There was a rumor that there was a famous little restaurant called Jiujiu Restaurant beside the Longxu Ditch overpass, which was used to suppress the water veins in the capital. There was an endless stream of high-ranking officials and dignitaries.
The proprietress was a charming widow, but there had never been any rumors about her in the past few years. No matter how much the aristocratic Gongsun Family and the descendants of the Jiujiu Restaurant fought over a table, no matter how much the two sides fought, the Jiujiu Restaurant, which seemed to be under the protection of a big shot, would always open the next day. If one was late, as long as it was time for the restaurant to close, no matter if one was the son of a minister or the grandson of a great general, they would all close the door and refuse to serve. The more the Jiujiu Restaurant was like this, the more the old gluttons in the capital liked it. Although it was very likely that a big shot like the assistant minister would be scolded by an audacious waiter when they went to the restaurant, everyone enjoyed it and never got tired of it.
The two masters of the Song family, Tantanon and Huan Wen, the Imperial College's Yao Baifeng, and almost all the ministers of the six ministries other than Gu Jiantang, as well as the central government officials, all came here to feast without exception.
This year, there was another big shot, Qi Yanglong. It was said that before the head of the secretariat officially became a minister of Li Yang, the first thing he did when he entered the capital was not to meet the Emperor, but to go straight to the Jiujiu Restaurant and get drunk. What was even more exaggerated was that this well-deserved leader of the literati was almost chased out of the Jiujiu Restaurant by the proprietress.
Today, the business of the Jiujiu Restaurant was still booming. The main entrance had not opened yet, but the luxurious carriages and tall horses outside had already made the street near the river extremely crowded. Many diners were patiently waiting in a long line.
A short, crippled old man came to the entrance of the backyard of the Jiujiu Restaurant. Compared to the bustling main entrance, this narrow alley, which no one knew how to enter through many turns, was extremely cold and cheerless. Perhaps it was because there were few people here, but there were some dark green moss growing near the foot of the wall. The sunlight was blocked by the high wall, making it seem somewhat gloomy. The crippled old man was not in a hurry to knock on the door. Instead, he stared at a young man squatting on the steps and yawning. The young man also stared at the crippled old man with his mouth and eyes wide open.
In fact, they "knew" each other. The old man, who usually only paid attention to the princes and ministers, remembered this rascal because the young ruffian had appeared on the street outside the Jiujiu Restaurant yesterday and had a "battle" with the young princes. when the crippled old man returned to Zhaogou... he returned to Zhaogou........... Zhaogou................... of Zhaogou. this guy.......... this guy................ he..... be. Originally, the old man had roughly confirmed that the so-called "First Young Master of Jinzhou" and "Second Machete of Liaodong" was not a spy who could not see the light of day, but a street scoundrel who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth and was unintentionally involved in the whirlpool in the capital. However, when he saw Wu Laifu appear at this time and place, Zhao Gou, who had always believed that there were no outsiders and no foreign affairs in the world, was filled with killing intent.
Wu Laifu, who put the iron saber on his knees, suddenly shouted, "Old man, I know you! Although you didn't make a move yesterday, I know that you're actually the same as me. We're both experts! "
Wu Laifu put on a fake smile. He was thinking about how to kill this guy quietly.
Jiujiu Restaurant was Zhaogou's forbidden area. Liyang spies were not allowed to approach it, regardless of their status.
This was a rigid rule set by Yuan Benxi.
Although Master Yuan was dead, the crippled old man did not want to disturb the woman who lived in seclusion because of a "trivial matter" unless it was absolutely necessary.
This time, the crippled old man broke Master Yuan's rule. He had no choice but to come here because the new head of Zhaogou had spoken.
The crippled old man, who even the King of Beiliang and Fu Shuifang only knew his surname was Yao, looked at the young man who was carefully holding the saber and asked with a smile, "Young Hero Wu, how do you have the leisure to squat here and look at the sun?"
Wu Laifu's martial arts skills were mediocre, but he wasn't stupid at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to steal the limelight before Li Haoran. Now, the name Wu Laifu was quite famous in the capital. Yesterday, Wu Laifu had returned twice and witnessed the battle from beginning to end. Among them, the aging of the middle-aged man and the death of the youth with the saber made him gasp in amazement. Therefore, the lame old man who had not revealed his strength from beginning to end was naturally not someone that Wu Laifu could compete with. Therefore, Wu Laifu was very nervous. His palms were sweaty, but he still maintained his annoying smile and said, "Senior, isn't looking at the sun the same everywhere? I came to Jiujiu Restaurant to ask for a job. I walked from Liaodong to the capital and used up all my traveling expenses. I'm not a martial artist who breaks the law. I'm a good citizen who abides by the law. "
The crippled old man smiled and said, "Looking for a job? The capital is so big. Can't you find a job anywhere? "
The young man's smile became more and more stiff. He rolled his eyes and hesitated for a moment. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Senior, we're both open-minded people, so I might as well be frank with you. Everyone in the capital knows that Jiujiu Restaurant is very deep. I'm thinking that a woman can support such a restaurant. Either she's a hidden peerless expert, or the waiter in the restaurant is a top-notch martial arts grandmaster, or maybe a chef is a famous martial artist who has retired from the martial arts world for many years. I came to Jiujiu Restaurant to find a job. Earning money is secondary. My main goal is to learn from an expert who can dominate the martial arts world!"
