Mrs. Wei suddenly came over and disrupted everyone's plans.

Du Yong got Yang Jin's reminder and tried his best to intimidate his mind, keep his head away, and try not to look at Mrs. Wei anymore.

Zhao Dezhu and Pei Song did not have the concentration.

Originally, the wine party was about to end, Zhao Dezhu yelled and said that he wanted to serve the new dishes. The guy was also very quick and quickly removed the table and served the new dishes, plus a few jars of strong wine.

If this happens, of course you won't be able to leave.

After all, Mrs. Wei has only come here, and she is half the master.

As the saying goes, the guest can only drink slowly.

Mrs. Wei was very enthusiastic and frequently got up to pour wine for everyone, introduced the fun places in Danci Town, and asked Du Yong and others what fun places were in the capital, and they might go there in the future.

Her soft and moving voice makes people feel irritable.

Pei Song and Zhao Dezhu not only forgot the serious business, but even forgot who they are. Mrs. Wei poured the wine and drank it all in one go. When she talked to Mrs. Wei, she was very excited. She glanced at her without saying anything, and occasionally lowered her head and smirked.

"It's so stingy!"

Du Yong cursed in his heart.

These two teammates are not good. Have you ever seen a beautiful woman? If someone Du hadn't been to the team, you might have been abducted.

When Mr. Wei saw Du Yong frowning slightly, he seemed to be a little distressed, he asked with concern: "Brother Du, what are you uncomfortable?"

Du Yong was secretly alert, calmly speaking on the surface, and said casually: "It's not uncomfortable, but the wine is too domineering, I don't have enough foundation and can't stand it."

"That's how it works!"

Mr. Wei nodded and said apologetically: "I am not good enough, I should have a few pots of fruit wine."

Mrs. Wei glanced at him: "Brother Du and the others came from afar, how could they get used to the wine here immediately? You should have put some fruit wine and sweet wine in the store."

Mr. Wei nodded and turned around and ordered the servant who was serving beside him to bring some pots of good fruit wine.

Du Yong quickly refused: "Brother Wei, don't bother. I really can't drink that much, and the time..."

Mr. Wei interrupted: "It's enough time, and the black market is reluctant to leave day and night. It's not too late for us to go there after we have enough food and food."

Turning to the guy: "Can't you go down to get the wine?"

The guy quickly responded and left in a hurry.

Mrs. Wei was eager to try: "Are you going to the black market to play?"

Mr. Wei nodded: "Brother Du and the others heard the reputation of Danci Lake and wanted to go to the black market to have fun. I was idle all the time, so I agreed to take them there later."

Mrs. Wei pulled his sleeve and shook it: "Can you take me there too?"

Zhao Dezhu's heart beat so hard as he saw her acting cute. He wanted to split Mr. Wei with one palm and replace him.

Mr. Wei gently took her hand away and muttered, "Who dares to stop you?"

Mrs. Wei was a little unhappy, and pinched a piece of flesh from Mr. Wei's arm, twisted gently, with a smile in her eyes: "Take me there, you seem to be very wronged?"

hiss!

Mr. Wei was in pain, but he didn't dare to complain, and said with a smile: "Don't be wronged, don't be wronged... Don't laugh at me, we are usually like this."

Du Yong sighed: "Brother Wei and his sister-in-law have such a good relationship, it's so enviable!"

Zhao Dezhu lifted the jar, sipped a few big mouthfuls of wine, and then burped: "Yes, yes, it's enviable, my sister-in-law is so beautiful and charming..."

This guy was obviously drunk and was a little unrestrained.

Although Pei Song didn't drink that much, he was also a little drunk and looked at Mrs. Wei with a blurred look.

Du Yong secretly complained that these two guys were completely trapped in, so he had to find a way to wake them up.

Fruit wine comes up.

Mrs. Wei picked it up, walked to Du Yong, and poured wine for him personally. Du Yong smelled a refreshing fragrance, his heart was rippling, and immediately raised the cold energy and stabilized it, holding the bowl in both hands: "Thank you, my sister-in-law, you are kind."

Mrs. Wei smiled: "Brother Du is really polite. She is so reserved, unlike Brother Pei and Brother Zhao."

After saying that, he blinked at Du Yong, his smile was extremely charming.

If it weren't for the cold force, Du Yong's heartbeat would immediately soar.

Speaking of which, Mr. Wei is quite strange. His wife is so enthusiastic and even a little ambiguous about other men. He is not angry at all. She sits calmly with a smile on her face.

Zhao Dezhu was a little dizzy and said carelessly: "I tell you that Lao Du is not lacking in foundation, but his internal injuries have just recovered, so he cannot drink too much strong alcohol, but only fruit wine."

Mr. Wei looked over and asked curiously: "Did Brother Du get injured before?"

Du Yong sighed and said nonsense: "I had a problem in practicing martial arts and I almost got into a devil."

