A rotten ship still had three catties of nails. The three catties of nails from the Shun Gate were reflected in their Ju Yi Hall.
All these years, the Shun Gate was Wang Xiao Er's new year. Everything that could be sold had been sold and everything that could be pawned had been pawned. The only thing that was still decent was this Ju Yi Hall. Although the paint on the pillars was peeling, they still firmly supported the spacious hall.
There was nothing left of this Ju Yi Hall that was built during the reign of Emperor Wen of Sui, except for the huge seating screen that was made up of thirty-six screens. The seating screen was extremely old, but from the intricate carvings and the complicated and vivid river patterns, one could still vaguely see the grandeur of this hall that could accommodate hundreds of heroes at the same time.
Gu Zhuting entered the Ju Yi Hall under the guidance of two disciples of the Shun Gate. The empty Ju Yi Hall no longer had a main seat, only two rows of seats facing each other. In this huge hall, there were only two rows of seats, three seats facing each other. It was too cold and cheerless.
The people sitting on the guest seats were Li Hei and Yan Shiwei. From their attire, it was obvious that they had disguised themselves before coming. They naturally had a way to hide from the eyes of the townspeople and sneak into the Shun Gate to pay a secret visit.
Seeing Gu Zhuting enter, the two hurriedly stood up and cupped their fists. "Greetings, Miss Gu!"
While the two of them were speaking, they were sizing up Gu Zhuting. Seeing Gu Zhuting's appearance, the two of them couldn't conceal their astonishment. Perhaps in their opinion, this woman who could fight one hundred enemies, even though she was a woman, should be two zhang tall. Her arms should be able to run like a horse, and her fists should be able to stand like a man. They didn't expect her to be such a delicate beauty. Although she had a strong figure, light steps, and a hint of heroic spirit, her appearance was obviously very different from the heroine who could defeat a hundred people of the Flood Dragon Gang in their hearts.
"Greetings, Master Hei! Master Yan! Two seniors, please take a seat! "
Gu Zhuting invited the two to take a seat and sat opposite them. She said with a smile, "I thought the two seniors would only come tomorrow. I didn't expect you to come tonight. Please forgive me for not going out to welcome you."
Yan Shiwei thought she was teasing him and could only smile awkwardly. Li Hei suddenly thought of something and said, "Tomorrow? Could it be … could it be that something is going to happen tonight? "
Gu Zhuting smiled faintly and said, "I wonder if Master Hei and Master Yan would be able to lead the Flood Dragon Union if Wenbin was still around. Or are you willing to bear the reputation of betraying your master? If you can't or aren't willing, then I'll do it on your behalf and save you the trouble. "
Li Hei and Yan Shiwei looked at each other in shock. "Could it be that the Young Master will also pass away tonight?" Thinking of this possibility, even a veteran like Li Hei felt his scalp tingle.
Gu Zhuting's bright eyes swept over them as she spoke in an indifferent manner, "Haha, these are all insignificant matters. Let's not talk about them. Since the two seniors are willing to come, I believe that you have considered our previous suggestion. May I know what the two seniors have decided?"
Li Hei calmed himself down and said slowly, "Miss Gu, if we agree, the two thousand brothers of the Flood Dragon Gang will be on your boat, and we will have to rely on you to feed us in the future. Don't you think you should tell us the truth? Otherwise, if anything goes wrong, we won't be able to explain it to our brothers. "
"Since Master Hei and Master Yan are so straightforward, I should be honest with you!"
Gu Zhuting straightened her slender waist and stood up nimbly. She clapped her hands three times and said loudly, "Invite Mister Dugu to meet the guests!"
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After noticing the vigilant gazes of the townspeople, Yang Fan immediately slowed down his pace. He wanted to find an inn to stay in first.
There were lights everywhere in the market, and people were walking to and fro. Sheds, stalls, and shops crowded the streets. Countless signboards and banners were sticking out of the shops on both sides of the road. When a slightly taller person walked in the alley, those signboards and banners would gently brush past his head.
A few people slowly walking in front of him suddenly attracted Yang Fan's attention.
One of them was very tall and wore a white robe that looked like a loose nightgown. He also had a thick shawl draped over his shoulder and a white square scarf with a hexagonal pattern on his head. The scarf was fastened to his head by a metal ring as wide as a finger. At a glance, it was obvious that he was an Arab.
The people walking on his left and right were obviously his bodyguards. These warriors were dressed in simple clothes. Outside of their undergarments, a long brown cloth was draped diagonally over their shoulders. This could be considered their outer clothing. Their heads were also wrapped with square scarves of the same color. In their hands was a thin sword without a scabbard, only wrapped in a rag.
This bearded Arab with sunken eyes and a straight nose was looking around as he walked. He seemed to be very curious about the situation in Baishang Town. It seemed that he had also just arrived at Ba. Suddenly, someone from the second floor of the small building splashed a basin of water down. The water splashed at his feet, dirtying his white robe.
