Without waiting for the young master in green clothes to react, the shopkeeper immediately accepted the money and called the waiter to send the two distinguished guests up.

The waiter came in response and enthusiastically led Yan Yunhe upstairs, and asked: "Your Majesty, do you want to eat in the room or in the lobby?"

Yan Yunhe looked back at Yu Qin: "Still not leaving?"

Yu Qin Slowly walking to his side, it was unclear whether he was in good or bad mood: "I will pay you back the money after I return to Beijing."

Yan Yunhe didn't bother to talk to him about this, considering the state of disrepair of the Yu Mansion, plus a few scattered Old servant, one can imagine Yu Qin’s financial situation.

I don’t know where the money was spent, and I was so poor.

Could it be that after following the Queen Mother, all I got was the fox fur?

Yan Yunhe looked at Yu Qin's winter clothes. They were made of ordinary materials and were more practical than ornamental.

"The waiter asked us where we wanted to have dinner." Yan Yunhe originally wanted to have dinner in the lobby, because this place has the most miscellaneous news, and there may be businessmen from Yunzhou who can inquire about it.

But thinking of the attention that Yu Qin had just attracted in the inn, Yanyunhe said to the waiter: "Just eat in the room."

Yu Qin was noncommittal because Yanyunhe never listened to his opinions when making decisions. In this case, why say more.

After coming to the room, eating and bathing, Yan Yunhe changed his clothes and came to the inn lobby.

There are still several big men sitting in the hall, drinking. Yan Yunhe stayed in the military camp for a long time, and he was good at chatting with others, especially with some good wine. With the wine in full swing, there was nothing he couldn't say.

Several big men also fell in love with him. One eldest brother named Chen was from a bodyguard agency, and he usually carried goods and ran business.

When he heard that Yan Yunhe was going to Yunzhou, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why would a young man go to a place like that?"

"I have a girl who married to Yunzhou and suddenly lost contact with her family not long ago. I'm a little worried and want to go Look for her," Yan Yunhe said worriedly.

Brother Chen is a warm-hearted person. When he heard that the banquet was for girls, he immediately said: "Then you'd better go to Yunzhou and take a look. Yunzhou is in chaos now."

"Although we are in the escort agency, there are not many I dare to take over Yunzhou's business."

Brother Chen seemed to think that he was too serious and immediately added: "But your sister must be fine. It is said that although those bandits are gangsters, they are quite moral and are immovable people. "And I heard that the imperial court seems to be sending people to eliminate them soon."

Yan Yunhe poured wine for Brother Chen: "Is it true?"

Emperor Cheng Jingcai said. It was sent to him. As of today, it has been less than two days. How come even Jianghu people know that the imperial court has sent people there? Where did the news leak from? It spreads so fast.

Brother Chen patted his chest and said, "Why are you so unreliable? I'm just in this business. I've even heard about the adult. He seems to be a young general named Yan, and..." His voice was extremely low. He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone: "There is also the God of Death."

Yan Yunhe also lowered his voice: "Who is it?"

The candlelight flickered, and there were gradually fewer people in the inn, leaving only this corner still lit. .

The atmosphere suddenly became strange, and everyone fell silent, listening to Brother Chen's depressed tone.

"It is said that the God of Death has an extremely ugly face and hates others looking at him. If anyone dares to look at him one more time, the guards in uniform will go to the mansion at night and dig out that person's eyes."

"The upper limit is eighty, the lower limit is eighty. "Years old, as long as it falls into his hands, it's all a matter of words." Brother Chen made a hand gesture of raising a knife and saying: "It is said that the God of Death likes to eat meat while watching people being executed."

Someone heard this and couldn't help but said: "How can you eat this bloody thing?"

Brother Chen's voice became sinister: "Do you know what kind of meat he eats?"

Yan Yunhe could hardly hold back his laughter. , but still couldn't help but answer: "Is it human flesh?"

Brother Chen looked at him in surprise: "How do you know! He really eats human flesh. The fresher and warmer it is when it's just peeled off, the more he likes it. "

Everyone around them gasped. At this moment, a voice came from the side: "Xiao Er, come and have some meat."

