Chapter 13 Bamboo Forest Sword Like the Wind

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In the next few days, Song Nan had to pick up those books that smelled of mildew and forced herself to immerse herself in ancient books that were obscure and difficult to read, and wanted to really become a reader of this era. Unfortunately, all this was futile, and Song Nan found that she could not understand the words in the book. Resonate, let alone control them to write eight articles that can please the examiners.

One afternoon, Song Nan finally couldn't stand it. She left her books and walked out of the house and wandered on the street. Although the early winter sun was not warm, the cold air and high sky temporarily dispelled the haze of her heart. After wandering on the street for more than half an hour, Song Nan suddenly found herself in a familiar place. Fang.

It may be a little far-fetched to be familiar. This is the small hotel where I drank with Weiqianhu Jiangbin in Weizhou that day. Maybe it is elegant and clean, or maybe I was so impressed by the grace of the woman named Aunt Fang that I unconsciously walked here.

Song Nan shook her head mockingly and thought that since she came here, it would be better to have a drink. Although there is no basis for drinking to drown her sorrows, she has been very depressed these days. It is not a good thing to get drunk.

When I opened the courtyard door and walked in, the furnishings in the courtyard were different from the last time I came here. Maybe because the weather turned cold, the tables and chairs in the yard were gone, but the door of the main room was open, but there was no sound. I thought that the guests had dispersed after the meal time.

Song Nan stepped into the house, found a table by the window and sat down. He tapped the table and looked around to look for the store clerk. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Song Nan was a little puzzled that the little restaurant was already a little strange when it opened in a secluded place. What's more strange is that the guests came but no one greeted them. It's strange that such a business can survive. Weird.

"Do you have a buddy to say hello?" Song Nan shouted loudly.

It was still silent everywhere. Song Nan was a little disappointing and got up to leave. Suddenly, she faintly heard some strange sounds. Song Nan listened carefully. The sound seemed to come from the back door.

Driven by curiosity, Song Nan followed the sound and opened the curtain of the back door. The sound was clearer, and there was a sound of delicate scolding outside the mixed footsteps. Song Nan walked along the small stone road at the back door, and a green bamboo forest appeared in front of her, and the sound of delicate scolding came from the opposite the bamboo forest.

Song Nan penned through the bamboo forest, hidden between the bamboo leaves and bamboo poles, and slowly pushed away the covered branches and looked out, but saw a flat open space appeared in front of him. There was a green woman's long jacket hanging on a wooden shelf in the southern corner of the open space, but there was no one in the open space. She listened carefully and listened carefully. The sound also disappeared.

While Song Nan was puzzled, she suddenly felt cold on her cheeks. She looked sideways and was so scared that her hair stood up. A green light was pressing against her face against her neck, and then a cold woman's voice sounded in her ear: "Don't move, don't blame the slave's house to cut your head."

Song Nan quickly raised his hands and said, "Don't be impulsive. I just came here to drink, but I didn't do anything bad."

The woman said coldly, "When you drink, why do you come to the backyard? If you peek secretly, you must be an unfaithful person.

Song Nan said anxiously, "I called several times but no one paid attention to it. When I heard a sound in the backyard, I came to see if anyone was greeting me. What's wrong?"

The woman wondered, "No one greeted? Is it that Qingli's girl is lazy again?"

Song Nan whispered, "Can I put down my hand?" Can you take the girl's sword far away? This thing is not a joke. If you shake your hand, my life will be gone.

The woman giggled, and the sword light flashed, followed by the sound of vicissitudes, and the long sword went into the sheath. Song Nan was relieved and touched her cold cheeks and turned around. She saw a woman standing in plain clothes. It was the restaurant woman's aunt.

Her pretty face was slightly red, and there were fine sweat on her forehead. Her long hair was neatly wrapped in green cloth behind her head, and her exquisite figure was beautifully set off, and her whole body exuded a heroic charm. If it hadn't been for the same face, Song Nan would not have been as last time. The graceful woman who arrived connected.

"Aren't you... Mr. Song?" Aunt Fang recognized Song Nan and said with wide eyes.

"Isn't it me? I didn't expect to be pointed by the girl with a sword at the second meeting. I dare not come to your shop again. Song Nan smiled bitterly.

A trace of blush flashed on Aunt Fang's delicate face and giggled, "This is rude. I still regard it as a short-sighted thief peeping here. If I had known it was Mr. Song, I would definitely not have been so rude."