Several of the warriors were enraged and immediately raised their heads. Like loyal dogs that had seen someone harm their master, they bared their fangs and growled threateningly. The white-robed Arab also raised his head in anger. However, the anger in his eyes quickly turned into surprise.
There was a naked woman in the window. Yang Fan was standing at the side, and he could see her naked appearance from there. The woman did not feel the slightest bit of shame towards her naked body. She only looked a little cold. After splashing the water, she put down the wooden basin and reached out to close the window. As she bent down, a pair of plump breasts dangled down, making them seem even larger.
Yang Fan knew who this woman was. There were many prostitutes in this town, but the prostitutes that specialized in the business of these laborers and sailors were naturally not of high quality. This woman's appearance was very ordinary and she was a little chubby. However, her skin was very white.
The Arab merchant raised his head and said excitedly, "Look, look, look at what I see. Ah! That white skin is like a silver coin on a porcelain plate, or like a white antelope in the wilderness. Her face is like a full moon, and her plump breasts are like two large pomegranates … "
He did not expect this Arab to speak in the language of the Central Plains. However, his tone was a little strange, and there was a hint of a foreigner's accent. The woman on the second floor poked her head out and fiercely scolded, "Yaksha ghost, get lost! What are you blabbering about!"
A golden-haired and blue-eyed brat popped out from behind the Arabian merchant's robe. He was not very tall, only about twelve or thirteen years old. Hands on his hips, he hopped up the stairs and yelled, "Hey! Madam, don't be as blind as a bat. Our master is the most famous poet in Basra. His poems drive countless noble ladies crazy. Every word he says is like pearls falling on a plate … "
Although the woman on the second floor was a cheap prostitute who only knew how to sell flesh, and she might not even know how to read, as someone who was born in the country of poetry, she clearly had the ability to appreciate poetry. With just one word, she fully expressed her evaluation of this lousy poem, "Bah!"
The woman slammed the window shut. The Arab merchant looked at the woman's back before the window closed and was still in the mood to write a poem, "Ah! Her angry eyes are like a nightingale that has seen a bug. Her angrily trembling belly is like the white of a fish's belly at dawn. She gracefully turned around and left, like an antelope, swaying her plump buttocks with her swaying waist … "
The blond imp made a heart shape with his hands, and with a pair of beautiful blue eyes, he praised in an intoxicated manner, "Ah! What a beautiful poem! What a beautiful poem! Like the first ray of dawn through the morning mist, like the first drop of morning dew on a green leaf, ah … "
The great poet from a faraway country probably liked to use body language to accompany his recitation. As he recited the poem, he danced with joy. A drunkard who walked out of a small tavern happened to be caught in the eye by him. The drunkard was enraged and raised his hand to slap the poet. He scolded, "Do you not have eyes?"
The great poet retreated awkwardly and angrily said to the drunkard, "You dare to humiliate me? You dare to humiliate the honorable Abdul Shahman bin Aziz bin Hakam! Only a donkey is used to being humiliated. An honorable sir, a free man, even a camel will not swallow this insult! "
The drunkard was about to walk away when he was amused by the poet's words. He stared at the Arab with a pair of bloodshot eyes and said, "You … you demon, what nonsense are you spouting? You … what do you want to do? "
The poet adjusted his headband in annoyance and sternly said, "A wolf will howl at a man without the protection of a dog, but when facing a strong man like a lion, there is only respect. I, the honorable Mr. Abdul Shahman bin Aziz bin Hakam, for the sake of defending my dignity, want to duel with you! Go to hell! "
As soon as the poet said this, his warriors immediately lowered their shoulders and arched their waists, assuming an attacking posture. At the same time, they bared their snow-white teeth and growled threateningly from their throats. Their hands also tightly gripped the cylindrical and slender hilts of their swords.
"Yo ho, you … you want to duel with me?"
The drunkard was overjoyed. He looked left and right, cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted, "There's a demon looking for trouble with our Three Rivers Gang. Brothers, charge!"
"Whoosh!" Countless people swarmed out from the taverns, shops, and streets. Even the peddlers who had set up stalls by the roadside jumped out, tightly blocking the two ends of the street. The Hu warriors with their long cloths did not show the slightest fear. They continued to bare their white teeth and widen their fierce eyes.
However, the great poet seemed to be shocked by the situation. His angry expression quickly calmed down, and he said in a reserved tone, "Those who forgive will be forgiven by Allah. I will not lower myself to the level of a barbarian like you. Let's go, Abbas."
The poet called out to his golden-haired attendant and turned to leave, but the entire street was blocked by the people of the Three Rivers Gang. There was no way out. The drunkard stood on the side with his arms crossed and a cold smile on his face.
The Arab poet's sudden change from arrogance to deference was truly frightening. Yang Fan suppressed his laughter and stepped forward, saying, "Brothers of the same gang should help each other. However, there is no need to make such a big fuss over a small dispute. Bullying foreigners is not a good reputation!"
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