Black clouds covered the moon, and a light snowfall came unexpectedly.
Snowflakes were like flying catkins, sweeping across the banners in front of the building, and the sound of a piano in the air, accompanied by the woman's enchanting singing voice, sounded from the window:
"The spring scenery is three to two, the willow branches are thousands of threads~The rain was like silk last night in the small building, where will the swallows return?..."
It was already late at night, and Wutong Street outside was still brightly lit, but most of the back streets were closed.
People are divided into three, six, and nine grades, and the same is true for brothels. The number one in Longyin House in front is showing off to the rich families of Wende Bridge, and there are still countless patrons vying to spend money.
On the back street, which is only a hundred steps away, the environment of the girls is relatively ordinary. The customers who come to have fun are all small rich men who are not rich but want to get the reputation of Wutong Street. They are full of arrogance but are mostly stingy with their actions.
If you don't pester your boss for discounts, you're considered generous, and you don't have to ask for extravagant rewards.
But these two days were different. In a small brothel on the back street, a wealthy customer came. He sounded like he was a knight-errant from the north. He was very generous and offered to sing a song for one tael of silver. When would he sing?
Stop when you are tired. You are not like those rich men who have never seen a woman. They don't take a sip of wine and just touch and touch.
The singer who accompanied the drink worked very hard for this. She sat at the table and sang from noon to midnight. Her voice became hoarse, but she still played the pipa softly. Her eyes were sleepy, but with a bit of curiosity, and she glanced at her from time to time.
Man sitting by the window drinking alone.
The man looked like he was in his early thirties. He was very young, not handsome, and not handsome, but he had a dash of Jianghu aura about him. He looked like a prodigal son who had been traveling far away all year round. He was quite popular with the kiln sister.
The man was wearing a plain green robe and did not have many accessories. The most eye-catching items were the iron folding fan on the table and the money bag at his waist.
The folding fan is quite big, two feet long, and when taken together it looks like a ruler. On it are engraved the twelve characters of "Today's clouds are free, and next year they will still be misty." What it looks like when unfolded, the singer has never seen, after all, it's not even in the middle of winter.
If someone knows how to fan, she is probably a weapon for traveling around the world.
The wallet is also very bulging. This one has been opened. It is full of golden beans. One can be exchanged for ten taels of silver. I will give her one after singing ten songs. There is already a small bowl on the small tea tray next to her.
It's enough to live a stable life from good to bad.
The more golden beans you have, the more comfortable you will be in the future. Although the singer's voice and fingers are tired, she still maintains her smile and sings the ditty passed down from Jiangzhou seriously.
According to the custom of these two days, the green-robed drinker in front of the window would lie down on the table to rest after drinking until the fifth watch, so she could leave.
But just after the fourth watch today, the singer saw the green-robed drinker raising his finger and looking out the window at the street with half-drunk eyes.
After the music stopped, the singer leaned forward slightly and looked towards the street where it had started to snow lightly. She saw an old man in a robe walking towards her, with his hands behind his back.
The old man has an elegant appearance and is estimated to be in his fifties, but he is still handsome, especially his eyes, which are like those of those court lords who never come to the backstreets.
When the singer saw this, she thought the drinker's father had come, and her eyes were obviously a little panicked:
"Guest sir, who is this?"
The green-robed drinker frowned and looked out the window. He hooked his fingers lightly, and a jar of unopened old wine flew out of the window. It seemed that everything was stable, but even the wind and snow in the sky were affected.
The old man on the street slowly raised his hand, held the wine jar firmly with his fingertips, and said with a smile without making any noise:
"Everyone says that Hua Daxia is unrestrained, generous, and likes to make drinking friends. When I meet him today, he is well-deserved."
Hua Ling sat in front of the window, with doubts in her eyes:
"Who are you, Your Majesty?"
The old man said casually: "The knight traveled thousands of miles to the land of Yan, and the sword and the dragon shined in the west. When he was drunk, he sang wildly, his eyes were dark, and his head was covered with frost and snow, like an ape's cry. He is just an old warrior who has been wandering around for half his life. His name is not worth mentioning."
"Your Excellency, is Long Zhengqing?"
