Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 73 Brother Zhang, do you recognize the captain Hei Hu of the Black Ice Platform?

The Qin people have indelible bravery in their bones.

The sonorous sound of the pipa, coupled with the singing voice that is neither coquettish nor charming, actually adds a bit of passion.

"it is good--"

On the second-floor corridor, someone shouted and threw a gray-blue purse onto the small stage.

The rather heavy purse fell with a loud noise and rolled to the feet of the woman in the red dress.

"Mr. Feng is generous."

"Our Master Feng is indeed very generous."

The guests around started to make noises.

Feng Cheng threw away the purse and regretted it.

At this moment, he quickly lowered his head and sat down with a bitter face.

The other two looked at each other and smiled away.

Below them sat the lieutenant and chief clerk of his own yamen...

Zhang Yuan didn't look back, but there was a gleam of light in the eyes of the woman in the red dress in the stands.

When the purse fell, the musicians on the stage all subconsciously shrank their heads, except for the woman in the red dress, who didn't even frown.

Without any martial arts skills, he can maintain such a calm state of mind. It is impossible for ordinary people to do this.

As if sensing Zhang Yuan's gaze, the woman in the red dress raised her head, parted her red lips, and began to sing loudly.

"If I wait till my black hair turns white, I might as well put on that cold armor."

There was another round of applause from the audience.

In other places, not everyone would like such a sonorous tune, but this is a border town.

I have seen countless times the scene of black hair turning into white hair.

The girl who dares to sing lyrics like "putting on cold armor" is simply touching the hearts of the boys in the border town.

"it is good--"

A low shout came from a porthole, and a large silver ingot was thrown out and hit the stage directly.

For a moment, the cabin was filled with thunderous cheers.

"Damn it, if I hadn't brought enough money today..." Feng Cheng, who was sitting on the eaves of the second-floor corridor, muttered to himself, pinching his pocket with his hand, his face showing a bit of panic.

"Hong Tao, how much silver did you bring?"

Both attendants shook their heads.

Who would carry money when going out with Master Feng?
"Oh no! I left my wallet on the table and haven't paid for today's tea table yet."

Feng Cheng's mouth twitched, and he leaned over from the side of the corridor to look down: "I'm afraid the government will really have to reimburse the money for the music..."

"No, I'll go get the purse back—"

Just as Feng Cheng was about to stand up, the door of the private room behind him opened and three burly men in black martial arts robes walked out.

These three people are exactly the ones that Feng Cheng and his team are following and want to kill Zhang Yuan!

The three of them didn't recognize Feng Cheng and the others, so they just went downstairs with greasy mouths and went back to their original seats to listen to the music.

"It's them!" Hong Tao, who was beside Feng Cheng, exclaimed, looked at Feng Cheng nervously, and was about to stand up.

Feng Cheng reached out to stop him and lowered his voice: "They may not recognize you..."

Sure enough, the three of them sat back at the table behind Zhang Yuan and Zhao Yu, just listening to the music, with no intention of taking action at all.

Feng Cheng and the other two breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to remind Zhang Yuan, but Zhang Yuan did not turn around.

Until the end of the song, the woman in the red dress on the stage stood up, holding the pipa and bowed slightly, and the audience cheered again.

The three big men stood up, and the leader, a warrior wearing a black martial robe and with a short sword hanging from his waist, spoke loudly: "Miss Fenglan, this song is so relaxing to listen to. I have spent all my money today and I will miss this day."

"When I earn three hundred taels of silver, I'll give you a large ingot."

His words drew another round of applause.

In fact, many people in the place with smoke and willows spend a lot of money. The atmosphere is set and they have to spend money.

The big man laughed a few times, bowed to everyone around him, and then led the other two warriors out of the cabin.

Zhao Yu watched the three people walk out of the cabin. Just as he was about to stand up, Zhang Yuan reached out and held his arm down. "Just let Feng Cheng and the others follow."

Zhao Yu turned around and saw Feng Cheng leading two servants and quietly coming down the stairs. He nodded to her and Zhang Yuan and chased out of the cabin.

The singer on the stage was replaced, and many of the guests in the audience lost interest and stood up and left.

Some who were still sitting there no longer listened attentively to the music, but started chatting in low voices.

"Yesterday I saw a master at the city gate. He was hit head-on by a speeding carriage, but he was able to retreat with the carriage like a falling leaf, without being hurt at all."

"Don't mention it. I also saw a few people the other day. When they crossed the Broken Willow Bridge outside the city, they walked on the water without leaving any traces."

"Hey, I guess they're all here for that Black Tiger Captain on the Black Ice Platform. Who wouldn't be tempted by a reward of a thousand taels of gold?"

Amidst the whispers around them, Zhao Yu's expression shifted. He coughed lightly, then leaned closer to Zhang Yuan and lowered his voice, "Brother Zhang, do you recognize Hei Hu, the captain of the Black Ice Platform?"

Zhang Yuan turned to look at her.

"Black Tiger's head is worth a thousand taels of gold." Zhao Yu's eyes seemed to gleam with gold. "If you're not familiar with him, how about we split the thousand taels of gold equally?"

Kill the black tiger and exchange it for gold?

Zhang Yuan was just about to shake his head when something suddenly occurred to him.

Black Tiger, it seems that it is not impossible to kill...

"Bam—"

The window of a private room on the second floor opened, and a large, bearded man stuck his head out. "Your singing is so annoying! Let Fenglan come out and sing another song."

The big man's voice was so loud that it made the dishes buzz.

In the late stage of the acquired realm, the qi and blood are vibrating!

This level of cultivation is considered rare among masters in Luyang Prefecture.

There was an instant of silence in the cabin.

The woman in the blue dress on the stage looked pale. She didn't dare to move or sing anymore.

The big man was even more impatient. He slammed the table and stood up: "Get off, let Fenglan sing!"

The musicians on the stage looked at each other. The musician holding the huqin pulled the woman singing, and everyone left the stage.

The few guests in the lobby below seemed to have a tacit understanding and all stood up and left.

"Not singing anymore?" Zhao Yu looked disappointed.

It's quite interesting to listen to music in this brothel.

"Let's go, so as to avoid accidental injuries in the fight." Zhang Yuan shook his head and stood up.

Zhao Yu turned around and saw that the door of the private room on the second floor where the silver ingot was thrown was open. Seven or eight sturdy warriors surrounded a young man in a navy blue martial arts robe and walked straight to the private room of the big man who stopped the singing.

The people in other private rooms also seemed to have a tacit understanding, either staying indoors or leaving quietly.

"Bam—"

"Surround them and break their legs."

"Don't you see where Tingyufang is from?"

"Formation!"

The sounds of angry shouting and fighting came from the private room on the second floor.

The sound of forming a formation made Zhao Yu's eyes widen.

Military means!

No wonder Zhang Yuan said before that he would not offend the owner behind Tingyufang if he could. It turns out that Tingyufang is a military property.

The fight upstairs was quite intense, but Zhang Yuan was not interested in it and walked out of the cabin.

As soon as we reached the door, the waiter smiled and bowed, saying, "I'm sorry to bother you today. Tingyufang will only charge a 40% discount for tea."

"Two coins and thirty coins in total."

Zhang Yuan touched his purse and turned to look at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu curled his lips and spread out his hands.

"Brother Zhang, are you planning to listen to the music for free?"

(End of this chapter)