Legend lost all patience. He frowned, his voice stern, and whispered another order to the big fool.
The big fool pouted and lay down on the bed with a look of grievance.
His hands were tightly clutching the corners of his clothes, his body trembling, and he looked desperate, as if he was about to be ruined.
The legendary sleeves waved again at the big guy.
After a moment, the big guy's two copper bell-like eyes slowly closed as if he was hypnotized.
"Everything that happened tonight will be forgotten when you wake up tomorrow morning."
After the big guy fell asleep, Chuanqi stood by the bed for a while. When he felt it was almost time, he turned around, opened the door and went out.
With a creak, the door opened and Liang Meng, eyes as bright as stars, rushed towards the legend.
Unexpectedly, after getting drunk, his legs lost control and he stumbled and almost fell flat on his face.
Legend hurried forward to support him.
"How is it? Is he okay?"
"Well, he's fine."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything is fine."
"Did you read it carefully?"
"Yes, I read it carefully."
A rosy-faced, responsible voice asked seriously, and a handsome, serious voice answered solemnly.
Liang Meng pouted, looking unhappy. The hemorrhoids hadn't recurred, and his spiritual power was useless.
Phew~ So angry!!
"Master, let's go back. It's already very late. We..."
“No!”
"Not going back? Where else is the Hall Master going?"
"There's still someplace I haven't been."
Liang Meng suddenly smiled mysteriously, tilted his head and spoke to Chuanqi in a low voice.
"Where else is the Hall Master going?"
Legend's face was filled with agony. Help! Are you going to let me live?
Legend swore that after tonight he would never allow a drop of alcohol to appear in Yunmeng Hall again.
Not a single drop!
"Go find Xiang San."
Liang Meng swung his slender arms vigorously in his wide sleeves, looking brave and heroic as if he was about to lead his soldiers to attack cities and seize territories.
"Master, Master, it's late at night. I think Xiang San must have fallen asleep. Why don't we go look for him tomorrow? Master..."
Chuanqi stood there anxiously with his head down, trying to persuade with his hands and feet, his saliva spurting out with his words. When he looked up, he found that his family's head had already turned the corner.
The last thing he saw was a dark shadow, which floated away in a flash.
Legend quickly spread his legs and ran after him.
Unexpectedly, Xiangsan's house was not pitch black, but brightly lit.
There were several big red lanterns burning inside and outside the yard.
In the pitch-black night, the light shines very far away.
Liang Meng raised his hand, pushed open the fence gate and went in as if he was entering his own home.
He shouted "Xiang San Xiang San" in a slurred voice.
"Hall Master?"
Liang Meng stood in the yard with her hands on her waist and her head tilted up at a 45-degree angle, shouting for a long time. During this time, she may have choked on her saliva and coughed a few times.
Xiangsan came out of the house, and the burning lanterns in the yard made it easy for him to see the person coming.
But there was still an expression of disbelief and doubt on his face.
What Xiangsan wore today was completely different from what he wore when he was selling fish in the past.
No, it should be said that they are very different.
When selling fish, he always wore a black long gown, the bottom of which was always pulled up and hung around his waist.
Wet and full of a salty smell.
He always wore a pair of black rain boots on his feet. When he stepped into the muddy and fishy blood, the sound of them gurgling sounded slippery and sticky to his ears.
Today, he was wearing a very bright red long gown and a pair of high boots of the same color with twin flowers embroidered in gold thread on the uppers.
Even the face that had always been dark and thin was now glowing red, and the cheeks supported by the smile were as plump as ripe fruits on the branches.
Liang Meng took a step back, leaned his body sideways, squinted his eyes and looked Xiang San up and down carefully, clicking his tongue.
"Xiang San, what do you do for a living now?"
Liang Meng felt that Xiang San's attire could not be explained by anything other than a successful career and a fortune.
Xiang San's face was full of question marks. His eyebrows, which looked wretched before but now looked energetic, were slightly frowned: The hall master broke into his house drunk in the middle of the night just to find out this?
Before Xiangsan could say anything, Liang Meng staggered two steps to his side, raised his arm and put his arm around Xiangsan's bony shoulders, patted him twice, and smiled teasingly.
"You must tell me if there's anything you can do to make money. I'm really short of money, honestly."
After Liang Meng finished speaking, as if afraid that Xiang San didn't believe her, she spread her hands to him pitifully, meaning: Look, I'm so poor, but my pockets are cleaner than my face.
Xiangsan was in a state of bewilderment.
????
Master, what are you talking about?
"Oh, right."
Liang Meng's problems came quickly and went away even faster.
While Xiangsan was still in a daze, Liang Meng had already forgotten what she had asked Xiangsan, and immediately thought of a new question.
Look at Xiang San, and then look at the brightly lit courtyard, which does not look wealthy but is very clean and tidy.
Asked doubtfully.
"Is there anything going on at home today? Why are there so many lanterns burning?"
"Also, you look very handsome today."
"What? Getting married?"
Liang Meng's mind was not clear, and he spoke without caring whether Xiang San could understand him or not. He just mixed ancient and modern terms indiscriminately.
Xiangsan had been in the business world for many years, and although he only had a vague understanding of Liang Meng's words, he could roughly guess what she meant.
Hearing Liang Meng's last words, his two short thin eyebrows trembled with joy and joined together. He looked at Liang Meng and nodded repeatedly.
"How did the Hall Master know that I was getting married today?"
"Today is indeed the day Honghong and I get married."
Xiang San's smile revealed two rows of uneven teeth, with his two large front teeth sticking out dramatically, appearing yellow under the lantern.
This time it was Liang Meng's turn to be shocked.
She opened her eyes wide, pointed a finger at Xiangsan, and stuttered for a long time before she could utter a complete question.
"Are you getting married today?" Liang Meng's voice broke because it suddenly rose in pitch.
"Yeah." Xiangsan continued to nod vigorously and laughed heartily.
"With whom?" The voice continued to break.
"With Honghong. I mentioned it to the headmaster last time I went to Yunmeng Hall."
"You two have reconciled?"
"Yes."
Xiang San, who didn't know what he was thinking about, pursed his lips, smiled shyly, and twisted his hands in front of him.
"I have to thank the master for this. If it weren't for the master,"
"Master."
A rapid and unstable voice suddenly interrupted Xiangsan's words.
Liang Meng and Xiang San turned to look at the person who came.
I saw Chuanqi holding his waist with one hand and the fence door with the other, breathing heavily.
It seemed as if he had just run over several mountains.
"It's such a short distance and yet we're coming so slowly."
Liang Meng burped, looked at Chuanqi, and rolled up his slightly red eyes, saying something sarcastic and contemptuous.
She made no mention of the traps she had set up along the way to prevent the legends from catching up with her.
This night, some are destined to be happy and some are destined to be sad.
The one who is happy is naturally our hall master.
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