"hehe……"
The old man did not respond directly, but turned to look at the singer next to him:
"Girl, please go down. There are some things you cannot listen to, and it may easily lead to death."
The singer's face turned pale, she quickly stood up with her pipa in her arms, and ran down quickly with the golden beans.
Dong dong dong~
After Hua Ling heard footsteps going downstairs, she picked up the iron fan on the table and looked at it:
"Your Excellency, are you here to defend Ye Jingtang from the knife?"
The old man shook his head: "I cherish my talent, and I can't bear to see a good young man who is rare in a century die in a foreign country for a few pictures of the dragon."
Hua Ling sneered: "The information is quite good. In the world of martial arts, life and death depend on one's own ability. How can you tell with one word whether my actions are more likely to be bad or less dangerous?"
"The death of Ye Jingtang is equivalent to solving the serious problems of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. However, the Northwest Royal Court has not exhausted its energy, and Ye Jingtang has not yet died."
The old man lightly lifted his robe, sat down outside a carriage outside the building, and casually opened the seal of the wine:
"If it's a little bit mysterious, it's like killing the night terror hall. It goes against the will of heaven, and Duanshengji. Sima Yue, Xi Tianshang, etc. are all learning from the past. Hua Daxia is no different from these people. The result is nothing more than man-made and financial death.
Birds die for food.
"To be honest, there are people who don't want the world to be peaceful. Only if Ye Jingtang is alive can the imperial power of the Wei Dynasty be in turmoil and the Western Border of Beiliang be unsafe. If you go to kill Ye Jingtang, you will ruin their plan. Even if it succeeds, you will be in trouble."
It won’t end well.”
Hua Ling put down the iron fan and said unexpectedly:
"You are from the Green Bandit?"
The old man still didn't respond, he just said:
"I'm just here to persuade Hua Daxia to step back from the brink."
Hua Ling's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, she shook her head and picked up the wine glass:
"Before you came, I did have doubts and had been considering the odds of victory; but now, you are telling me this because you think that I can possibly get rid of the Night Terror Hall, otherwise there is no need to show up to stop it. Outsiders think so, in my case
Why are you looking forward and backward?"
The old man did not deny it: "Hua Daxia is the first person among the Four Saints. As long as the opportunity is right, there is indeed a chance to get the phone.
"But even if it succeeds, you can't get what you want from Ye Jingtang, let alone Beiliang. I only have some connections here."
When Hua Ling heard this, she also understood that the old man was the Green Bandit's contact person and came to recruit him.
The Green Bandits were quite mysterious, and they had so many masters under their command that they were truly a giant in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
But as Hua Ling was the number one among the Four Saints of Beiliang, the only people who could recruit him were the two imperial courts. How could he be the leader of a political power?
Hua Ling picked up the wine glass and said calmly: "I am a wanderer, I am used to being carefree, and I am not interested in your hidden things. Besides, I feel that I sacrificed my life for Emperor Liang just for a few pictures of the singing dragon.
You underestimated me Hua Ling."
"oh?"
The old man rubbed the wine jar, slightly curious:
"Your Excellency, as a knight errant, works for the imperial court. If you don't work for money and treasures, then why?"
Hua Ling filled a glass of wine for herself: "You seem to have a lot of experience. Have you ever heard of the name 'Bo Feng Tower'?"
The old man thought for a while and said: "A sword towers in front of Bo Feng Tower, and thousands of swords are cold by the Changlong Lake. Of course I have heard of the name of Bo Feng Tower. The old man in the Jianghu before Jiazi, a swordsman from Northern Xinjiang, was once ranked as the great master of Beiliang.
.
"Before Jiazi, the Qianchi tribe was attacked unexpectedly in the Northern Liang Dynasty. King Tianlang was furious and entered the Northern Liang Dynasty to retaliate. Bo Fenglou resisted the enemy in the snowy field with one sword, but was picked to death and nailed to the city gate. He died at the age of forty.
five.
"Bo Fenglou has spent his whole life in the world, and his experience can be called vigorous, but his most proud achievement is still teaching a master named 'Master Xiang Han'. Do you have something to do with him?"
"That's my grandfather."
