Chapter Ninety-eight: We are both fallen people at the end of the world
"Is Weicheng far away?"
“Very close to Liping.”
"Where is Kaiping?"
“Very close to Weicheng.”
"Okay, I know it's at the border fortress, but before we go to the border fortress, Ning Que, where are you?"
"In the mountains."
"Which mountain?"
"Minshan."
"Is Minshan very big?"
"nonsense."
"What about before Minshan?"
"..."
"What about before?"
"Well... I was young at that time, so I don't remember much. I only know that I was an orphan."
The drunken conversation at the banquet was going on at this point. Because of Ning Que's slurred speech after drinking and his stubborn and confused thinking, he finally couldn't go any further. Situ Yilan picked up a wet wipe and wiped it hard.
Wiping his forehead, he glared hatefully at the drunken boy lying at the table, wondering what the hell was going on.
Just at this moment, Shuizhu'er, who had left temporarily due to something to do, arrived, diluting the embarrassment. She frowned and glanced at the back of Ning Que's head, couldn't help but shook her head, helped him up, and picked up the bottle with her right hand.
He put a wet towel on his forehead, then looked at Situ Yilan with a smile and said in a soft voice: "Miss Situ, he can't drink well."
Before Situ Yilan had time to laugh, Ning Que, who was lying in Shuizhu'er's arms, woke up. His mind was confused, and he vaguely felt that his face was pressed against a cool, icy and plump place.
, subconsciously or instinctively, I hugged someone's waist tightly with my hands, pressed my face closer to him with force, and even rubbed against him.
Shuizhu'er's plump breasts were somewhat deformed by the boy's bad taste, and her little face, which was full of delicate jasper, showed a very rare touch of charm and shyness, with a hint of bright red.
Situ Yilan watched Ning Que half-lying in Shuizhu'er's arms with his eyes narrowed, watching his thieving hand put into the girl's sleeve, and then heading somewhere, she couldn't help but raise her head and cover it in anger.
She also covered her forehead and eyes. After all, she was the noble daughter of General Yunhui's house in Chang'an. The so-called brothel hunting was just a matter of elegance. How had I ever seen someone actually dare to play with her in front of her?
Act of?
Of course, she knew that Ning Que had been drunk by her so much that he was almost unconscious. He was afraid that he couldn't tell whether he was hugging his waist or a new willow, whether he was rubbing his breasts or a big steamed bun.
The girl who had left the court—even the girl who had not left the court and was famous for her boldness and chicness in Chang'an City—the scene in front of her was indeed a bit unbearable. In embarrassment, she stood up, picked up Ning Que, and continued to drink.
Ning Que vaguely felt that someone wanted to continue pouring wine on him, but he refused to obey. He hugged Shuizhu'er's waist and refused to let go. His palms went under his lapel and he kept rubbing the girl's soft and plump belly.
Mumbling non-stop, this is better than drinking, I will never drink again, and other nonsense.
Shuizhu'er giggled when he touched her. She quickly raised her sleeves to cover her lips and said with an angry smile, "If you touch her again, you'll get money."
Ning Que lay low in her arms and replied confusedly: "Your brother and I are now a man with a net worth of two thousand taels. How can I still lack this little money? If the monk can touch it, why can't I touch it? After spending a spring in the sky, I can't touch it."
how?"
Shuizhu'er was a little annoyed when he heard this, but when he heard the word "monk", he was confused. He raised his head and glanced at Situ Yilan for help. Situ Yilan spread his hands and said angrily: "How did I know that this is
What nonsense?”
Then, with a little force of her fingers, she grabbed Ning Que's front and forcibly raised him up a few points. She leaned in front of his face and said loudly: "If you drink too much, go back quickly. Isn't there no one waiting for you at home?"
I don't know whether it was because he was blown by the night wind beside the fence for a long time or because Situ Yilan shook him hard, or because some key words in this sentence touched the sensitive soul in Ning Que's mind. His body suddenly shook.
After the freeze, Youyou woke up and turned around, looking at the night scene outside the fence with her dull eyes and murmuring: "Yes, there are still people waiting at home."
Situ Yilan and Miss Shui Zhuer looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Where the two thousand taels of silver that Ning Que mentioned before came from was not their concern at all. They were happy that they finally didn't have to.
Accompany this poor man to become rich and go crazy.
However, to their surprise, Ning Que stood up unsteadily, broke away from Situ Yilan's hand, and gently avoided it.
Shuizhu'er, who wanted to help him, staggered into the building, grabbed a writing brush from the accounting room, tore off a page of accounting paper, Yushan leaned half-leaning by the table, wrote numbers in cursive with drunken eyes, and then said: "
Take me back to Lin 47 Lane for me."
Shuizhu'er came over and took a look, and saw a few extremely scrawled words written on the account book paper. The frames of those words were crooked and scattered, and the trailing white threads were hanging and unclear. If you didn't read it carefully, you couldn't read it at all.
What is written without coming out——
"Master Sangsang, I'm drunk and won't come back to bed today. Remember to drink the leftover chicken soup on the pot."
Ning Que is a gentle guy on the outside but very calm and self-possessed at heart. He knows very well that his drinking capacity is very poor, so except for drinking with Sang Sang, he rarely drinks too much and loses control. But this time the situation is a little different.
My son was so happy that he felt lost without wine to cheer him up.
