Jiaohua

Chapter 188 Sleeping Matters
Drinkers, you say one sentence to another, and finally the voice of the conversation gradually lowered, and no one continued.

A few people drank sullenly, and the people at other tables were affected, and their mood became depressed.

After a drinker drank another large bowl of wine, he smashed the bowl and shouted: "Don't talk about this, let's talk about other things."

"If you have wine today, you will be drunk today." Another drinker said.

Some fragments of the bowl splashed onto Xia Zhaoyi's side.

Xia Zhaoyi pinched his fingers, but couldn't figure out anything, and couldn't see anything from the sky.

She breathed lightly, still lying on her stomach, but moved her body a little, and changed to a more comfortable position.

Since he wanted to talk about something else, a drinker changed the subject and said, "Have you heard about the recent incident?"

"What's the matter?" The others looked over.

"That girl Lin who is rumored in the capital."

"Miss Lin? Who is it?"

Another drinker said at this time: "It is said to be very powerful. The prophet knows that the heavy rain in Peifeng City will last for ten days a month in advance."

Xia Zhaoyi didn't have much interest in these things at first, and was about to close his eyes, when he heard this, he froze for a moment, frowning slightly.

"How is it possible, one month in advance?"

"It's just that, at that time, many people knew what she had mentioned, and there were many things she had predicted. She has great powers."

"Then tell me, what else is there?"

"OK, then you can listen slowly."

Xia Zhaoyi was also listening here. Because she had been lying down for a long time and her neck was uncomfortable, she turned herself around and lay down on the inside, watching the drinker talk by the way.

He spoke with great enthusiasm and danced, and the dull feeling in the lobby just now seemed to dissipate.

However, when he was talking, others would always interrupt him, saying that he was bragging, and he would argue with others.

Seeing them talking and arguing like this, Xia Zhaoyi finally felt a little sleepy, she called the waiter to pay, and pointed to the food on the table: "I didn't touch a single bite, it's all clean, give it to anyone who wants it." who."

"This... is it because the food in our store doesn't suit my taste?" the waiter asked curiously.

"No, these meals are delicious." Xia Zhaoyi smiled, and didn't want to say anything else, and walked towards the stairs.

Early the next morning, she returned to Beijing, queued up at the gate of the city, handed over a fake household registration, and went straight to Qingque Pavilion after entering the city.

It wasn't Mr. Yan Hui who entertained him. This gentleman was a stranger, and Xia Zhaoyi didn't know him.

Because Mr. Yanhui had given instructions in advance, this gentleman did not feel any strangeness about the arrival of such a child. It was not until he opened the name recorded in the register that this gentleman stroked his beard and looked up at Xia Zhao again in surprise. Yi: "Your name is Ali?"

"That's right." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Where do you come from?" asked the gentleman again.

"Shengjing Long Street." Xia Zhaoyi replied.

"Shengjing Long Street? Where does your family live? Didn't you come from outside the city?"

"Do you need to know so much about me?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at him.

It was only then that the husband felt that he had lost his composure, and said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry."

"No problem, but why are you curious about me?" Xia Zhaoyi asked back.

The gentleman laughed, stroked his beard, and said: "To be honest, there are rumors in the capital that a girl from Peifeng is also called Ali. It's amazing. I saw that you have the same name, so I asked this question."

"Oh," Xia Zhaoyi nodded, "Then, sir, my list..."

The gentleman put away the booklet, and said: "I need to submit these things to the employer for verification, and you will come later to get the remaining silver taels and the antidote."

"Okay," Xia Zhaoyi said, "However, I still want to take another order."

"Huh?" The husband looked at her curiously, "You still want it? So much money, isn't it enough?"

"Sir, the rules." Xia Zhaoyi said.

The husband laughed and nodded: "Okay, I won't ask any more questions, just wait."

"Ah."

The husband took out the wooden box again, Xia Zhaoyi randomly chose one to open, and suddenly smiled.

The husband didn't ask much this time, and waited quietly, although he didn't know which one she chose.

Xia Zhaoyi put it down and said, "I'm looking for someone again."

"Ok?"

"Looking for Ali," Xia Zhaoyi put down the flower note in his hand, and said, "It seems that Mr. is right, this Ali is really amazing."

The husband also smiled and nodded: "Yes, I shouldn't have told you, but there are a lot of people looking for her these days."

"Anyone pick it up?"

"I have received a few pens. Whether they can be found, whoever finds them first depends on their own fate."

"The money drawn out is all the same?" Xia Zhaoyi was curious.

"There are 1000 taels, there are 2000 taels, and there are 500 taels less."

"The Ying family only gave 500 taels to find a biological son, but now they are willing to spend 2000 taels to find a girl who they have never met before, who don't even know the rumors, whether they are true or not." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Pick it up?" Mr. looked at her.

"No." Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, took up the paper, tied it, put it back into the wooden box, and picked out another one.

This time when she opened it, she glanced at it briefly, and said to her husband, "That's it."

The gentleman took a look at it, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll get you the details, just wait a moment."

"En." Xia Zhaoyi replied.

After the husband left, Xia Zhaoyi looked at the string left on the desk to tie the flower note, his eyes became thoughtful.

After getting the details, she didn't drink the medicine from the small bottle, she just took 100 taels of silver and left.

Hexi murmured on the street, traffickers walked everywhere, she walked slowly, thinking about things all the time.

Before she knew it, she walked through the streets and alleys, and when she raised her head, she found that she was in this teahouse by the lake again.

The sound of the storyteller's ruler clapping, but she didn't like to hear it.

Turning around, she was about to find a quiet place, but her footsteps stopped, and she looked at a figure in the distance.

A dark-skinned teenager was leaning over there, blowing the lake wind, very carefree, with an irregular posture, with his hands behind his head, and he was yawning exaggeratedly.

A lot of people in brocade clothes passed by, some were talking quietly, some were laughing and playing, but no one recognized that the person who was leaning against the tree and preparing to take a nap was Song Qing, the son of Song Du, Minister of the Ministry of Industry. Church.

Calculating that I met him in Chongyi before, it was almost two months ago.

The young boy who was reckless and reckless at the beginning has now become a young man with a heroic posture on a horse and a gun-wielding gangster. Xia Zhaoyi's eyes are filled with a smile.

But she didn't plan to go up and say something to him, she walked away, and when she passed the old tree here, she didn't stop.

Song Erlang was really about to fall asleep, tears were about to come out, he sniffed his nose, frowned suddenly, raised his head and looked to the right side with a feeling, only saw the back of a child walking away.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.

Forget it, sleep matters.

He closed his eyes completely.

(End of this chapter)