Hua Ling picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Master Xiang Han endured for decades to avenge his murderer. Finally, twenty years ago, he helped the court destroy the Northwest Royal Court. And I have been traveling around the world in the past few years, and I am also looking for the Northwest.
The remnants of the royal court, as long as there are still people in the Bo family, no one from Queen Tianlang will be allowed to survive."
The old man nodded lightly: "It turns out it's a family feud, so that really can't be dissuaded. But it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. The Night Terror Hall will go to the north sooner or later, so why risk it alone at this time?"
Hua Ling's answer was honest: "From the time Ye Jingtang came out to become famous in two dynasties, it took less than a year, and the momentum was close to that of Fengguan City in the last years of the Yan Dynasty. I have the patience to wait for him for ten years, but ten years later, he
Maybe they won't even look at me twice.
"I remember that in the first half of the year, Zhou Chiyang from Shuiyun Jiantan made a 'ten-year agreement' with Ye Jingtang to settle the hatred of killing his brother in one battle. But it has only been so long. The Zhou family is full of people, but there is no one who dares to
Do you resent the night terrors at all?"
The old man sighed softly, knowing that there was no way to recruit, so he said no more and walked to the street with the wine jar:
"You only have one life, Hua Daxia takes it seriously. I say goodbye."
Hua Ling stopped talking, frowned and watched the old man leave, then picked up the wine bottle and took a big sip, obviously also thinking about the mysterious old man's reminder.
And a long time later, with the dawn in the east, another person ran on the street, sneaking to the window, cupping his hands and saying:
"Hua Daxia, Han Yuzhuo, the master of Qianji Sect, was captured by the Southern Dynasty last night and brought to the black office for interrogation. I am afraid that most of the people in the city will be exposed soon. Li Shilang means to make a quick decision and rush to take action before Han Yuzhuo confesses, so that Hua
Hero, go back and prepare immediately."
Hua Ling had no expression on her face and closed the window:
"knew."
"Well……"
The person who sent the message couldn't help but feel troubled when he saw that Hualing had no intention of leaving.
But Hualing Jianghu's status is too high, and few people in the world can afford to offend him. How dare he say anything as an errand boy, so he can only quickly turn back to recover...
——
The sky was getting bright before I knew it, and the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs could be heard among the buildings outside the terrace; the noise of the market could also be heard from the Tianshui Bridge not far away:
"Giggle--"
"Wonton dumplings..."
…
It started to snow lightly in the middle of the night, and the temperature dropped a lot. As the warm feeling of alcohol faded away, the people sleeping on the chess couch naturally felt a bit cold.
Fan Qinghe huddled in the thin blanket, with his back to the person next to him. Because it was very warm, he subconsciously shrank back a lot during his sleep, until the whole person was nestled in his arms. He knew in his heart that she was a witch, but as the saying goes, "I think about something during the day and at night."
She had a dream. Yesterday during the day, she was thinking about the demise of the Northwest Royal Court. When she fell asleep that night, she continued the dream, and it continued in a messy way, such as:
She is the princess of the Northwest Royal Court. She has worked hard to raise the little Tianlang King who has not yet grown up. Not only is she busy with government affairs during the day, but she also sleeps with her in her arms at night.
Although she is not very old, her little Jingtang is quite well developed. She hugged him from behind, used that shameful thing to rub against her waist, and even put her hands in her arms to squeeze...
Fan Qinghe felt that this was not good, but as a princess, how could she blame the child? She even felt that she could not object, lest she make the little boy cry...
So it's quite cooperative...
Behind him, Ye Jingtang was covered with a thin blanket and holding Fan Qinghe in his arms. Because he was holding Shuishui before going to bed, he was naturally a little confused when he was half asleep and half awake:
Why is it so big...
So soft...
…
He lay there like this for an unknown amount of time. As the rooster crowed, Fan Qinghe fluttered his eyelashes. He wanted to frown and push the witch's restless hand away, but...
Why is there really a villain behind her...
And why are these hands so big?
?!
Fan Qinghe's cheeks stiffened slightly, maybe because he couldn't believe it, and he quietly touched the arm around her, only to find that it was indeed a man, and a very familiar man...
"..."
