Nanqin

Heming in Jiugao, the sound is heard in the sky.

This sentence is not fake at all, which makes Zhang Nanqin's eyes full of appreciation when he looks at Heming who is drunk in front of him.The two are about the same age, but they have such a look, which is somewhat meaningful.

"Brother Qin, as the old saying goes, giving charcoal in the snow is better than icing on the cake." Heming put down the cup and stared at Zhang Nanqin: "I believe in my own eyesight. In the future, Brother Qin can give up the flesh of the monk if he orders."

"You drunk three rounds, but you can speak well." Zhang Nanqin took out the smoking pot from his waist and sighed at the candle light beside the stone table: "I promise you, in the future you will be responsible for the whetstone, and I will be responsible for sharpening the knife and earning How about getting two and half of the silver?"

Monk Heming was taken aback after hearing this, and then burst into laughter.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Nanqin was sitting on the threshold of the hall smoking a pot, listening to the monk Heming's snoring from the side room, he suddenly smiled, and then took out the sound transmission stone from his arms, asking for some information about those powerful people.

Soon Wei Lanqing had a reply, and Zhang Nanqin could understand the pressure on Wei Lanqing now.Only Qin Ruoan understood that it was the righteousness in his heart. Wei Jia used to be generous to the people. Otherwise, even with Mo Jian and Qianliang Gold as a reward, Zhang Nanqin would not be moved.

Another point is to reciprocate a peach for his life. Three years ago, Qin Ruoan was very similar to Wei Lanqing at this time, but Qin Ruoan must have been through very hard, just like the old man Li loved Qin Ruoan so much and treated him as his granddaughter.

Thinking of this, Zhang Nanqin's eyes flashed with a pale golden light, and a killing intent disappeared.

"My little girl's legs become like this, do you really think I don't know anything?" Zhang Nanqin muttered softly, "Those people on Jing'an Road, who do not live or die, are you thinking of how to deal with me now? Where's Qin?"

He knocked on the smoke pot: "I'm waiting, don't let me down. I promised my grandfather that I will not enter Jing'an Road for three years. As long as you have not killed me in the past three years, I will be 10 years old when you enter Jing'an Road. Kill one person at every step! I will remove your families from Yunzhou from now on!"

Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, as if responding to Zhang Nanqin's words, and the latter looked up at the sky with a meaningful smile, and then turned and entered his room.

Early in the morning, Zhang Nanqin sent Qin Ruo'an into the academy and headed toward the dock. On the dock, Zhang Nanqin saw a thin monk carrying about 300 kilograms of goods in and out of the warehouse, but Monk Heming came out of the warehouse and saw Zhang Nanqin. Immediately smiled and ran over.

"The monk has something to discuss with you." Zhang Nanqin said seriously: "You are a good-looking man, and you will just smile less next time."

Monk Heming laughed more happily after hearing this. Zhang Nanqin kicked his ass and the two squatted down on the side, while Heming's chicken thief took out two palm-sized yellow papers from his arms. Bao, Zhang Nanqin's eyes lit up immediately, taking his nose in his hand and sniffing lightly, looking at Monk Heming.

"Where did you get it?" Zhang Nanqin was a little serious, knowing that shredded tobacco is nothing to outsiders, but as long as you have been in a military camp, you will know that either the upper class or the lower class, and those in the middle have no chance to touch tobacco.And among the lower class, as long as you recognize the smoke pot, if you are in trouble, you will help, because that is the style of a soldier in the courtyard.

Monk Heming heard the meaning of Zhang Nanqin's words: "Brother Qin, no matter how muddled the monk is, he still knows the severity." Heming took out a brass-colored pipe from behind his waist, which made Zhang Nanqin on the side look sideways. .

"This is the cripple's pipe. When the two were together before, he used to give me two puffs," Heming said, naturally taking out the fire fold from his arms, and then tapping it skillfully, and then harp there. Chi Chi, looked at Zhang Nanqin for a moment, and then took out the cigarette stick from the back and was also Chi Chi, then the two of them swallowed.

Zhang Nanqin looked at Monk Heming in the clouds and said jokingly: "I didn't see it.

"When I first came here, Old Man Li took me in, and the work was for the lame man to take me in. He was the steward here, and he was not a good man, but the monk's mouth was pleasing to me." Heming's eyes revealed a trace of memory.

"As long as you don't laugh, you'll be pleasing." Zhang Nanqin interrupted, but Heming smiled. The two missing front teeth made Zhang Nanqin panicked.

"The cripple is a person who has been on the battlefield. His leg was broken by a horse's hoof, and he retreated." He raised the pipe in his hand: "He is a treasure for this thing. It was after his son died in the border war. , He was sent back, and he smoked the pipe every day. People left this morning and left the pipe to me, as well as the supervisor of the dock."

Monk Heming said, pointing his finger at a small warehouse in front of him: "He knows his body well, but he is not willing to treat him. He said that he had recovered his life when he was young, and he also had a son. I missed..."

Heming gave a mouthful of the smoke pot: "I watch too much life and death, he doesn't want to be sent away, and he has already arranged his own funeral, he was taken away when he was ordered, and he was not allowed to watch. He said otherwise he will go down, knowing that someone is missing him, he will regret it."

Zhang Nanqin became a listener and was very serious. Monk Heming on the side touched him with his arm, and he saw Monk Heming gesture to the smoking pot, and then grinned: "Brother Qin, someone will accompany you to smoke this pot in the future. ."

"You look thin and weak, this strength is much stronger than those of the strong guys, and I earn a lot this day, right?" Zhang Nanqin took a couple of sips and found that there was no tobacco, and knocked the pot on the ground.

"Twenty essays a day, but enough to eat and drink." Heming monk saw Zhang Nanqin knocking on the pot, and he found out that it was gone, so he banged on the ground: "If you have the rest, find a cashbox, hand in an essay and post it Give the sound transmission stone to the little girl and deposit the money back."

Heming said here, Zhang Nanqin found that his look was different: "Monk, I haven't read any books, my younger sister is reading, and I'm overwhelming all students in the academy."

After talking about these things, Heming began to giggle, very happy, and then he said: "Brother Qin, are you looking for me but something?"

Zhang Nanqin nodded: "You have been in Changping Mansion longer than me. You should be familiar with it. I want you to do things for me."

After hearing this, Monk Heming grinned: "What I'm waiting for is your sentence, Brother Qin. Although I earn some silver here, when I have time, I will still rely on my identity as the head teacher to go out for alms. The streets, shops, restaurants, and flower houses are all familiar."

Zhang Nanqin looked at Monk Heming and said seriously: "If you are not careful about this, you may be killed."

"My master has shown me the face and said that the monk I will have noble people to help me in the future, and he should have heard Heming Yu Jiugao, and heard it from the sky." Monk Heming said seriously.

Zhang Nanqin whispered softly in his ear. After a while, Monk Heming's face became serious: "When will it begin?"

"If it's convenient for you, just now."

"it is good."

Monk Heming didn't talk nonsense, and went directly to the warehouse to explain to others, and saw that the man nodded and bowed to Heming, and then, relying on the authority given by Heming, began to point fingers at other workers.But Monk Heming left without looking back. Zhang Nanqin was very satisfied with what the other party did.

"If you are really capable, Nanqin will send you a good luck, so that you can truly Heming in Jiugao and hear your voice in the sky. By then, I am afraid that those old bald donkeys will not be able to sit still." Zhang Nanqin whispered. Whispering, then he laughed and left the dock.