The crippled old man stared at this whimsical young man. He did not know if he should slap him to death or give him a thumbs up and praise him for being so f * cking smart.
The crippled old man looked at the guy who had "an incomparably sincere gaze and a face full of innocence" and could not help but tease, "If I remember correctly, Young Hero Wu is an expert who only lost to the King of Beiliang by one and a half moves. Why? Are you only satisfied after reaching a higher level in the martial arts world?"
Wu Laifu smiled foolishly and said, "There's no harm in having more skills. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the martial arts world. It's not a bad thing for me to learn a few more trump cards. Look at the King of Beiliang. His fists, swords, and that last move, God Summoning. He has endless tricks up his sleeves. Compared to him, I'm still a little lacking. "
The crippled old man smiled and said, "In my opinion, Young Hero Wu is much stronger than the King of Beiliang if you have such skills."
Wu Laifu asked softly, "Don't tell me I'm thick-skinned?"
The crippled old man gave him a thumbs up and said, "Young Hero Wu, you're indeed a talented martial arts genius! Your future achievements in martial arts will definitely be limitless! "
The young man scratched his head. He accepted the "compliment" with a smile.
For some reason, the crippled old man no longer wanted to kill him. He ignored the Young Hero of Liaodong and walked up the stairs. He gently knocked on the door.
There was no response from the backyard.
The crippled old man knocked on the door unhurriedly.
The old man was not in a hurry. Wu Laifu went from being curious, speculating, and anticipating to yawning, rolling his eyes, and picking his ear wax. He really could not wait any longer. Wu Laifu stood up and put on his iron saber. Then, he slammed the wooden door heavily with his palm and shouted, "Lady Boss, Lady Boss! I'm Wu Laifu, the one who wanted to be your waiter yesterday. It's fine if you don't open the door for me, but there's a respectable Jianghu senior beside me who's anxiously looking for you. Don't delay the important matter! Lady Boss, it's true. I'm not deceiving you. There really is a senior who came to visit. He's been waiting here for a long time. I was afraid that he would disturb your rest at first, so I blocked him for a long time without any courtesy. Lady Boss! You see, if you still don't open the door, whether it's Jianghu ethics or the principle that visitors are guests, Lady Boss, you won't be able to win against him! "
The crippled old man twitched the corner of his mouth and endured.
Wu Laifu slammed the door earth-shattering.
When the door suddenly opened, Wu Laifu did not pay attention and almost slapped the person who opened the door. Fortunately, the person gently moved away and dodged. However, Wu Laifu fell into the door and fell flat on his face.
That was a glimpse.
It made Wu Laifu sit on the ground in a daze.
That young woman was definitely not the Lady Boss. The Lady Boss was a middle-aged woman who was quite feminine. However, Wu Laifu was not interested in women like that. He preferred a young woman who was about the same age as him. She had to have a pretty face, a big chest, a thin waist, a round buttocks, and long legs. His requirements were not high and were just in line with his identity as a young hero.
The woman who opened the door was the most beautiful woman Wu Laifu had ever seen in his life. She might even be the most beautiful woman in his next life.
Wu Laifu sat on the ground and looked at the back of the person who stood at the door. This young man who dared to play tricks with the King of Beiliang did not even dare to speak to her.
As the Second Minister of Justice, the crippled old man looked at the woman who was famous for her rouge and hesitated to speak.
She was supposed to be one of Teacher Yuan's most outstanding experts, but the world was unpredictable. Even Teacher Yuan, who had a perfect plan, fell short of success.
There was a game of chess on the chessboard that year. Although Teacher Yuan had thought of a series of rules, it was a pity that someone made the "unreasonable move" in the end.
In that game, Teacher Yuan claimed that he and Huang Sanjia lost to the same person. It was a great regret of his life.
Looking at the old man who had personally escorted her to the capital, the woman said indifferently, "Teacher Yao, are you here to urge me to go to the mansion of the Prince of Liaodong?"
The crippled old man sighed and shook his head, "No, I'm here to see Shopkeeper Hong."
She frowned and shook her head, "Aunt Hong won't see you."
The old man also shook his head and called her by her name, "Chen Yu, you don't have the final say in this matter."
Chen Yu.
After hearing this name, Wu Laifu felt like he was struck by lightning.
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