhao Ye to say it, he didn't know how long it would take to get to the point.

"Knowingly asking."

Song Xun stretched out his left hand to gently hold the sleeve of his right hand, and began to pour tea for the two of them.

After the tea was filled, Song Xun said, "Although Mo City is a city governed by Daxuan in name, it is not. Huang Tao, a local snake, has been entrenched in Mo City for many years, doing some illegal activities in private. It is no exaggeration to say, Huang Tao is the Emperor Lao Tzu of the Last City."

"The person behind the inn is Huang Tao." Zhao Ye took a sip of the tea, feeling his mouth was burning, and he swallowed the tea in spite of himself.

All this naturally failed to escape Song Xun's eyes.

You owe me another favor for helping His Royal Highness the King of Chu keep a secret.

"Based on the situation in the last city, it is not difficult to guess that it is Huang Tao."

ridicule.

Red|naked ridicule.

Song Xun took a sip of tea and said, "I just don't know, what does His Highness want to do, and what can he do?"

When Zhao Ye came to him, it was definitely not as simple as two people drinking tea and chatting.

"Let Huang Tao die and take back the last city."

Song Xun felt that this prince really had lofty ambitions, and really wanted to applaud him.

Huang Tao has occupied one side for more than 30 years, why no one dares to take care of him?It's not that I don't want to take care of it, but that I can't.No matter how resourceful and resourceful Zhao Ye is, Huang Tao is still a man who has experienced ups and downs for decades, and this is still Huang Tao's world, to regain the last city?Idiots talk about dreams.

But what should be persuaded should be persuaded, even if he, Zhao Ye, owed himself a favor.

"The position of the county magistrate of Mocheng is a hot potato, and no one wants to take it. Huang Liang, the county magistrate of Mocheng, is timid and fearful. The person who hurt Huang Tao doesn't need His Highness to step in, he will come to the door himself. I can deal with Huang Tao's side, but Mocheng can't make a big storm."

His implication is obvious, don't mind your own business, Song Xun will take care of the rest.

But how could Zhao Ye let go of it?

Huang Tao's people wanted to kill him yesterday, so he will need Huang Tao's life!

Song Xun looked at the person in front of him with a dull face, really...

"The power of Yunsheng Pavilion in the last city is available for you to use."

Song Xun is a good person and will do it to the end.

Zhao Ye didn't say a word, got up, shook his sleeves, and left...

"..."

Kindly treat it like a donkey's liver and lungs, right?Your sister's Zhao Ye wasted my saliva.

Song Xun kept accounts again.

"Two lords, Mr. Huang Tao, a local squire, is about to celebrate his [-]th birthday, and will hold a banquet at his mansion tomorrow. I heard that the two lords happen to be in the last city, so I hereby entrust my subordinates to invite the two lords to go, and invite the two lords Give me a face."

Huang Liang bent down and handed over the invitation with both hands.

Song Xun looked at Zhao Ye and smiled.

Zhao Ye said: "The title of country gentleman is really funny."

Song Xun: Ah, the point is not here!

Reverse: "Your Highness doesn't need to step out, he will come to the door himself."

Huang Liang trembled.

Song Xun took the invitation, turned around and handed it to Ah Jiu, and approached Huang Liang quietly: "Master Huang, I'm a little curious. What is your relationship with this... Mr. Huang, the squire?"

Huang Liang waved his hands again and again: "My lord misunderstood, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... It's just the same clan, it's just the same clan."

Song Xun made a haha, and said: "Then we will accept the invitation, Mr. Huang has worked hard for such a trip, please come back!"

"No hard work, no hard work, I will leave as an officer."

After Huang Liang left, the two walked into the yard.

"go?"

Song Xun secretly glanced at Zhao Ye.

And you don't speak... just be your dumb!

"I don't know if Your Highness has ever thought about what kind of deal Huang Tao and Huang Liang have behind their backs?"

"I thought about it."

Song Xun: It's really hard to speak like a golden mouth, cherishing words like gold...

There is a plum blossom in the courtyard, which blooms alone in the cold wind.

Song Xun couldn't help sighing with emotion: "It's the time when the flowers are blooming in Kyoto now."

Zhao Ye ignored him...

"I don't know if I can enjoy the flowers when I go back."

Zhao Ye still ignored him...

"Your Highness, the birthday banquet is a good opportunity."

The two looked at each other, and Song Xun smiled and said, "His Royal Highness the King of Chu really has Song's plan!"

Zhao Ye: Praise me or you?

The time of the day is really tight, but Song Xun doesn't need to plan at all...

Huang Tao's mansion is hard to describe in words, it's red and green...

There are people coming and going at the door, and there is an endless stream of people who come to celebrate the birthday.

One person dressed in a bright red robe saluted Zhao Ye and Song Xun.

"Presumably the two are the two adults under His Highness King Chu's sect. I don't know the names of the two adults?"

"Wei Cheng."

Wei Cheng, who was far away in the capital, sneezed at this moment.

Song Xun nodded in respect.

"Song Xun. You must be Mr. Huang Tao, right?"

"Huang Tao is just a bad name. Lord Wei, Lord Song, please."