The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

The mouse stared at Lan Xishu straightened. He thought of something, and walked quickly to Lan Xishu, but Lan Xishu didn't give him a chance to speak: "I know it! Ge Tinggang, you Jinyiwei can't handle it!" If we arrive, our East Factory will definitely be able to do it!"

The mouse bit the tip of his tongue and calmed down. He was ashamed that he almost lost his mind in a hurry just now.

Ge Ting just nodded heavily.

There was a noise in the yard, accompanied by the sound of porcelain smashing.

Lan Xishu came to the window in a few steps, and the mouse opened a gap, and a big black man with a big arm and a round waist was pushing a young man to the ground with one hand, cursing in a Beijing-Tianjin accent: "What the hell! Bullying us is far away." Come here! Why give him priority, the uncle has to wait!"

The little guy who fell to the ground looked aggrieved and cried, kept bowing and bowing to accompany the good words, and the busy ones stopped what they were doing to watch. Unclear Ziwu Maoyou.

The big black man was still relentless, and wanted to kick the boy who just got up again under the pull of the people next to him. At this moment, the shopkeeper hurriedly rushed to the front yard, and the big black man shifted his target, and rushed towards the shopkeeper Just yelled.

"Shopkeeper! What's going on? They're all waiting to load and hurry, why should I have to wait!"

"No! No! The guest officer is a bit misunderstood. Isn't it because I am looking for someone temporarily? Isn't this coming? Hey, hey! San'er! Why are you still standing there! Hurry up! Didn't you see any guests waiting?"

The shopkeeper gave the big black man good luck with a smiling face.

Lan Xishu blinked, pulled the mouse away, and motioned for Ge Ting to close his ears. Ge Ting just looked out from Lan Xishu's angle, and was shocked: "My lord! Behind that big black man is Zhang. loose!"

A handsome young man appears and disappears behind the big black man, with a green jade hairpin inserted horizontally in the Taoist priest's bun, which is eye-catching. His eyes slipped this way, but he couldn't see the people in this room, his eyes were only flashed by.

"Zhang Song?" Lan Xishu settled down, there was a fish, big or small, it was good news!

Lan Xishu misunderstood half of Zhang Song's head, which was enough for Lan Xishu to recognize. The corner of Lan Xishu's mouth curled into a smile.

The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind, both the mantis and the oriole are in his sight.

"Zhang Bingqian's confidant!" Ge Ting just clenched his fists and looked at Lan Xishu nervously: "This kid is a ghost!".

Lan Xishu patted Ge Tinggang on the shoulder, and Ge Tinggang immediately relaxed. Ge Tinggang felt that there was a magical power in Lan Xishu. He would use any eyes or any subtle and ordinary movements to make you tense and frightened instantly, or instantly Be stable and rest assured.

"Hold on! Don't be nervous, don't lose your sense of control under any circumstances, just do as I tell you, you won't make any mistakes! Understand?"

"Understood!" Ge Tinggang bit the word heavily, but his palms were sweating.

Lan Xishu signaled him to go out, but Ge Ting was about to take a step when he suddenly stopped moving, his eyes wandered, his mouth opened but no sound came out.

"Don't worry! My people will follow you! But I will never let you find out!" Lan Xishu secretly smiled, such a bird man, the vernacular is also embarrassing.

oh!Just as Ge Ting had taken a reassurance, he flung his robes out of the house and passed through the living room, and in a short while he arrived in the yard. In the yard, the guys were busy. Seven or eight tall, short, fat and thin businessmen spoke the dialect of Shannanhaibei around the man. The shopkeeper yelled at each other, and the shopkeeper was tired of coping. After answering this one, he turned his head and answered that one. Just seeing his head twisted and twisted, he didn't know what to say amidst the noisy voices. Ting Gang suddenly disappeared, and that Zhang Song looked around with his eyes and followed by booing and laughing but wasted all the time on the scene.

Did Zhang Bingqian discover anything?How cautious!

