Infinite Throne

   Chapter 800 Big Rain Paper Umbrella White Clothes

   After morning.

  When the two of them arrived in Shengping County, the sky was changing. The dark clouds were pressing down on the county seat, and a misty drizzle was falling.

   But look at that day, it is estimated that it will not be long before you have to pour the ladle.

   There were few pedestrians on the road, and two old guards with gray hair were guarding the gate beside the gate of Shengping County.

   But when it comes to goalkeeping, in fact, it is not completely guarded.

   Just when Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu had just left their horses at the inn beside the city gate, they happened to see two dedicated veterans. When they woke up, they yawned and walked in, directly emptying Shengping County.

  The defense is so lax?

   Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu looked at each other, didn't they say that the world outside is desolate, bandits are rampant, and the market is not good?

   But taking advantage of the gap when the city gate was empty, Yilin pulled Wang Xiaohu directly into the city.

  Irin noticed something on the way. The silver they got from the robbers had the inscription of a certain bank on it, and it was really about to be found out. It's hard to explain the source.

  It is good to rob the rich and help the poor, but it is likely to be misunderstood in the end.

   Shengping County, Shengping County, Shengping County.

   This county name is good.

   But when the two stepped in, there was no meaning of "singing and dancing".

   There are many homeless beggars squatting beside the avenue, who habitually beg from passers-by.

   "I'm hungry...I'm hungry...please give me some mercy!"

   "I have an 80-year-old mother on top and a seven-year-old child on the bottom. My family is still disabled..."

   "Save the child... I haven't eaten a full meal for 18 days..."

   Someone was crying.

   Someone screamed miserable.

   Someone shouted hungry.

   The beggars had just stretched out their hands to Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu, and looked up, the good guy was actually a furry boy who didn't even have all the hair, and suddenly retracted their hands into their sleeves. Looking at it again, Wang Xiaohu was tall and big, with a knife attached to his waist, and they didn't dare to beg anymore.

  Wang Xiaohu looked at them pitiful, and reached out to touch his arms.

   Not long ago, Yi Rin kept a part of the silver on Wang Xiaohu because the silver was too heavy.

   Yi Rin saw Wang Xiaohu's plan, lightly pressed his friend's hand that was about to stir, and shook his head without a trace.

  Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a few seconds, but still chose to follow Yi Rin's advice.

   The two communicated silently without attracting the attention of others.

   "Boom!"

   A thunderstorm ripped apart the dark clouds.

   The dazzling light of lightning made their faces pale.

   Immediately afterwards, the torrential rain fell and shattered the ground.

   "It's raining!"

   "Run!"

   Seeing that it was raining heavily, the beggars who seemed to be vain just now ran away with a hula.

  Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at the beggars who had left in a hurry. He didn't understand why he just kept talking about the poor man who had not eaten enough for 18 days, how he could run better than Wang Xiaohu.

   "What are you doing, hurry up and hide from the rain."

   Yi Rin smiled and pulled Wang Xiaohu, but she erected an invisible "singing umbrella" on top of her head to keep out the rain.

  The two walked along the eaves, passed the market, and came to a lavish building.

  This should be regarded as the bustling and bustling city in Shengping County.

   But at this moment, because of the bad weather, even the oil umbrella can drip out of the hole, so the street is lonely and empty.

   "Where shall we go to hide from the rain."

  Irin quickly looked around for a moment and pointed in one direction.

  Wang Xiaohu looked in the direction of Yi Rin's fingers, and suddenly took a breath: "Wanxianglou? Wait, Brother Lin, is this the legendary place of fireworks... brothel!"

  Wang Xiaohu was shocked.

   He never imagined that Yiren was such a person.

   How old are you!

   He also grew up under the influence of Uncle Niu's story.

  Uncle Niu always subconsciously adds a lot of wonderful ink when he talks about "Wanxianglou", the most famous and desirable place in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

   Even though Uncle Niu took into account the innocence of children, he only conveyed the meaning in his words, Wanxianglou is not a serious place.

   After a while.

  Wang Xiaohu realized that he was thinking crooked and misunderstood.

  It turns out that Yilin was referring to the tea house next to Wanxianglou.

   The name on the plaque of the teahouse is slightly unique - Sanpinxuan.

   There are many people sheltering from the rain sitting in the Sanpin Xuan.

   There were some who seemed to have no money, and were directly kicked out by a tall and majestic spectator in front of the restaurant.

  When Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu stepped into the teahouse in a turbulent manner, when their eyes fell on Yi Rin's face, they first showed disgust.

Then he quickly turned to Wang Xiaohu, his eyes finally fell on the broad knife on Wang Xiaohu's waist, then narrowed his eyes, grinned, and smiled: "Yo, the guest officer is looking at the face, the two masters are full of extravagance. It's not an ordinary master. Come, come, two masters, sit in the restaurant! Come on, give the two masters a seat!"