Fan Qinghe felt as if he was struck by lightning, he didn't dare to open his eyes, he just thought quickly:
What did I do last night...
By the way, I drank with the witch and drank too much...
After getting drunk, I was worried that Ye Jingtang would come into the room and bully me when I went back to my room to rest, so I slept in front of the demon girl, thinking that no matter how bold Ye Jingtang was, he would not dare to touch her in front of the demon girl...
Then I couldn’t remember clearly…
Why is he still sleeping next to me?
Fan Qinghe was so confused that he touched his clothes first - fortunately, although his hands were inside the clothes, the clothes were still there anyway, and it looked like he just touched them...
How can I say it's okay...
Fan Qinghe was ashamed and angry, and did not dare to act recklessly. He just quietly removed his hand and wanted to get up first.
After a few glasses of wine in the Night Terror Hall, the quality of sleep was quite good. When he noticed that the girl in his arms was moving around, he habitually raised his hands to help him turn around, hugged each other face to face, and kissed his forehead:
"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."
"...?"
Fan Qinghe's eyes widened, almost close to his chest, his face felt like it was on fire. He couldn't help it anymore, he gritted his teeth and pushed Ye Jingtang:
"Night Terror Hall, why are you...?"
As soon as Fan Qinghe's voice came out, he noticed that behind Ye Jingtang, a figure in white clothes suddenly stood up, looked around blankly, and then looked at her.
??
Fan Qinghe never expected that there was another person lying next to him. He subconsciously pulled the thin quilt to cover his body, but immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly sat up:
"Why are you here too?"
When Master Xuanji woke up after a hangover, she was still a little panicked. However, she found that she was sitting upright on the other side and was not caught in bed. She calmed down and even secretly sighed that she had indeed had foresight.
After Master Xuanji woke up, he leaned on the small case and said casually with a hint of sleepiness:
"We drank together yesterday, so of course I was here. Why did you sleep in his arms?"
"I……"
How did Fan Qinghe know? She was completely confused. After thinking about it carefully, she asked:
"He was also drinking yesterday? Wasn't it just the two of us?"
"You must be drunk. He came last. You played the pipa and he composed a poem for you. Well... Thirteen learned the pipa music and played it to the moon in Guanshan. Where can I find the ecstasy tonight?
The wind and dew wet the rouge~ You think it’s good, and you’re going to let him eat the rouge…”
ha?!
Fan Qinghe's eyes were full of shock, and he wanted to deny it, but he couldn't remember it at all. He felt unsure. After pursing his lips for a moment, he asked:
"Have you eaten yet?"
"No, you chase Qin, and he hides everywhere."
"ah?!"
Fan Qinghe's eyes showed aggrievedness. He wanted to scold the witch for talking nonsense, but he hugged her and fell asleep. Who knows if she really got drunk and went crazy last night?
Fan Qinghe lowered his head and looked to the side. Seeing that Ye Jingtang was breathing steadily and sleeping peacefully without waking up at all, he sat down a little further away and raised his hand to shake:
"Hey! Night Terror Hall!"
Ye Jingtang woke up when Fan Qinghe pushed him. He only touched him for half the night. He didn't dare to wake up for fear of being beaten. After being shaken, he frowned as if he had a headache, stood up and rubbed his eyebrows:
"Uh... this wine is so strong... Why is it snowing? Hey, why am I sleeping here?"
Fan Qinghe saw Ye Jingtang looking around and looking a little confused. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked:
"When did you come last night? Did I make a fool of myself drunk?"
Ye Jingtang shook his head: "No, I came over and had two drinks, and then you lay down and fell asleep. I don't know when you fell asleep. Did I mess around after drinking last night?"
You haven't messed around yet?!
Fan Qinghe was held in his arms and slept all night, and his chest is still warm to this day.
But seeing that Ye Jingtang didn't remember it, she was too embarrassed to point it out. At the moment, she just gritted her teeth secretly and straightened her clothes:
"Really, you should go back to your room to rest when you are drunk, how can you lie down with a woman? Men and women are not intimate, and the person named Lu is your elder..."
