Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder. The man beside the young man didn't say a word, but he looked at Xu Ziying with a deep and cold gaze, which made his spine shiver.

Xu Ziying wouldn't be so stupid that he couldn't get along with Yinzi, and then he smiled, the corners of his mouth were beautifully curved: "The two guest officers naturally entered the small shop, but..."

He pointed to the person on the wooden stretcher: "This guy must be cleaned."

The young man should have taken into account his friend's injury, he hesitated for a moment and said nothing, and nodded his head in agreement.

Xu Ziying's smile did not change, and suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps coming from far and near behind his ears. He followed the sound and turned his head, only to see Uncle Peng running over.

After Uncle Peng followed Rong Feiyan back from Bian Mo, he worked as the chief cook in the Hou Mansion. Xu Ziying knew that Uncle Peng was good at cooking, so in order to save the money for hiring a chef, he directly hired Uncle Peng to cook in the inn.

Uncle Peng was wearing an apron, his hands and robe were covered with flour, and he was holding a rolling pin in his hand, with an anxious expression on his face.

"It's not good shopkeeper, just now a thief sneaked into the kitchen in the chaos and snatched all the bird's nests from that jar!"

Xu Ziying stared, and shouted in disbelief: "Which blind person dares to steal my things, the nurse! Wang Xiaoer!!! I raise you all for nothing? Even a small thief can't be caught!"

If something was stolen from him, it was still an expensive bird's nest, he was not willing to eat it, and he had no choice but to peel off the skin!

Uncle Peng obviously experienced a fierce battle. He is old and still has old injuries, and he has more energy than energy.

The back kitchen didn't know what it was like. Uncle Peng said that the thief was like a monkey and couldn't be caught. Xu Ziying was impatient and threatened to kill the little thief.

Uncle Peng continued: "In order not to let us catch him, that thief smashed three big altars of peach blossom brewing, overturned the iron pot in the back kitchen, and a basket of fruits and vegetables were all uneatable."

Xu Ziying felt blood dripping from his heart, and he had to get back the money he spent and the delayed business from that thief.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "crash" from the back kitchen, and countless tiles washed over his nerves like waves.

A nimble figure rolled out from the door of the back kitchen, and the gray curtain rose and fell. Xu Ziying saw that he was still holding a small porcelain altar in his arms, and ran towards the window.

Looking left and right, he snatched the rolling pin from Uncle Peng with his hands, and ran over with the wind under his feet.

"Damn it! Stop for me!"

Xu Ziying didn't care about it, and quickly passed a group of chasing guys, blocking the thief like a draft.

The thief was obviously caught off guard, and stopped with a sudden brake.

"Run, you run for me? Dare to steal from me?!"

Xu Ziying pointed at the thief with a rolling pin, and gritted his molars: "Losing money!"

Then...then the thief turned around and ran away.

"stop!!!"

Xu Ziying chased after the ungrateful thief, swung the rolling pin in his hand, and didn't care about the fine clothes on his body, accompanied by the shouts in the inn, he jumped like a dog for a while.

The little thief was dressed in night clothes during the day, so he must have some brain problems, otherwise how would he dare to steal Xu Ziying's things.

Xu Ziying chased around the table, the little thief jumped up and down very nimbly, Xu Ziying climbed onto the table in a moment of impatience, suddenly a tingling pain in his head occupied his nerves.

He put his hands on his forehead, and the cries of the man and Uncle Peng became farther and farther away in his ears. When he shook his head vigorously, he saw a bench flying straight towards him.

"The shopkeeper!"

"Treasurer!"

Xu Ziying's whole body was tense, the bench reflected in his pupils was almost in front of his eyes, his body movements preceded his reaction, his body moved neatly as if being manipulated, and the bench flew out of the shop directly against his cheek.

"Shopkeeper, it's okay, shopkeeper!"

The clerk in the store, Uncle Peng and Wang Xiaoer, hurriedly surrounded him. Xu Ziying was still in shock, his body was hot and cold, his heart was pounding, his legs were slightly soft and he was lifted up, and blood was rubbed from his forehead.

Stretching out his hand to touch the wound, his fingertips were stained with blood. Xu Ziying didn't feel any pain, but it scared the others.

Xu Ziying's head hurt from the noise, as if he was about to die, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Shut up."

The big guys shut their mouths tacitly.

Mrs. Hou has a bad temper and is not easy to provoke. She even dares to twist Master Hou's ears. Who would dare to make a mistake?

The lingering sound of the headache was still there. He hadn't had the pain for a long time. He thought it might be because the thief was angry, but it got better soon.

He picked up the rolling pin again, and said to the thief with a fierce look in his eyes: "If I don't eunuch you today, I will lose two taels, ah no no...a tael of silver!"

He was already fair, which made the wound on his forehead more obvious. Uncle Peng wanted to find a doctor, but Xu Ziying told him not to worry about it, waving a rolling pin and cursing.

"Put down the bird's nest, believe it or not, I'll punch your shit out!"

The thief was probably frightened by Xu Ziying's tough and desperate appearance, he was stuck in place like a stick, the cloth covering his face was crooked, he didn't even beat him, and quickly put the white porcelain jar on the ground.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed into the store, and slammed the bench thrown out just now onto the thief's face.

Xu Ziying was out of breath, turned her head to look at the person who came by, glared at him and said, "You really can't keep up with the heat even if you eat shit."

Rong Fei saw the small wound on his daughter-in-law's forehead at a glance, and immediately became uneasy: "Yingying! Wife! What's wrong? Does it hurt? Are you dizzy?"

Lord Rong didn't care about his image at all. He estimated that the people around him were used to it. He walked around Xu Ziying and looked up and down several times to make sure that there was no other injury before he was relieved.

Xu Ziying pushed his handsome face away: "Enough, I'm not dying, are you crying?"

On weekdays, Rong Fei was tired of being with him every day, but after walking for a while, someone came to make trouble.He simply wiped the wound with a handkerchief, threw the rolling pin to Uncle Peng, pointed at the unconscious thief on the ground, and said grimly.

"Throw him into the pickle jar for me, put more salt."

After hearing this, the guys stood still and didn't dare to go forward, they secretly pointed their eyes at Rong Feiyan to call the police, Xu Ziying snorted softly.

"What? Don't you listen to me? Rong Feiyan, what did you say when the two got married, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine, but I think they listen to you very much."

Rong Fei stepped forward with a tired smile, rubbed his wife into his arms, and said in a low voice.

"Look at what you said, when did I lie to you? Although I agree with both hands and feet, but after all, your Lord Marquis and I are just an official salary. Don't make too much trouble today. We are innocent and value peace. Turn it over to the Yamen."

The official salary is the most important thing, so Xu Ziying gave up the idea of ​​pickling the thief with vinegar, and reported the loss to Rong Feiyan in full, and calculated the total amount of taels of silver.

In the end, he downplayed it lightly, and looked at Rong Feiyan meaningfully: "What should I do?"

Rong Fei tired of looking at the thief's miserable appearance: "I'll take care of all the losses." As he spoke, he kissed Xu Ziying's cheek: "How is it?"

Xu Ziying finally calmed down, staring at the thief on the ground and groaning: "If you didn't knock him out, I would have made him suffer a little bit."

Rong Fei echoed, "Yes, yes, yes, damn it."

Rong Fei was tired of sending people to the yamen to find someone, the yamen was two streets away, so it was very fast, but who knew that in such a short time, the thief suddenly sat up, there seemed to be two tubes of nosebleeds under the veil, and his whole body I was a little confused when I was smashed.

The author has something to say: Some of the lines in the villains have been slightly changed, which will not affect the plot