   "It seems that Wang Xiaohu's hidden charm attribute is not low."

  Irin muttered secretly.

   It seems that this trip took Wang Xiaohu with him, and he really brought it with him... very useful.

   At least, it saves a lot of trouble.

   But Wang Xiaohu's face doesn't look like someone with a high charm value. Charming charm, really don't need to look at the face?

   Stepping into the restaurant, Irin habitually observed the surrounding environment.

   Even after spending thirteen years here, Irin still hasn't forgotten the little habit of being an apostle during the trials.

   There is a middle-aged storyteller, swinging a paper fan, in the teahouse with great interest, telling various anecdotes.

   A group of tea guests gathered around the storyteller, cheering and applauding from time to time.

  Every tea table, in groups of three or five, are chatting about rivers and lakes.

   In the most conspicuous position of Sanpinxuan, a calligraphy work is posted. In Yi Rin's opinion, this method is ordinary, but the content is a bit interesting - "Taste tea, taste people, and taste the world."

  The two sat on the second floor.

  The open-air balcony has a tile to cover the head, and the environment is not too bad.

  The sounds around him are mixed.

  The sound of storytellers, conversations, rain, and the extravagant sounds of the next door are mixed together, like a song of the market.

  Wang Xiaohu is the first time he has come to the county seat. He looks around and looks like a country bumpkin.

   After a while, Yi Rin ordered a pot of hot tea, added a few plates of delicate and barren snacks, and settled down.

   "Call—"

  Wang Xiaohu poured a full cup of hot tea, breathed a little coolness with his mouth, then raised his neck and took a big mouthful. It seemed that he was tired from traveling all night, and he was finally able to rest.

  Irin closed her eyes and began to listen.

  Wang Xiaohu looked at Yi Rin with his eyes closed and did not speak, neither drink tea nor eat, he bored the peanuts and counted them one by one. The two were silent for a while, and Wang Xiaohu finally couldn't help it. Thinking of what happened just now, with a bit of embarrassment, he whispered, "Brother Lin, I thought just now, where are you going."

  Wang Xiaohu pouted towards the partition wall, and the meaning was in place.

  Irin didn't open her eyes and replied with a smile: "Maybe I really have a chance to go in and see."

   "His...?"

  Wang Xiaohu took a breath.

  The rain is pouring, and the old hometown is deep.

  It rained for a full half an hour.

   gets bigger and bigger.

   The guests in the teahouse were all trapped in the teahouse and could not walk. This group of people could only rub the tea and listen to the storytellers to pass the time.

  As it approached noon, the sky was still dark and dark, and the dark clouds had not subsided.

   On the street, due to the lack of drainage system, bursts of turbulent flooded half of the street, like a shallow stream, and the sound of water was constant.

Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu also sat on the second floor for half an hour. Yi Rin asked people to add tea from time to time. Xiao Er, who was carrying the teapot, looked at Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu after adding the teapot for the sixth time. Something was wrong.

  Wang Xiaohu was also a little nervous, did they sit here for a long time, and if they delayed, they would cause trouble in minutes.

   Don't get me wrong, Wang Xiaohu is not worried about the two of them, but about the people in the teahouse.

   Anyone who witnessed the **** scene of Yi Rin killing a robber would not naively think that Yi Rin was an innocent young man with no power.

   "Speaking of which, Brother Lin, are we not leaving yet?"

   "Go?" Yi Rin finally opened his eyes and looked at the latter speechlessly: "Where to go?"

   "Ah this?" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "I don't know that."

   "That's enough." Yi Rin finally took a sip of the cold tea in front of him, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "Gathering information in this environment is really tiring."

  Come, come, come!

  Wang Xiaohu shook his spirit and came to the spirit.

   is Ringo's dialect!

   "Gathering... intelligence?"

  Wang Xiaohu asked.

  Irin explained with a smile: "A place where fish and dragons are mixed is the easiest place to collect information. When people are relaxing, sometimes they even accidentally leak out some secrets and reveal some secrets."

"Brother Lin, what do you mean?" Wang Xiaohu first quietly stretched out his finger and poked downwards, meaning "tea guest downstairs", then he looked at Yi Rin with a little more admiration: "Brother Lin, What do you know?"

   The corners of Irin's mouth rose and she smiled. Just as she was about to say something, a strange movement came from downstairs.

   "Shh."

  Irin made a silent gesture towards Wang Xiaohu, but he stood up, walked to the eaves on the second floor, and looked out.

   in the torrential rain.

  A white-clothed guest with a snow-white paper umbrella came slowly and stepped on the water.

   (end of this chapter)