Master Xuanji picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of morning wine to refresh himself. Hearing this, he shrugged slightly:
"I'm lying across a table, how can I talk about teaching and receiving without being kissed?"
"Then you won't stop me? Or shake me up and let me go back to my room to sleep?"
"OK OK……"
When Ye Jingtang saw Fan Qinghe getting angry from shame, he poured his anger on Shui'er and quickly raised his hand to smooth things over:
"It was my negligence. This wine is too strong. I'd better drink less in the future..."
Fan Qinghe suffered such a big loss, but did not dare to say anything. He felt really aggrieved, but other than silently making up his mind to quit drinking from today on, he could not say anything else. He thought about getting up and putting on his shoes:
"I'm going back to my room first... You're still hurt and you drink so much, it's really..."
Dong dong dong~
Before he finished speaking, he ran downstairs.
Master Xuanji did not go down, but came to the fence, looked at the snow falling all over the city, raised his arms and stretched:
"Hmm~..."
Sitting behind her, Ye Jingtang could just see her perfectly curvy waist, and her mind recalled the conversation between the two last night.
Yesterday I drank wine, I was not very thick-skinned, and I said so many disgusting words. In the end, I ended up hugging Miss Fan to sleep all night. The night terror hall was indeed a bit embarrassing. I thought about getting up and walking behind my back, trying to hold my waist with my hands:
"When did you run to the other side last night? You should have called me, look at what you have done now..."
"I was drunk too, so I don't remember."
Master Xuanji retracted his hands, but did not push Ye Jingtang away. He even picked up the wine gourd and shook it:
"Would you like a bite?"
"Well……"
Night Terror Hall was not in the habit of drinking morning wine to refresh his mind, so he was about to shake his head and refuse.
But he immediately discovered that Taoist Shui'er, who had a cold and beautiful face, brought the wine gourd to his mouth and took a sip, puffing out his cheeks:
"Hmm~?"
?!
Ye Jingtang was flattered and looked around: "Then let's have a bite." He lowered his head and moved closer.
As a result, Master Xuanji swallowed the wine and put the wine gourd in his hand:
"It's quite a beautiful thought. I want to drink it myself."
"?"
Ye Jingtang was so disappointed and angry that he raised his hand and hit the moon.
Pa~
Then he turned over and jumped from the fence:
"Prince Jing is going to challenge a talented girl from Beiliang today, right? I'm going to the black office first. If I go late, I'll be in trouble..."
Xuanji's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a hint of murderous intent, but she didn't go after the Night Terror Hall. She took a breath of cold air towards the morning breeze, straightened her posture, and then walked down to the observation tower...
——
Boom——
Boom——
As the city bell rang, the streets and alleys became busy. The white snow accumulated on the streets overnight was quickly melted by footsteps. The roofs were completely white, and smoke and smoke could be seen everywhere.
On the East Street, black horses were marching among the crowds in the cold wind. Birds who had not yet woken up were pulled up to work overtime. Some of them squatted in their arms in despair, whispering "coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo..."
, should be talking about the indescribable incident of eating poached eggs with Ping'er in front of her last night.
Because the python robe is too eye-catching and not suitable for normal wear, Ye Jingtang is still wearing an ordinary black official robe, with a gun hanging on the side of the horse and a knife on the waist, and the dress is relatively low-key.
But the night before yesterday at Furong Pond, his verbal battle with the Dukes of Beiliang had already spread through the wells of the capital city through Wang Chihu's big mouth. You could hear idle talk everywhere:
"Our Duke Ye's eloquence is simply amazing. It is said that he made the Northern Liang minister so angry that he vomited three liters of blood, but he had to apologize and couldn't fall out..."
"It is said that at the end, he used his sword in Furong Pond, and that battle split half of the lake..."
…
Ye Jingtang used to go to the yamen to work, and always walked this way without covering his face. Passers-by would naturally remember it. Now his reputation is getting bigger and bigger. When passing by, you can obviously find that the rate of turning around is very high, and even
There was a beautiful girl on the roadside pointing at him with a smile on her face.
When Ye Jingtang saw this scene, he felt that he would never be able to go out without taking a car. As he was now, if he went to the shop to buy kiln-roasted chicken, the old shopkeeper would not even dare to collect the money.
