Chapter 56: The explosive Tianshan Senior Sister (Part 1)
“Meow…”
“Meow~”
“?”
Pretending to be cold A certain little female cat squatted on Nan Lingyue's knees, seeming to be extremely puzzled by the girl imitating her own meow.
This stupid human woman doesn't think she can be as cute as her when she meows...
Haha, that's ridiculous!
“Meow…”
The dismissive Tuan Tuan just wanted to eat dried fish as soon as possible. She hadn’t eaten for many days. If she continued like this, she might become addicted. Swallow some cat-teasing stick or something to satisfy your craving.
But fortunately, when Tuantuan, who had been sleeping on the road, woke up from Qin Lang's arms, the motorcade happened to have arrived at Jingzhou Mansion.
...
The city wall is made of blue bricks, and the vermilion gate has rivets. The main street inside is about ten feet wide by visual inspection. In front of the gate is a guard in armor, with the words [Qingzhou] written on the gate. The two-character plaque...
The facade of the big city in the state capital is naturally different from the small county town that came all the way.
In addition to the Tianhe Sect's motorcade, other pedestrians, porters, mules and horses, caravans, etc... all came in and out of the city gate one after another, leaving the entire state capital to watch. She looked as busy as the most popular courtesan late at night.
“Miss, Qingzhou Mansion has arrived.”
"Ah... finally..."
In the carriage, Nan Lingyue let out a long sigh. It was hard to tell whether he was relieved for the long journey or worried about the next step.
"I hope the Ningxiang Pavilion in the state capital... can have a good appearance..."
The motorcade entered Fucheng, Nan Lingyue looked at the bustle outside the carriage with melancholy, Qin Lang Looking at the girl's slightly childish side face, I felt quite complicated for a moment.
Her expression, if placed on the faces of other girls of the same age, should be that she is worrying about a new dress or a new bunch of candied haws.
But as a saint of Tianhe Sect, Nan Lingyue at this age is considering the basic industry issues of the top sect in the world.
Qin Lang vaguely felt that her true heart might not be as cheerful and lively as she appeared on the surface when she was playing around with the little maid...
"Eh..."
< br>"What's wrong, Qin Lang?"
"Oh, it's okay, I just suddenly saw a few passers-by dressed in a rather... special way..."
The little maid was excited when she heard this and looked outside. Qin Lang's so-called special dress turned out to be a few people dressed as scholars.
"After all, it is a state capital, so it is normal to have scholars."
"Scholars..."
Qin Lang smacked his lips, that's right. There are only a few chivalrous warriors and scholars.
Based on the background of the two generations of the late emperor and the empress, perhaps more than ten years ago, there were not many scholars in the entire state capital, and it is only now that we can see such elegant and elegant literati in the streets.
So these people have to recite poems and compose even when visiting a kiln, right...
Of course, Qin Lang also knows that the general trend is not limited to a certain group of people. According to Nan Lingyue It is said that today's prostitutes have a higher standard and are unwilling to visit "vulgar kilns", which naturally includes military men and literati, but literati may be more serious in this regard.
After a series of observations, Qin Lang discovered that there seemed to be quite a gap between the warriors and literati of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
When a few knights in fancy costumes met those literati on the street, their eyes were obviously not very friendly, and even a little bit disdainful. Similarly, some literati also had some sarcasm and contempt in their eyes when they saw several big men with knives spitting on the ground.
Perhaps this phenomenon will occur in a country that has just stopped major and minor wars and begun to cultivate its health.
However, as time passed, Qin Lang also discovered an exception.
For example, at the entrance of a martial arts gym, a man holding an eyebrow-level stick was actually saluting two or three young men holding folding fans.
The costumes of the three young masters are slightly more refined than those of ordinary literati, but the key is that they are in exactly the same style.
"Xuan'er, are those people from the local rich families?"
"So and so and so...oh, them..."
Xuanran looked in the direction Qin Lang pointed and curled his lips:
"That's the doorman of Louwailou."
"Louwailou..."
"Well, one of the twelve sects. He is very good at internal skills and hidden weapons. Hmm, the sect is also a virtuous person. He is famous for being hypocritical and sanctimonious..."
...
According to convention, anyone who can be called hypocritical by a girl from a demon sect naturally belongs to a decent sect.
Having said that, Qin Lang looked around and found that there seemed to be quite a few disciples of the Jianghu sect in the state capital. There were people wearing the same clothes every now and then, but there were only a few main ones. Apart from the people outside the building, the most numerous people were those dressed in black and wearing red belts.