Everyone was startled by the sudden sound and turned to look at Yu. Qin didn't know when he sat down at the square table next to him. His hair was slightly damp and disheveled, and the candlelight illuminated his side face, making people afraid to look directly at him.

He faced everyone's gaze, slowly put the chopsticks into the tea and washed them, and said calmly: "It would be better if it had human flesh."

The surroundings were silent, and even the waiter couldn't help but grab his hands on the shoulders. She was wearing a white scarf and sweat was pouring from her forehead.

At this time, Yan Yunhe's laughter suddenly sounded: "Xiao Er, he is joking, just serve him a bowl of beef noodles."

Brother Chen also laughed dryly: "Little brother, your friend is so serious about joking, it's strange It's scary."

Laughter is contagious, and the scary atmosphere quickly disappeared. Brother Chen didn't mention anything about Yunzhou anymore, and only focused on letting Yan Yunhe drink.

Yu Qin did not participate. After eating the noodles, he went upstairs.

After Yan Yunhe drank a lot of wine and sent Brother Chen back to his room, he staggered back to the room.

The layout of the inn is the same, with the upper rooms in a row. Yan Yunhe only remembers that his room is in the middle.

He didn't lock the door before going out. He walked to the middle and pushed it gently, and the door opened.

Yanyun Hexu came to the table with eyes, poured a cup of tea and drank it before walking towards the bed with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

As he walked, he took off his outer robe, belt, jade pendant, purse, and even the middle coat on his upper body. He liked to sleep naked.

The upper room was beautifully decorated and the bed curtains were thick and warm in winter. He grabbed the heavy bed curtains and opened them, kneeling on the bed and about to climb in.

Nerves dulled by alcohol are no match for innately sharp instincts.

He grabbed the wrist of the attacker and was about to fight back, but was counterattacked by the opponent and lost the opportunity. He was immediately thrown heavily onto the bed and hit a hard object, causing a dull pain in his back.

Yan Yunhe grabbed the object, blocked the attacker's throat, and tried to knock the person to the ground.

But the next moment, he paused.

Because he felt out the shape of the scabbard, the blade was shorter, slightly lighter, and gilded with silver. It was a weapon commonly used by Jin Yiwei.

Who else could be the royal guard in this inn? He was the God of Death who just ate human blood and human flesh in everyone's mouths.

He adapted to the darkness and saw clearly the appearance of the person suppressing him, it was Yu Qin.

Yan Yunhe pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled dryly: "If I said that I went to the wrong room when I was drunk, would you believe it?"

There was a clanking sound, and without Yan Yunhe being guarded, Yu Qin pulled out the knife and held the tip against Yan Yunhe. Yun He's throat.

Yan Yunhe followed the sharp blade and was forced to raise his chin.

Mr. Yan, who had always been arrogant, had to say some flattering words at this moment: "Sir Yu, don't be impulsive. We have to go on errands together. If you kill me, you won't be able to go back to Beijing to explain to His Majesty."

Yu Qin He remained silent, his hair fell down his shoulders, caressing Yan Yunhe's cheek. There was no strong incense, but there was an indescribable smell that made him feel itchy and warm.

Yan Yunhe didn't dare to move, feeling the knife slowly slide from his jaw to his cheek.

The walking path was actually somewhat familiar, and it was not as frivolous as Yu Qin, but more like something he would do himself.

Soon Yan Yunhe realized that this was the same trick he had played when teasing Yu Qin with a firecracker last time, and now he had been returned in full.

"Master Yu..." Yan Yunhe's voice was hoarse. This feeling of being a human being was really not good, and their posture was too awkward. If there are any changes, they cannot be hidden from this person.

Yu Qin patted his face with a knife: "Master Yan, do you think a bowl of meat noodles is not enough?"

Yan Yunhe swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "Master Yu, those are just jokes."

The blade smiled slightly Turning around, a trace of blood appeared on Yan Yunhe's earlobe.

"The taste of human flesh is really curious. Sir Yan, would you like to let me... have a taste?" Yu Qin said slowly.