The biography of Gu Qi, a poor girl

Soon, a boy dressed as a book boy entered the inn, and said loudly: "Everyone, my son and I went to the city late today, and we searched for several inns but there were no vacancies for us to stay overnight. Give the spare room to my son. My son is willing to pay double the price."

The asking price of the guest rooms in the city is not low, so if you are willing to pay double, it is naturally a big deal.It's a pity that the person who can keep a room in the inn is a person who is short of money.

Sure enough, everyone in the inn pretended not to hear what was said, and even mocked: "What a big tone!"

"It's really a fat sheep. I'm afraid people don't know how much money your son has."

"It's a pity that grandpas have a lot of money, so they just don't want to change places."

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"How do you guys talk? If you want to change, you can change it. If you don't want to change it, forget it. Why do you want to hurt people!"

The boyishness of the book is not good, but the male duck in the voice-changing period can't utter the slightest anger, but with the jokes, it caused several people in the world to roar with laughter.

Among them, the one who laughed the loudest was a big man with a red face, after the big man laughed, he suddenly rolled his eyes and said: "A little boy who can't speak clearly dares to speak wild words in front of grandpa.

If your son wants a room in the inn, let him come in and beg for grandpa.

If you can make grandpa happy to serve you, you don't need a penny, grandpa will give up half of the bed to your son tonight. "

"Old Zhuang, are you committing lust again?"

Next to the red-faced man, another long-faced man with a big knife on his back smiled obscenely: "You have never seen what this kid's master looks like, so you dare to promise, you are not afraid of being ugly."

"What are you afraid of, this kind of son who goes out with a book boy is probably a frail little boy raised in the house. It doesn't matter how he looks, at least he has thin skin and tender flesh.

As long as the leather is tender enough and thin enough, it won't make much difference if the lights are turned off. "

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Oh ho, this taste is strong enough.

Gu Qi drank his tea and watched the excitement quite leisurely.

Although the other diners in the inn also disliked the man's rough speech, it seemed to these few people that they had a lot of lives on their hands. No one would be willing to offend these quacks when they were away from home.

Naturally, no one would help a little book boy to come forward.

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Shutong was young, and when he heard such nasty words for the first time, he was immediately dumbfounded. When he came back to his senses, his face flushed with embarrassment:

"What nonsense are you talking about, you are so shameless!"

The red-faced man named Lao Zhuang was even more proud when he heard the words: "Hahaha! Look at this kid, he speaks cursing words in a polite and twisted way, like pinching a little lady, isn't his son even more so."

"You! You wait for me!" The book boy was not good at it, but he was not stupid. Knowing that the hero would not suffer from the immediate disadvantages, he quickly exited the inn while talking harshly, and went straight to the carriage.

Look at this, it's time to sue.

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It was indeed to file a complaint, and soon a young man in white came in from the door.

The man had a slender figure and a handsome face. The weather was obviously not hot, but he held a folding fan in his hand.Behind the man was the book boy who had just left, and a middle-aged man dressed in black and holding a knife.

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"Look, Seventh Master, just now that little baby brought thugs to find a place." Song Dagui didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

Gu Qi would not think it a big deal if it was someone else, but the person in front of him...

Gu Qi grinned his teeth.

Why does this person look so similar to that pack of napkins?

About the same height, about the same shoulder-to-width ratio, about half the facial features, and almost ninety percent similar face shapes.to say

The difference, with the same appearance, the scholar's face can only be regarded as delicate and elegant at best, while this person's appearance is more refined and handsome, with a little bit of extravagance.

This difference is like upgrading soft-pack napkins to hard-pack fine-pack napkins.

The one-and-five turned into a three-and-five gap.

"Hey, Qi Ye, why does this person look so much like Mr. Feng?" Song Dagui had dealt with Feng Qing many times, and he said in surprise:

"It's just that Mr. Feng seems to have a good temper. This person is not easy to get close to. His eyes look like they grow on the top of his head."

Feng Qing has a good temper?

This is because you have forgotten how you cheated your brothers in Xiaoqi Village back then.

Gu Qi glanced at the door, saw that there was already a conflict there, and reminded: "Don't interrupt other people's affairs, just watch."

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"My lord, just now these two people were full of foul language." The book boy pointed at the red-faced man surnamed Zhuang, and said angrily, "Uncle Liu, you must avenge your lord."

"Master?" Uncle Liu ignored the book boy, turned around and asked the man in white beside him.

"The lesson is, don't kill people."

The man in white looked indifferent, and his voice was equally indifferent.This point is not the same as that scholar.

But since a person can deliberately change his appearance, it is not difficult to change his voice.

"Sure enough, he is a pretty little boy with a pretty face."

The red-faced Lao Zhuang obviously didn't pay attention to the words of the three people in front of him. Instead, he stared straight at the man in white with fiery eyes:

"Young master, I don't have a place to live. Come to grandpa. Grandpa's guest room is spacious and the bed is big enough for the two of us."

"Looking for death, Uncle Liu, break this guy's hands and feet for me."

"Yes, son."

Uncle Liu ordered him to draw his sword and slash at the red-faced man.

The red-faced Lao Zhuang was shocked, he didn't expect that the visitor would do it in the inn.Using the tables and chairs to dodge in a panic, Lao Zhuang hit Uncle Liu from the long stick behind him.

Seeing this, the diners around had already swarmed away.

The long-faced man who was walking with the red-faced man was stunned, then drew out his long knife, turned around and slashed at the white-clothed man: "Little white-faced man, you are so brave, you dare to trouble our two brothers. Today, grandpa will send you, little white-faced, back to the west."

The man in white avoided sideways, and the folding fan in his hand was clasped on the side of the long knife, making the sound of metal hitting.

Gu Qi narrowed his eyes, but he didn't expect that this fan turned out to be something else.

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"Qi Ye, do we want to avoid it?" Seeing the bustling people coming, tables, chairs, bowls, chopsticks, and dishes were scattered all over the floor, Song Dagui was afraid that it would hurt the fish in the pond.

"Don't worry, when you finish eating this steamed stuffed bun, the fun will almost be over."

"So fast? No, it's all done like this." Song Dagui was puzzled.

"I'm afraid you don't have to wait until your buns are finished." Gu Qi smiled.

Although the red-faced man had a strong figure and a gangster face, and his eyes were red when he was attacking, he was a typical gangster who carried his life on his back; when such a person faced ordinary people, killing people was as simple as chopping vegetables.

But if he was to face a real master, just relying on this person's lack of three-legged kung fu, he might become a melon that was chopped down in a blink of an eye.

Obviously, that Liu Shu is a real insider.

It was also his old man who had a good life today. The people who came here did not intend to kill people in the city, but just to teach him a lesson, otherwise it would not be as simple as cutting off a hand and a foot.