“Which sect are those from?”
“They are also members of one of the twelve sects.”
Xuan'er looked at the people in black suits with a slightly teasing look:
"After all, they should be our acquaintances."
"Acquaintances?"
"Yeah, they are from the Dian Cang sect."
"..."
When Qin Lang mentioned the Diancang sect, he quickly thought of the silly bald man who made a scene in the inn, the son of the leader of the Diancang sect. He must have been on his way at the time. Could he have met him again in Qingzhou Mansion during this trip? …
Forget it, don’t think about it, the more you think about it, the easier it may be.
As a member of Tianhe Sect, Qin Lang is still more willing to visit the Ningxiang Pavilion in the state capital. If the situation is really as Nan Lingyue fears, then he will not be doing his job as a temporary dog-headed military advisor. , try to make some suggestions.
However, before the convoy arrived at the Ningxiang Pavilion, there was a sudden commotion in front of the martial arts pavilion where the doorman had stopped just outside the building.
……
"Tsk! This little brat! Doesn't he have eyes?"
"Junior brother, don't be angry..."
"Why aren't you angry? My clothes are not new, but the hidden embroidery on them is It was my junior sister who embroidered it for me last month! Tell me, little boy, how can I pay for it?"
A young man from the building outside the building had no anger at all that Qin Lang had seen just now. In such a graceful manner, he angrily pulled up his white robe, and there was a striking red mark on it, as if it was dyed with frosting.
Not far from his feet, a little girl fell to the ground, holding a candied haws in hand, but she had not yet stood up.
Obviously, the young man's clothes were stained by the little girl's candied haws.
"Forget it, junior brother, you drank too much today. You were the one who stumbled around and tripped someone up just now. Don't worry about the little kid..."
"What did I trip over?" ! It was obviously she who hit me!”
“Hahaha... OK, it was her, it was her...”
The two people admonishing me didn’t really understand. Shi Li, seeing that the young master was drinking, he changed his tune and agreed.
As a result, the young master pointed at the little girl on the ground and continued to scold:
“You can’t walk without opening your eyes! Which family is it from!?!”
“Sir, calm down.”
At this time, the owner of the martial arts gym also rushed to smooth things over. After all, the incident happened in front of his door, and the people from the Twelve Sects were not something he, an ordinary martial arts gym, could afford to offend:
"This Xiao Nizi...his...seems to be a handyman in the backyard of Ningxiang Pavilion. She came out to buy some food. I hope you will forgive me for disturbing the young master."
"From the Ningxiang Pavilion?"
The young master squinted his eyes and took a look at the little girl's simple gray cloth skirt, and sneered:
"No wonder, it's such a despicable life..."
Pop!
In a carriage, Nan Lingyue, who was watching the farce with Qin Lang, suddenly patted Xuan Ran's thigh after hearing what the young master said. His little face was as gloomy as water, and he became angry. rise.
The Young Master and his two other companions obviously hadn't noticed the Tianhe Sect's motorcade gradually stopping across the street. After learning that the little girl was the little girl from Ningxiang Pavilion, they looked at the silly little girl still lying on the ground. Child, one after another with a sense of sarcasm:
"As the saying goes, bitches are lucky, and little bitches are also blessed. Child, please apologize to my junior brother."
"Yeah, just apologize, just say I'm sorry for not having eyesight, hahaha..."
"An apology is an apology, and the money must be compensated! One hundred taels or one cent less is not enough! One hundred taels is not enough! Two!”
Obviously he was drunk and tripped the little girl, but the young master was still insisting on making compensation. Under the yelling and fuss, the two companions also had some doubts and whispered again:
"Then what...Junior brother, it's alright, Ningxiang Pavilion is after all..."
"Hey, what are you afraid of? The business of Ningxiang Pavilion is already bad now, but those Tianhe Sect women dare to do it for a "Xiao Suijie, can you hurt me?"
"That's what it is, but..."
"But what is it? It's not the Tianhe Sect, unless it's their legendary leader. Come, or that saint... Bah! Or that witch is here, then I should be a little scared... Now... Ha! I want to know what capital they have to be so crazy..."
"No, no, no, this brother, Ningxiang Pavilion is not crazy at all. You should be too crazy."
"???"
During the commotion, a strange voice suddenly broke in. The three doormen from the building outside the building held the folding fan tightly in their hands. When they glanced, they realized that there was someone standing behind them. A handsome young man with a plain complexion.
(End of this chapter)