"Don't bother doing anything, you all went to pour Song Gongzi!" The old servant suddenly drank towards the four maids. ()

"Yes!"

The four maids answered in unison, and hurried forward.

Song Yan had already picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat with a fragrant fragrance and sent it to his mouth, but at this moment, he suddenly stopped moving and looked at the old servant and asked, "You won't poison the dish, right? ? "

Hearing that the old servant's face was stiff and faintly darkened, but he responded politely: "Please rest assured that Song Gongzi is not poisonous!"

"That's good." Song Yan smiled, put the pieces of meat in his mouth and chewed, then nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, yes, the craftsmanship of the county master's house is really extraordinary, and it's better than that of our house chef. The dishes are much better. "

Immediately, Song Yan looked at the old servant again: "Will you also sit down together?"

"How dare the old slave," said the old servant lightly.

"Okay, if you don't want to, just forget it!" Song Yan smiled, looking at Tian Lao who hadn't moved his chopsticks, and said, "Tian Lao, you eat, this is the first time to come to the county main house for dinner."

I heard that Tian Lao was a little bit crying, and secretly said, "Ancestral ancestors, what time is it? You still want to eat."

"My son please."

A maid brought the poured drinks to Song Ye.

"Well, it's so sweet." Song Yan praised, took a drink and drank, then stared at the maid, "What's your name?"

Hearing that the maid was blushing, and some panicked, "Return to the son, the slave is called Qiu Yun."

"Well, the name is good, come, fill me up again." Song Yan said with a smile.

Seeing this scene, the old servant looked strange.

Time passed slowly, Song Yong had eaten most of the dishes on the table, and even the spirit wine drank three bottles, but the master of Qingping County never appeared.

"Hey, when is your county master coming, I'm almost full!" Song Yan asked the old servant again.

"Song Gongzi is calm and impatient, the county master will arrive soon," said the old servant calmly.

After another half an hour, Song crackled down his chopsticks and touched his belly: "Hey, how full!"

Just then, a voice sounded:

"The county chief is here."

"Greetings to the Lord!"

The old servant kneeled to the ground with four maids, and then she saw the Qingping county leader leading the small county king Wu Wuyang and two maids.

When the so-called enemies met, they were extremely jealous. As soon as they saw Song Kun, Wu Siyang couldn't help showing a vicious expression and stared at him. The next moment, he screamed, "Song Xu, you are so bold, Why didn't you worship my aunt? "

Song Yan asked, "The Lord of Qingping County is not a dead man. What worship should I worship? It is not impossible if you really want me to worship, and how can I offer a few incense for free?"

"You wanton!" Wen Yan said, Wu Siyang could not help but be furious.

"The fangs are sharp and rude!" Qing Pingjun said slowly, looking at Song Yan's eyes with a bit of disgust and contempt.

"Hey." Song Yan smiled, and his face regained his serious look: "Everyone in Qingping County understands people. Now that I have eaten the food and drunk the wine, you can just tell the truth."

"Since you understand people, then I will tell you straight away. As long as you do two things, I can not blame you in the past!" Qingping County Lord slowly said.

"Speak to hear." Song Yan said with ease.

"First, return the Makino-gun King's Mansion to Siyang, and then you will serve him for five hundred years; second, give me the Green Sword, you can do these two things, and I will never blame it!"

Hearing that, Song Ming's mouth slightly traced a radian: "These two conditions don't sound difficult to accomplish. Unfortunately, my bones are a bit hard and I don't have the habit of being a slave, so sorry, you two I can't do that! "

The Qingping County host's face suddenly cooled down: "Do you really not agree?"

"Fuck!" Suddenly, Song Yan's face suddenly pointed at Qingping County Master and cursed: "Are you stupid girl deaf? I told you all, I didn't agree or you didn't agree, you asked a fart what!"

Seeing this scene, the old servant was dumbfounded, as soon as the servant girl was dumbfounded, and Tianlao was dumbfounded, and even Wu Siyang was dumbfounded, and then he was very excited because Song Yan was so abusive to his aunt, and he must escape.

As for the host of Qingping County, his face was covered with a layer of frost, and his voice was filled with a murderous indestructible: "What do you say? Dare to say it again!"

An abusive smile appeared on Song Yan's face: "Ha, why don't you dare? I have seen many strange requests, but I have never seen you take the initiative to curse. Since you want to hear it again, that little master I just scolded you again. The smelly **** listened well. If you want to listen again, the little master will charge you. The little master said, is Nima deaf? If you do n’t agree, you just do n’t agree, and ask fart!"

"Aunt killed him, kill him soon!"

Wu Siyang shouted.

"Humph!"

With a cold hum, the host of Qingping County raised his hand and nodded.

It is pointed out that a transparent sword that penetrated the biting cold gasified into a flash of lightning and went straight to Song Yan's chest.

"Hey!"

Song Yan laughed strangely, and raised his hand and pointed out.

"puff!"

The fingers and the sword slammed together. Suddenly, an extremely cold burst broke out. Unexpectedly, Song Xuan's entire arm condensed with a layer of frost, and it spread at a very fast speed. Give it freeze.

"boom!"

The immortal force in the body burst out suddenly, just like the rushing Yangtze River, instantly dissipating that cold and cold force, but at this moment, another force burst out and hit his body.

"Oh!"

Song Yi's body shook backwards a few steps before he was able to stabilize his body.

Seeing this, the host of Qingping County was a bit surprised, but Song Ye could still block her blow, but then she seemed to think of something, staring at Song Ye: "Are you a disciple of Huangmai?"

Hearing the word Huangmai, the old servant's eyes narrowed suddenly, but others didn't know what Huangmai was.

"you guess!"

Song Zheng straightened his body and smiled, but there was a dignity in his eyes.

The master of Pingping County said again, "For your sake of being a disciple of Huangmai, give up the sword of Qingye and the residence of the King's Mansion of Makino-gun, and I can let you go!"

"Aunt, no, you can't let him go so easily!" Wu Siyang could not help but hurriedly yelled.

But no one paid attention to him.

Song Yan's voice sounded again: "Since you know that I am a disciple of Huang Mai, you should know that my people of Huang Mai are not the kind of people who are indifferent to perfection. If I really promise you, I am not worthy of being a disciple of Huang Mai ! "

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Qingping County sneered.

Song Yan shrugged: "I'm afraid, but I don't think you can kill me. Besides, I can still escape if I can't fight, I can also rescue the soldier if I can't escape, the elders of the Phoenix veins can't watch me Killed by your bitch? "

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