Thinking of roasted chicken, Ye Jingtang naturally thought of the Queen Mother. After some calculation, he hadn't bullied the hand warmer for two days, and he was still worried about it. The Queen Mother must have been tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.
However, it was still difficult to find time when entering the palace today. His original arrangement was to go to the Hei Yamen in the morning to report, and at noon, he would accompany the officials from the Ministry of Revenue to the Pei Family Pharmacy outside the city for acceptance inspection.
But Da Benben wanted to fight Hua Qingzhi, and he couldn't do it without him. For this reason, he left the matter of going to the medicine shop to the Pei family shopkeeper.
Comparing poems and songs with Hua Qingzhi, it's okay to say that playing chess is too time-consuming. Even if you don't play ten rounds of chess, you can play a best of three games for a whole day, and no one knows when it will end.
Ye Jingtang knew that the Queen Mother was the most sentimental person, and she would definitely be depressed if she was not bullied all the time. So after thinking about it, she took Niao Niao to the kiln-roasted chicken shop, bought a roast chicken, wrapped it in oil paper, and gave it to the sleepy Niao Niao.
bird:
"Go to the palace and give it to the Queen Mother. Don't steal any food on the way, otherwise your lunch will be gone."
"grumble?"
Niaoniao raised its round head with a rather dissatisfied look in its eyes. It probably meant - do you think Niaoniao is stupid? Why would you eat it secretly when you can feed it to others?
After complaining, the bird grabbed the oil paper bag and soared into the sky, flying through the wind and snow to the distant palace city.
Ye Jingtang sat on the horse and looked up, probably because he wanted to see the expression of surprise in the Queen Mother's eyes after receiving the breakfast.
But it was obviously not visible through a palace wall. After stopping for a moment, he sighed softly and drove his horse in the direction of Mingyu Tower.
The most prosperous areas in the capital are all near Wende Bridge, and Wutong Street is only one block away from Mingyu Tower.
Night Terror Hall Pegasus galloped through the intersection of Wutong Street and Dongzheng Street. It could be seen that a large number of scholars and ladies gathered at the intersection. There were also many carriages in the middle, which directly blocked the intersection. They must have all gotten up early to go to Longzheng Street.
Yinlou occupies the position.
Seeing this, he was about to take a detour through the side street, but before he had taken a few steps, he found a rather low-key large carriage squeezed in the middle of the motorcade. There was also a beautiful maid with a very scholarly smell standing outside, standing on tiptoe.
Looking inside, he said:
"It's so early in the morning, there are so many people blocking the way, and the lady can't squeeze in. Who are they planning to watch?"
Ye Jingtang was stunned, looked around, and after making sure no one was paying attention around him, he drove his horse to the vicinity of the carriage.
There were two guards outside the carriage. One of them was Hua Ning. He had good martial arts skills. When he saw a horse approaching, he turned his head cautiously. When he saw the official in black approaching, he was a little confused:
"My lord, what is this?"
As soon as the words came out, Hua Qingzhi, who was sitting in the carriage reading a book, also raised the curtain and saw that the handsome Ye Gongzi had arrived. She was obviously startled in her eyes and wanted to salute.
"No need to be polite."
Ye Jingtang tried his best to avoid the eyes of the crowd, went outside the car window, and looked inside. He found that Hua Qingzhi was wearing a dark purple lady's dress. She was dressed very intellectually. She didn't wear any makeup at first, but she put on it.
A touch of red rouge, it seems that he has heard about the majestic beauty of Dabunbenmei, and is afraid that he will be overwhelmed when they meet.
Although we are in two countries, Hua Qingzhi foolishly came to him the day before yesterday to deliver the antidote. Ye Jingtang still had a good impression of her and asked at the window:
"Miss Hua is here for an appointment?"
"Um."
Hua Qingzhi bumped into Ye Jingtang on the road. She was really surprised and looked back:
"Young Master Ye has a high and powerful position. Why don't you bring a bodyguard when you go out? Can the court rest assured?"
"Uh...huh?"
Ye Jingtang tilted his head slightly, and the look in his eyes was similar to someone asking "What do you do?". After holding it in for a long time, he responded:
"There are too many people with me, and I can't protect them."
