Infinite: The Protagonist Must Die

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After a while, some people brought in melon and fruit snacks and simple dishes. They are not here to eat, so the dishes are very simple.

Meng Yan poured a glass of wine to Gao Xianda and gave him a glass. Gao Xianda took a sip, it was just ordinary liquor, and it seemed to have water. Gao Xianda drank a good drink from the army in the past few days, and was also lacking in taste for such ordinary goods.

Since the wine and dishes were not smooth, Gao Xianda was not interested in continuing to consume it. He said: "What the **** are you doing?"

However, Meng Yan made a gesture, interrupted Gao Xianda's words, and whispered, "Be careful of the walls and ears."

Seeing him mysterious, Gao Xianda can only stop.

After a while, a dozen girls led the turtle slave into the house with a twist, and stood in a row, saluting together: "Guest is good!"

They are probably the first cards in this store, and the clothes on them are carefully cut, which are several grades higher than the overall aura of the women who stand outside and pull the street. And the rouge gouache they use is also much higher, with a light and elegant smell, and does not want to choke the nose elsewhere. Among these women, there are indeed a few of them who are quite handsome, even less than 7 points. Even Gao Xianda couldn't help but glanced a little.

Although Meng Yan took the initiative to pull Gao Xiandala into this firework place, he did not seem to have any interest in these women, and his eyes did not stay too much on these people.

He just asked casually: "Which of you sings better?"

At that time, two people stepped forward and replied that they were from a serious Nanban background, and Jinling minor sang very authentically. One of them also said that he was a person from Qinhuai, who had been taught by a serious teacher, and he was the same as Chen Yuanyuan, who was famous all over the world.

Gao Xianda had never been to such a place and was very surprised to hear what they said. But Meng Yan's face was plain, just let them sing a few words casually.

The two of them had also cooperated before, and the guys carried everything with them. One was playing the piano and the other was playing the board, and he sang a few words. Gao Xianda had never heard Jinling minor, but only felt that the two men sang one at a time, the singing melody was gentle, and the voice was melodious, which was quite meaningful.

When Gao Xianda saw that the two women had a good appearance and sang well, she glanced at Meng Yan and said, "Is it alright?"

Meng Yan shook his head and said, "Although you sing well, it is not the local charm of Qinhuai. It sounds like something from the surrounding suburban counties."

The blushing face blushed and replied: "Uncle, you are a real person. The little girl is actually a person from Zhenjiang Dashiqiao. She has only been to Nanjing a few times. In fact, she still learns tunes in Yangzhou. The luthier actually served Chen Yuanyuan."

Meng Yan smiled and said nothing.

In addition, the one who played Fuqin was not even from the Jiangsu people, and he dared not answer, but bowed his head back.

Meng Yan threw them two pieces of silver and said, "You sing very well, and these are used to buy tea to moisturize your throat. But I am not here today to listen to the song, which one of you has a louder voice? The bigger the better!"

At this time they did not speak. Those who come to this place of fireworks come to listen to Yingyingyanyan's little song. If you want to listen to the octagonal drum, the overpass is the decent place to go.

But Meng Yan is also the uncle who is willing to make money. Seeing that Meng Yan wants to ask the turtle slaves to replace a group of people, the last woman with a relatively tall figure stands up and says: "If I go back to the uncle, I sang with my family before I came here Two years of clapper, just not enough to learn, I am afraid to stain your ears.

Meng Yan said: "Despite singing!"

Speaking of the woman, she sang a few words in her throat, but the voice was not very pleasant. Her clapper didn't get home, her voice was purplish, and she was high-pitched and sharp, quite like a donkey. If she continues to sing in her hometown, it is estimated to starve to death.

Gao Xianda was quite bored by this, but Meng Yan seemed to be very happy.

"Okay, it's up to you!" Meng Yan drew the silver ingot and threw it over, saying, "Don't care what you sing, repeat it, don't stop the song, make the scene noisy!"

Seeing the beautiful girls leaving the house one after another, Gao Xianda was rather helpless. He felt like he was sitting in a farmyard, a table of farmhouse food, and a fellow from opposite, and a screaming donkey stood beside him. The whole atmosphere was destroyed.

Isn’t it okay to go to the weather place? How did you change to farmhouse?

"Brother Mao seems uncomfortable?" Meng Yan smiled.

Gao Xianda is undecided.

Meng Yan said: "I didn't really want to invite Brother Mao to drink flower wine this time. I just came here to find a cover. The other person's ears are very smart and I have to find some noise to interfere."

Gao Xianda could think of this.

Meng Yan is very familiar with the routines of this kind of scene, and can distinguish people's origins through Xiaoqu. It seems to be a regular. So this time he must be intentional. If you treat him like this, I am afraid that someone would have been killed alive.

"What the **** are you doing?" Gao Xianda asked angrily.

"Speak quietly," Meng Yan said. "Her clapper can't hold your loud voice anymore."

After talking, Meng Yan gently pushed the window open and pointed to the opposite side, saying, "You look over there."

Gao Xianda glanced down the window, and opposite was the Red Mansion. Like Cuiyuxuan, there are also houses facing the street.

At this time, the weather was hot and most of the windows of the room were open, and only the window of one room was tightly closed.

"Is there anything invisible in that room?" Gao Xianda secretly said.

At this time, Meng Yan picked up a chopstick and flicked it with a flick of his hand. The street surface of the pimp alley is not wide, so the absolute distance between the two rooms is not too far. And Meng Yan's finger strength is not bad. I saw that the chopstick hit the window grille.

Meng Yan hastily concealed the windows of his house, leaving only a crack in the door, allowing Gao Xianda to look out.

Hearing the sound on the window, someone pushed the window open and looked out with a probe. Seeing nothing unusual, the window was closed again.

But this glance was enough for Gauchenda to sweep the things in the house.

Gao Xianda may not be familiar with the man's face, but he is very familiar with the two armor standing next to it. There are few pieces of Western-style plate armor in Beijing.

"Don't..." Gao Xianda thought to himself.

"They are all anti-thieves." Meng Yan said, "They are here to assassinate the emperor."

Gao Xianda heard it, immediately put away the shock on his face, and said coldly, "What's the matter with me?"

Meng Yan said: "Don't the world-famous General Manager Rui now become an official, do you care about the emperor's life or death?"

Gao Xianda was not angry, but instead smiled: "Are you piercing my identity like this, aren't you afraid of me killing people?"

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