Chapter 300

Unfortunately, the two people at the door chatted for a few words and then stopped talking. The only information about their identities that Zhao heard was the two words "Hexi".

Damn! You two are not eating, so why can't you chat for a few more words? Zhao kept shouting in his heart. But the two people didn't want to chat, and he couldn't force them to chat, so he had to lower his head and drink and eat meat silently.

But his attention kept drifting to the two people, hoping that they would continue to chat more.

"What are you thinking about? You don't even want to eat meat?" The fat and big-eared middle-aged man was picking his nails with a kitchen knife. He occasionally turned his head and saw Zhao Jue paused and asked with his chin raised.

"Woo woo woo, um um um, wow wow!"

After swallowing the meat in his mouth, Zhao Jue waved his hand to indicate that the meat was too old and he was chewing hard.

"So he is a mute!" The fair-skinned young man opposite covered his mouth and laughed.

"Bang!" The wine pot fell to the ground, and the fragments and wine splashed everywhere.

Zhao Jue stood up suddenly and pointed at the fair-skinned young man angrily. There were noises of "wooooooooooooooooooooooo", one louder than the other, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

The scholar sitting next to him hugged Zhao Jue by the waist, waved his hand and shouted: "Actor, what are you doing? People are not born dumb! They are dumb because of poison!"

Although the others continued to comfort him, Zhao Jue still shook off the scholar's hand, bared his teeth and claws and roared a few times, looked around at everyone with anger, and walked out with his sleeves.

The scholar left a sentence "Hold it back! This is a first-class!" and chased after him.

Fortunately, Zhao didn't go far, just sat outside in the open space and looked at the sky. The scholar was relieved.

Although it was out of the Jiangnan area, it was not to Hexi after all. The tentacles of the Jinyiwei were everywhere. If they were discovered by the Jinyiwei, not only would the Hu people be caught, but even they would be in danger.

The old mother Wusheng in the temple sighed, "You all should restrain yourself and just curse the barbarian. If he runs away, we will miss the opportunity and who knows how much trouble we will cause!"

"This is not Hexi! Don't think that you can do whatever you want with a few of us little masters here. If you are discovered by the Jinyiwei, the three of us can't protect you!"

"It's just a little master. There are a lot of them in the Jinyiwei. There are three sitting in Bianzhou alone! Keep your mouth shut, especially you, the actor!"

The fair-skinned young man nodded, his eyes flashing back and forth, and he argued, "I don't know..."

"Then shut up and don't talk!" The old mother Wusheng scolded angrily, then turned her head to the side and said no more.

Zhao Jue outside stared at the sky, his face full of the word "bored". At this time, a few crows suddenly cried in the distance, followed by a few falcons.

The scholar leaning against the door frame heard the call of the falcon and asked in confusion: "Are there falcons in Jiangnan?"

"It's not normal to have bamboo shoots in the bamboos of Jiangnan?" The hunchbacked old man joked.

"Farmer, I'm talking about the falcons flying in the sky!"

The hunchbacked old man waved his hand and shook his head and said: "This is not the frontier, where does the falcon come from?"

The scholar murmured, "Strange, how can I hear the sound of the falcon? It's really strange."

"My ears are broken." The tall middle-aged man smiled.

"Your ears are broken, blacksmith."

While several people were joking and playing, Zhao walked into the temple with his hands behind his back. He sat down and took a sip of the wine, shook his head and picked up the other pots one by one, smelled them and put them down with disgust.

Finally, he grabbed a piece of meat and ate it, nodded, and walked and ate the meat in the temple. One hand was behind his back from beginning to end, which seemed quite leisurely.

The fat middle-aged man was puzzled, pointing at Zhao and asked: "What are you doing? Why are you eating while walking?"

"It's probably the custom of the Hu people. Don't pay attention to him, cook." The goat beard laughed.

After walking a few rounds, the meat in his hand was finished. Zhao clapped his hands, walked out with his hands behind his back, leaned against the big tree in the yard, and looked up at the sky.

Seeing this, the scholar was relieved and ate and drank with everyone. Only the two Wusheng old mothers, the old woman and the masked man did not eat meat and drink.

After all, they were old and their teeth were not very good, so they really couldn't bite.

Within two quarters of an hour, the six people who were drinking and eating meat felt dizzy at the same time. The person in front of them turned from one to two, and they were confused and couldn't see clearly. The land under their feet was also spinning, and they couldn't stand steadily, and they were swaying and about to fall down.

"What are you doing? Eat meat and drink wine, then eat meat and drink wine, why are you all dancing? Accountant, farmer, how old are you two? Are you following the young people to make trouble?" The old woman looked at the six people dancing and couldn't help but scolding.

"What a disgrace!"

The accountant waved his hand, raised his eyelids with difficulty to see that it was the old woman, and said helplessly: "Old Mother Wuji, it's not us who are dancing, but the ground is soft and soft, and it rotates back and forth. Otherwise, we can't stand steadily."

The cook and the blacksmith also echoed: "Yes, yes, we can't dance, it's the ground that is unstable!"

Similarly, the actor and the scholar also complained, "This ground is really shaky, sometimes high and sometimes low, it's not our fault!"

"Nonsense!" Old Mother Wuji said angrily.

She walked a few steps with the bamboo stick and shouted, "This ground is obviously very flat, why are you talking nonsense?"

The Wusheng Old Mother and the masked man also looked over, and the two looked at each other in confusion, and both shook their heads to indicate that they didn't know what was going on.

The six people were still swaying, and the fat and big-eared cook couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply lay on his back on the ground. The other five people also sat down one after another, but they were still swaying randomly and shaking their heads.

Three puzzled eyes stared at the six people. Wusheng Old Mother lowered her eyes, the masked man swept up and down, left and right, and Wuji Old Mother patted them one by one.

Asked: "What on earth is going on?"

A teasing voice came from the door, "What else can it be, poisoned. Can't you see it?"

Poisoned? The three nodded, feeling that it made some sense. But soon they reacted. They didn't say anything, and this strange voice came from the door again. Could it be...

The three of them turned their heads quickly and saw Zhao Jue with a relaxed smile on his face.

Seeing that familiar face and hearing the familiar voice, Wusheng Old Mother and the sitting scholar changed their faces drastically, and asked in surprise: "Aren't you poisoned and mute? How can you still speak?"

"When did I say I was poisoned and mute?" Zhao Jue shook his finger and explained in a joking tone: "I just said I was poisoned, but I didn't say I was poisoned and mute."

Several people reacted quickly, especially Wusheng Old Mother. She frowned, pointed at Zhao and asked, "Aren't you the Hu who escaped from the prison in Bianzhou?"

Zhao smiled sarcastically, then snorted contemptuously, and his smile gradually became mocking.

"I'm definitely not! Heaven and earth are conscientious, you are wrongly accusing a good person! From beginning to end, I never said I was!"

"I didn't say a word, how could you think I was?"