Zhao Dezhu smiled foolishly and said, "What's going on? It's obviously caused by Meng Ji's killer..."

"I'll go!"

Du Yong cursed in his heart that he must not let Zhao Dezhu stay in the house again, otherwise he would tell anything.

Seeing Zhao Dezhu's face full of oil, Du Yong was wise and said to Zhao Dezhu's guard: "Your young master is full of oil. Please help him out and wash."

Zhao Dezhu's guards quickly stood up and walked over to support Zhao Dezhu.

"Does there any oil on my face? No!"

Zhao Dezhu spoke vaguely, his body was swaying, and he didn't want to go out.

Seeing this, Yang Jin stood up and helped Zhao Dezhu out.

Mr. Wei looked at Du Yong and laughed: "Does Brother Du have anything inconvenient to say to me?"

Mrs. Wei also looked over curiously.

Du Yong took a deep breath and shook his head: "There is nothing inconvenient, but this person named Zhao is really rude and can't stand it."

He paused and explained: "I did meet the Mengji killer before. After a big battle, I suffered some internal injuries. When I came back, I wanted to suppress it with my internal strength. But I didn't know how to be too hasty, so I got into a devil, and that's just a little bit."

Mr. Wei said oh and sighed: "In recent months, there have been many Mengji killers in Qianzhou who have caused trouble."

Mrs. Wei smiled: "I heard that the killer Mengji specializes in staring at the young masters of wealthy families, and even the imperial court officials. It seems that Brother Du's family background is very good!"

Du Yong spread his hands and sighed: "My family background is just average. To be honest, even if I kill a thousand people, I can't hit the court. Meng Ji's killer didn't squat, so he attacked me, it's better than nothing."

Mr. Wei did not comment, paused and suddenly asked, "Brother Du is not a child of the Fengyang Hou family, right?"

puff!

Du Yong was caught off guard when asked and couldn't help but spit out a sip of wine.

Pei Song also woke up a little at this time.

Du Yong quickly calmed down: "Brother Wei really knows how to joke, but my name is just Du."

Mr. Wei looked at the dagger on Du Yong's waist and chuckled, "It's Wei who thought so much. The fallen leaves knife of the Fengyang Hou family is famous for its martial arts. If Brother Du is a child of his family, he must bring a good knife."

"That's it!"

Du Yong secretly thanked that he was in trouble and didn't buy a knife.

Mrs. Wei seemed to be very interested in the Du family: "I heard that Mr. Du Yong of the Fengyang Hou family is the number one master among the younger generation in the capital? Have Brother Du and Brother Pei met him?"

The number one expert?

Who exactly passed this on?

Too exaggerated?

Du Yong said lightly: "I have seen Mr. Du Yong from afar several times, and I am indeed a little imposing. However, the number one master of the younger generation in the capital should be Lianghe of the Liang family, right?"

Pei Song quickly agreed: "It's Lianghe, who entered the climbing tower realm when he was less than 30 years old. Now it seems that he is in the third level of climbing tower. His fist and foot skills are very powerful, and his practical experience is also very rich. Many older generation masters praised him, saying that he had the style of Qu Shaoqing of Dali Temple when he was young."

Mr. Wei sighed: "We have heard of this person from Lianghe, and he is indeed a character."

Mrs. Wei seemed a little unfair: "I think Mr. Du Yong is even more powerful. I heard that Mr. Du Yong not only easily killed several waves of Mengji killers, but at Zhuangyu Lake, he was not afraid of danger and killed the big crocodile from the Shengdan Gate with his own hands. When investigating the case in the capital, he faced heavy pressure and fished out the bones of the missing person at the bottom of the Yuhe River and pleaded for the people. He was a rare young talent."

Du Yong was so amused and scratched his head: "Is he that famous?... What I mean is that this is Pingzhou after all, is the news so detailed? Is it not wrong?"

Mrs. Wei said in surprise: "What's wrong about it?"

Du Yong explained: "I heard that the big crocodile was killed by a firearm... How could it be said that Mr. Du Yong was killed by himself?"

Mrs. Wei puffed her cheeks and stared at Du Yong: "What you heard must be wrong. Mr. Du Yong's swordsmanship is very powerful. After a few slaps, he would remove the big crocodile from eight pieces, saving a ship of people's lives."

Du Yong: “…”

Pei Song: “…”

I asked God speechlessly, these rumors are really outrageous.

If you pass on it for a while, maybe someone will believe Du Yong as a master.

But why does this Mrs. Wei care so much about Du Yong?

Prince Wei said: "In recent times, no young man in the world has a greater reputation than Prince Du Yong. Many righteous people in Pingzhou admire him very much and say that he can be an example for young people."

"example!"

Du Yong was amused, nodded slightly, and said seriously: "I want to learn from him too."
To be continued...