"Brother!" Lan Xiwen lay down in front of Lan Xishu and peeped through the window to look. No one else knew him, so he realized that Ge Ting had just disappeared. Lan Xiwen became anxious: "Brother! Ge Ting just disappeared."

Lan Xishu also found out.

"Third Young Master!" The mouse wanted to go out, but Lan Xishu grabbed him. Lan Xishu shook his head lightly. Lan Xiwen followed the mouse and nervously grabbed Lan Xishu's belt. Lan Xiwen didn't know anything else. He knew that Ge Tinggang was a key person.

"Brother! I'll follow!" Lan Xiwen volunteered.

Lan Xishu shook his head and smiled: "How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer! Someone is more anxious than us!"

Because Lan Xishu also found that the half of Zhang Song's head was also missing.

Mouse looked nervously at Lan Xishu, who had a strategizing expression on his face. He was really worried that Ge Ting just got off the hook. Such a person is unreliable.

"Third Young Master! What if -----"

"There's no chance, Zhao Yaowen has a breath, and Ge Ting just dare not not do what I say!" Lan Xishu watched the farce in the yard come to an end, and Zhang Song hooked up with a casual man with two or five eyes. He rushed to the front yard, and the shopkeeper was still accompanying the big black man calmly and carefully. The big black man calmed down, and sat down on the stone steps of the wing room, chattering, and the old man broke his mouth.

"elder brother!"

"Third Young Master!"

Lan Xiwen wished he could get into Lan Xishu's heart and see clearly, he grabbed Lan Xishu's belt and didn't let go, urging him to speak quickly.

Lan Xishu smiled, and pressed Lan Xiwen's little hand that was pulling his belt: "Brother is going to borrow the east wind, you didn't see it! Someone rushed to catch this bait for me!" Lan Xishu felt that today was very smooth, Zhang Bingqian Li Jiumu and Li Jiumu are getting into the same bed under his help, while Qian Daqian is actively pimping, which saves me effort.

Lan Xishu felt that the most urgent task was not to watch them struggle, but to pull out the nails around them first.

Lan Xishu thought of the horrible Sun Buer under the grass thatch in the wing room again. Lan Xishu's throat tightened, as if a pair of big hands were holding his heart tightly, and the pain was indescribable.

Lan Xishu's face suddenly became serious.

"And me!" The mouse lost his composure.

"Think of a way to transport Sun Bu'er to a happy reunion, properly arrange it near Eagle Town, and inform Jing Maang'an, no, it's up to you!" Lan Xishu put his left finger on his forehead and bit it fiercely: "Don't tell anyone, keep an eye on the people on the Yingzhen line, and tell Jing Maang'an not to allow any interaction between Huyakou and Yingzhen people."

Mouse swallowed with difficulty: "Third Young Master! Is the ghost on the Yingzhen line?"

"If it's on the Huyakou line, we'll almost be caught in the same nest, and the intelligence network that the boss has worked so hard to build will be finished, luckily! All this is thanks to Sun Buer!" Lan Xishu moved up and down, left and right stiffly Looking out of the window, the shopkeeper was walking out with the big black man, only a few guys surrounded the little guy who was pushed and shoved after watching the shopkeeper and the big black man leave, you whispered for the little guy Injustice, the boy frequently raised his sleeves and lowered his neck to wipe his tears.

"By the way, inform Jing Maang'an that all our people must be at Huyakou, and say that there will be a major action tonight, and we must not mention the inner ghost and Ge Tinggang to anyone."

"En!" Mouse felt uneasy, and looked at Lan Xishu hesitantly: "I told Maung An about Ge Tinggang."

Lan Xishu frowned, and the mouse lowered his head, not daring to face Lan Xishu's knife-like eyes.

Lan Xiwen felt that brother's eyes were too frightening, seeing the rat so nervous, he couldn't bear to pull Lan Xishu's sleeve.

Lan Xishu let out a sigh of relief, and his face softened.

"Who else?"

"He's the only one! I told him not to talk nonsense." The mouse resented himself for talking too much.

"It's okay!" Lan Xishu patted the mouse on the shoulder.