Song Nan waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter. It turns out that Aunt Fang is still a master of martial arts, but I didn't see it."

Aunt Fang squeezed her lips and smiled and said, "It's just a family martial arts. There are no brothers in the family, so my father taught me some martial arts. In the afternoon, I came here to practice when I had nothing to do. I'm not a martial arts master. I laughed."

Song Nan laughed and said, "For me, who has no power to bind chickens, a master is a master. A woman who can do martial arts must be a master. Girls don't have to be modest."

Song Nan finally understood that the last time she came here to drink with Jiang Bin, when she saw Jiang Bin's coveting look at this aunt, she still wondered why Jiang Bin did not forcibly occupy it. This aunt actually knew martial arts. It seems that this must be one of the reasons why Jiang Bin did not dare to make a come.

"I asked Qingli's girl to take care of her. This girl must have been lazy and walked away, so Mr. Song had no one to take care of her, but it was the fault of the slave family. Mr. Song waited for a moment, and the slave family took his clothes and came. The prince went back to the store to sit down, and the slave family came to greet him." Aunt Fang turned around with a smile and walked out of the bamboo forest. Song Nan watched her waist swing as thin as willow branches, and her wonderful round buttocks twisted slightly, and she couldn't help swallowing saliva. After seeing the long sword at her waist, she quickly withdrew her eyes and dared not look more, and returned to the store along the original road.

I don't know when there was one more person in the store. A 15 or 16-year-old beautiful girl was wiping the table with a cloth around her apron. When she saw Song Nan coming in through the back door, she was surprised and said, "Who are you? How did you come in through the back door?"

Song Nan smiled bitterly and said, "I don't want to. No one cares about me, so I have to go to the boss's wife by myself."

The girl was surprised and said, "What? Did you go to my cousin? You...you, didn't you let your cousin know that I stole out?"

When Song Nan saw the girl's delicate and cute, she teased her and said, "If I guess correctly, you must be Miss Qingli. Your cousin said that you are playful and will come to spank you later... That... palm."

The girl stamped her feet in a hurry and pointed to Song Nan and said, "It's all your fault. When is it? It's past lunch time, but you run away. You really don't know each other."

The green shadow flashed, and Aunt Fang lifted the curtain and scolded, "You girl, you are lazy and blame others. You must have gone to the teahouse on the street to listen to books again. You are crazy all day long."

Qing Li spit out her tongue and quickly changed the topic and said, "What do you want to eat and drink?"

Song Nan found a position and sat down and said, "Just a few small dishes and a pot of wine. It doesn't matter how the dishes are. The wine should be strong."

Aunt Fang smiled and said, "Mr. Song also likes spirits, which is beyond the expectation of the slave family. I thought that such a show would require some rice wine."

Song Nan sighed, "Only strong wine can eliminate sadness. What's the use of rice wine?"

Aunt Fang didn't know why, and Fu said, "I went to change my clothes. The prince sat down for a moment. The slave family came to accompany the prince to apologize later. It's time to be more offended."

Song Nan waved her hand and looked at the bleak autumn scenery outside the window and said anything. Aunt Fang turned around and went up to the attic from a staircase behind the counter. The girl Qingli worked quickly and brought a few dishes and a small can of wine on a tray and put them on the table.

Song Nan reached out and grabbed the wine jar and poured a full glass. He drank it all, but he felt a hot line of fire from his throat to his chest and abdomen, which was extremely violent, and his forehead suddenly sweated.

"Good wine! Ah, it's exciting." Song Nan said with her tongue out.

Qing Li covered her mouth and laughed like a prank. She had long expected that Song Nan would not stand the spicy liquor and waited to see his joke.

"Qingli, you are messing around again. Did you take the strongest Yiliqu wine? Mr. Song is a scholar. How can he live? Aunt Fang came downstairs with a meticulous bun and changed into a red short jacket and purple skirt.

"Didn't he ask for strong wine? Am I wrong again?" Qingli pouted her little red lips.

Song Nan picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth to chew. He laughed and said, "It doesn't matter. Don't blame her. This wine is just right. It's very strong."

Qing Li heard Song Nan say this and made a grimace to Aunt Fang. Aunt Fang stretched out her jade finger and poked her on her forehead and said anly, "It's your luck."