"..."
When Hua Qingzhi heard this, she realized that the handsome young master in front of her was the King of Hell of the Wei Dynasty who single-handedly attacked from Yun'an to the west coast. She said with some embarrassment:
"That's right, the young master is both civil and military, so there is no need to bring a guard to defend himself, unlike a weak and useless woman like me..."
Ye Jingtang didn't come here to flirt with girls. After saying hello, he raised his hand and said:
"The day before yesterday, I secretly searched Miss China's personal belongings. Please forgive me for any offense I may have caused."
When Hua Qingzhi heard this, she blushed slightly. After all, the jewelry box was placed under her bellyband and pants. If someone could be poisoned by Night Terror Hall, she must have touched those.
Although she would not wear it again, after all, she had worn it before, and she did feel a little embarrassed in the past two days. Seeing Ye Jingtang generously apologize in person, the crux in her heart naturally disappeared, and she smiled and said:
"Young master is very careful when checking official affairs. I can only say that he is doing his duty. How can this little girl take it to heart? Well... The day before yesterday, I made an acrostic poem on a whim and offended the girl next to him. Please don't take it to heart."
"
Naturally, Ye Jingtang would not take it seriously, but Huniu Niu was so angry that she almost demolished the house. Obviously, it was not easy to settle. Today's competition in Longyin Tower was just Huniu Niu seeking revenge from foreign aid.
However, Ye Jingtang couldn't explain these things clearly. He only said:
"It doesn't matter, literature is not the first, this is how scholars always compete."
Hua Qingzhi nodded and smiled, thought for a moment and then asked:
"Young Master works as an errand in the Black Yamen, how is your relationship with the current Prince Jing?"
Ye Jingtang blinked: "Well... As a subordinate, the relationship is not bad."
"Prince Jing sent a message yesterday, inviting the young lady to come to Longyin Tower for a small gathering. If the young master is interested, I can..."
?
Ye Jingtang naturally understood that Hua Qingzhi meant to give Benben some trouble and make a draw for his sake.
Ye Jingtang really hopes that Benben will win, but there is no need to go through Hua Qingzhi's back door. After all, although Benben is not good at martial arts, in his heart, Benben is as good as anyone in the world in calligraphy and painting. He can't wait to confess to the little book he drew for him.
A hundred years later, he would be carried into a coffin...
Seeing Hua Qingzhi's tone being so crazy, Ye Jingtang said seriously:
"Prince Jing is so talented and knowledgeable that no woman in the capital can match him. Miss Hua, don't underestimate him."
Hua Qingzhi has a gentle and humble personality, but she is really proud of her talent:
"As long as the young master does not give any advice to Prince Jing, the little girl will not be afraid of Prince Jing~"
"hehe……"
Ye Jingtang shook his head and smiled, because it was difficult to talk too much on the street, so he cupped his hands:
"I still have official duties to attend to, so I'll take my leave first."
"Hey! Will the young master go to Longyin Tower to watch later?"
Even if he went to the Night Terror Hall, he would only be peeking upstairs. Otherwise, given his status, he would definitely be dragged up to be the referee. What kind of judgment could he make with this little ink?
For this reason, Ye Jingtang just said:
"I am a messenger and I follow orders. I may not have time to participate in such a literary occasion, so I'll take my leave."
Hoof-tapping hoof-tapping...
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jingtang turned his horse's head and galloped towards Mingyu Tower.
Hua Qingzhi watched from the window, feeling quite regretful when Ye Jingtang refused to watch her become famous in Yun'an.
Luzhu, who had been hiding outside the carriage without daring to look out, quickly ran in and lay down at the window to look at:
"What a handsome man! Why is such a good young man not from our Daliang family..."
Hua Qingzhi put down the curtain and picked up the book:
"He is the son of King Tianlang and the prince of the Northwest Royal Court. He is not considered a native of the Southern Dynasty. He just lives here temporarily."
"That's right... Miss must teach the Queen a lesson later and let Mr. Ye know how powerful she is."
"Hmph~..."
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Thank you to Mr. [Liu Liu Crazy] for the 10,000 reward!