Riding the Pheonix Chapter 297: Please

"Some things won't happen if you don't face them." A sudden voice interrupted their conversation.

Yang Shu turned around and saw Xuan Fei standing with his hands behind his back, and felt not very good.

Xuanfei ignored his expression, walked closer slowly, and spoke to Mingwei: "Did you never miss a word about that matter?"

Mingwei shook his head: "I just found some clues before, but I'm not sure this is the truth."

She knew very well how much impact that incident had on Yang Shu, and once she said it out loud, it would overturn his life. She won't say anything casually without concrete evidence.

As the two asked and answered, they clearly revealed that they shared a common secret. Yang Shu, who felt that he was excluded, was unhappy and asked her: "You told him something but not me?"

The person who answered his question was not Mingwei, but Xuanfei: "She didn't say it, I guessed it myself."

Unexpectedly, Yang Shu was even more unhappy. He could guess it, but he didn't realize it...

"What happened?"

Xuanfei immediately asked him, "Don't you want to hear it?"

"..." Yang Shu gritted his teeth and asked Mingwei, "What do you want to say?"

Mingwei didn't expect that Xuanfei's two or three words would provoke him to ask. She was angry and funny: "Don't pay attention to what he said. If you really don't want to know, just don't ask."

As soon as Yang Shu turned his head, he saw the corners of Xuan Fei's mouth raised slightly. His smile seemed gentle, but yet it was provocative, as if he was making a joke that he didn't even have the courage to listen.

He asked without hesitation: "Didn't you say you let me make my own choice? I think I still want to hear it."

Mingwei sighed: "Are you sure?"

He nodded firmly: "Very sure."

Before she could say anything, Xuanfei said again: "Don't you want peace in the world? Why, you finally found a small chance of success, but you gave up for the sake of your children's personal relationship?"

These words are irritating her.

But Mingwei was not angry and replied: "I have to bear what I should bear. It is not selfish to ask him to sacrifice for my ideals. Everyone has the right to choose his own life. You can't just because If he is loved by me, he will lose this right."

Xuanfei: "..."

Why is he going to such trouble to provoke? Don't you just want that kid to stand up on his own? It was good for her, not only did she not help him, she also spoke for that boy! It’s really tiring.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Yang Shu's heart suddenly blossomed.

Why do these four words "Beloved by me" sound so pleasant to your ears?

He thought about it happily for a while, and when he saw Xuan Fei's depressed look, he became even happier and said: "I probably know what you want to say. I have suspected this matter for a long time, but it is just difficult to accept it emotionally. Now He has no scruples at all and is planning to tear off this layer of skin. There is really no need for me to continue to lie to myself."

Seeing that there was no reluctance on his face, but a bit more emotion, Mingwei nodded: "Okay, since you are willing, then just listen."

After saying that, she looked at Xuan Fei.

Xuanfei was confused by her: "Why do you want me to tell you about you?"

Mingwei spread his hands: "Aren't you very happy to say it? You said it even though I didn't ask you."

"..."

"It's okay if you don't want to say it. I'll talk to him slowly in private."

Her smiling look made Xuan Fei feel a strong sense of crisis.

Let her say it in private, and you won’t add any fuel to the fire, right? Forget it, just say it!

"Okay, let's talk about the last time we watched the stars..."

……

In front of a small shop near the south gate, Fu Jin took a deep breath and murmured: "Wang Ji Braised Pork Head, after twenty years, I can finally eat it again."

As he spoke, he straightened his clothes, stepped into the shop refreshed, and shouted: "Boss, cut up a pound of pig head meat, a pig's trotter, two ounces of pig tongue, and two ounces of pig ears. Two plates of delicious food. For a side dish, give me another two ounces of Lao Baigan!"

"Okay! Sit down for a moment!"

When the drinker at the table heard this, he gave him a thumbs up: "When you hear the presentation of the order, you know that sir is a good eater."

Fu Jin always behaves like a human being in front of others. He bowed his hand to the other person in a gentle manner: "I'm just kidding. I haven't set foot in the capital for twenty years, so I miss this guy who stutters."

The other party laughed: "Sir, you are such a cheerful person."

Between drinkers, it is easy to strike up a conversation as long as wine is used as a medium. According to this plot, the two parties should hit it off immediately and talk about everything. With Mr. Fu's ability, he has a way to get useful information within the time of a drink.

The boss cut the stewed vegetables and served them quickly.

Fu Jin took a sip intoxicatedly and picked up a thinly sliced ​​piece of braised pork head

"Mr. Fu?"

The sudden sound made Fu Jin's hands shake in shock, and the pork head fell back onto the plate.

He raised his head and saw a young man standing in front of the table.

Depending on age, upwards are twenty-five and downwards are thirty. He is tall and tall, has a handsome face, wears elegant and calm clothes, and has an indifferent expression with no sadness or joy.

Behind him was a guqin, with a small part of its body exposed from its cover. Judging by the wood, it was a good piano.

A luthier? wrong.

Although Fu Jin is a scholar, he has traveled around the world since he was young, studying under teachers, and also learned some self-defense swordsmanship. It is obvious at a glance that this man is not only good at martial arts, but also a master. ~IndoMTL.com~A master, follow him to a street shop? He has been very peaceful these years. Where did he find his enemies?

Fu Jin has begun to recall whether he made an enemy when he was young and his son or nephew grew up to take revenge...

"But Mr. Fu Jinfu?" The other party spoke again.

Fu Jin cheered up and replied: "Yes, I am exactly that. May I ask you..."

"I'll rest in peace."

Fu Jin said "Oh", well, there should be no one named Ning in Qiu's family. However, maybe he is not his nephew, but his apprentice?

"Any advice?" He still held the chopsticks in his hand, thinking about which acupoint it would be best to hit the opponent when he strikes first.

It's killing me! In the past twenty years, he had been drinking and eating every day at Santai Academy, but he hadn't practiced much in swordsmanship! It's okay to fight a few hooligans, but it seems it's faster to surrender when fighting against masters.

"If you have something to do, sir, please come over." Ning Xiu replied in a calm tone, and it was completely unclear whether he was friendly or hostile.

Fu Jin thought about it and asked: "I am currently living in Prime Minister Lu's house. If it takes a long time, I am afraid I will have to file a lawsuit."

Ning Xiu said expressionlessly: "Sir, don't worry, I will ask someone to pass on the message."

Fu Jin added: "I have another student, Lord Jingzhao Yin Jiang. I have an appointment with him later, so I'm afraid I have to let him know."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Jiang already knows." After Ning Xiu said this, he stepped forward and clasped his shoulders, "We don't have much time, so I can give you a helping hand."

Seeing himself being dragged out of the shop, Fu Jin tried to hit someone's acupuncture point with the chopsticks he still held in his hand, but was easily flicked away in an instant.

He turned back and shouted: "Wait a minute! Boss, pack first!"...