This joy that comes from the deepest part of his heart has nothing to do with drinking in the brothel at night, nor does it have anything to do with his college classmates taking advantage of their youth to scold Fang Qiu for wanton carnival. It is purely because he saw the message on the tissue paper in his old newspaper.
, in the warm sunshine of the afternoon, he vaguely saw the direction of the door to that wonderful world. After searching for more than ten years in despair, he finally saw a glimmer of hope. Is there anything else in the world than this?
, what better time than now to get drunk?
Shuizhu'er couldn't help but laugh when she saw his cute drunk look. She held his left arm and shook her head and said, "Stop drinking. I'll ask the carriage to take you home later."
Ning Que gently held her hand, his palm was covered with slightly wet sweat, and realized that Jiu Zui Xin Ming's words were very reasonable. He squinted his eyes slightly to hide his nervousness, and pretended to be calm and said: "I won't come back tonight.
"
"It's not good of you to have a party with classmates." Shuizhu'er laughed and teased, "Where's the elegance?"
Ning Que took advantage of the wine and said, "I'm just a little soldier here. I don't know what elegance is. My dear sister, what if you let me be vulgar tonight?"
"Don't pretend to be crazy when you're drunk, and you'll regret it when you wake up." Shuizhu'er mocked, "If I don't say anything when I'm sober, what will happen if I make you vulgar?"
Ning Que narrowed his drunken eyes and waved his hands repeatedly, and said with a naive smile: "That's not possible, that's three vulgarities."
"I can't stand listening to this nonsense anymore." Situ Yilan frowned, covering her forehead to suppress the drunkenness in her belly, and said, "Ning Que, you want to act recklessly, can you pick a different day?"
Ning Que reluctantly stood up straight, bowed his head and said, "Miss Situ, this is the place you chose. If it were any other day, I really wouldn't have the guts to accompany a girl to a brothel."
Situ Yilan was speechless for a moment and glared at him bitterly, thinking to herself, you still know that you are accompanying me to a girl's house to visit a brothel? Then wouldn't it be nice for everyone to listen to a little song and watch Hu Wu talk about art and life? Why do you have to do it?
So and so?
Fortunately, she didn't say these words, otherwise she would have provoked Ning Que to make a long paragraph about how the difference between artistic young women and normal young women is just the difference in the order of development of things.
Miss Shuizhu'er looked at Ning Que with a smile and said sympathetically: "Ning Que, you seem to have forgotten something. Everyone Jian sent a message that day not allowing anyone to entertain you. Where can you go?"
As soon as Shuizhu'er finished speaking, a little maid with an arrogant and indifferent face appeared in front of everyone, carrying a bowl of fishtail sobering soup. This Miss Xiaocao, the personal maid of the Jian family, stared coldly into Ning Que's eyes.
, said: "Everyone, Jian, has said that no one is allowed to drink it. Then Ning Que, after you drink this bowl of hangover soup, go take a bath immediately to get rid of the stinky smell on your body. Come upstairs with me. Everyone, Jian, has something to say."
ask you."
There is a sentence pattern commonly used in Chinese novels to describe the behavior of a master, a master, a master, and that is: it was too late to speak, then it was too late, and as soon as the words fell, I saw... the appearance of the maid Xiaocao was very characteristic of such a master.
Her words were also very effective. As soon as she spoke, those college students who were eager to take the exam were persuaded by the girls around them. Ning Que himself let go of the wine bottle in despair, and everyone in the room was stunned.
quiet.
When Ning Que went to sober up and wash up, the academy students in the building naturally couldn't help but talk about what happened before. Especially those Chang'an students who knew the identities of Jian and his family couldn't help but talk about the palace to their classmates.
There were some secrets in it, some legend of the Tang Dynasty, so everyone became more curious about the previous scene.
The railing was still quiet. Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai talked softly for a few words before walking over again and standing not far from Shuizhu'er. She looked curiously at this leading figure in the capital's Fengyue Xing and whispered softly.
Asked: "Even if Ning Que is lucky enough to be in everyone's eyes, neither you nor Lu Xue, with your current status, need to do anything to please him, so I am very curious as to why."
"It was interesting that Ning Que was tricked into entering the building in the first place. That night everyone made it clear to Jian that the girls in the building were not allowed to entertain him. Other brothels in Chang'an City did not, but the girls in our building must be
No one dares to disobey Jian's wishes, but he still comes to our place often, what does this mean?"
Girl Shui Zhuer's eyes flashed, and she smiled and responded softly: "This shows that the young man came to chat with us girls just to chat, and we actually really want to have a simple chat with others."
Situ Yilan propped up her chin and leaned against the railing, deep in thought.
Shuizhu'er smiled and continued: "We like to chat with him because all our daily chats are not purely casual. We always think about how to make those royal censors happy and the Huangmen Minister happy. And Ning Que
He likes to chat with us because he is under pressure and needs to chat to relax. Now it seems that only in a place like ours and chatting with girls like us can he truly relax."
Situ Yilan frowned, her eyes full of girlish curiosity: "What kind of pressure can he have?"
"I don't know what problems there are in Ning Que's life, but I know there must be problems." Shuizhu'er gradually faded her smile and said with pity: "In your eyes, Ning Que is a calm and simple young man. Only those of us who have read everything
Only a poor person who has lived in the dust can see the pity hidden in his body."
Finally, the Chang'an red brand girl said softly: "In addition, I am also an orphan without a father and a mother."