"Qinglou, what does the young master mean by this?" The servant stood aside, puzzled and frightened, as if he was afraid of offending Qingliu in front of him.

Qingliu also sat on the stool in embarrassment, looking at the table full of delicacies, and did not dare to move the chopsticks. Just casually walked into a store, who would have thought that it would be this kind of business, although he has a small deposit, but a fool knows that this kind of place is definitely a gold cave, can that little mangshi be?

Seeing that Qingliu didn't move his chopsticks or speak, he just sat there with a gloomy face, his face couldn't help but change slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Young master, wait a minute, the little one will go to find someone who can call the shots immediately, young master, please wait a moment." ”

After the servant finished speaking, he ignored Qingliu's surprised eyes and hurriedly ran out.

Qingliu is like sitting on pins and needles, and it is not to run, nor is it to stay.

In a panic, I only heard the sound of footsteps outside the small pavilion, but someone came.

Qingliu raised his eyes and looked out of the door, but it was two servants, surrounded by a woman, who walked in.

The woman is dressed in red like blood, her shoulders are slightly exposed, her arms are slender, her skin is like clotted fat, her fingers are like fine jade, and her eyes are bright and her teeth are delicate. Covering his lips and smiling, he looked at Qingliu who was seated, and said softly: "Yo, whose little master is it, and he has to be served by the concubine himself." ”

Look at this woman's face, she is in her early twenties, she looks good, graceful but not luxurious, although the tone is a little frivolous, but it is not annoying, and her eyes seem to have a trace of wind and dust, which is also a rare beauty.

Qingliu stared at the woman a little distracted, and only came back to his senses after a while, and whispered to himself: "It won't be that you called a Lou Kui for me." ”

The woman slowly walked to the table and sat down, gently poured a glass of wine for Qingliu, and said softly: "The concubine's name is Hongniang, and she is the housekeeper of Qingmanlou, which girl in the building does the son want to order tonight?"

Hearing that he was asking himself to order again, Qingliu just picked up the wine glass and put it down in a daze, and asked, "That... Can you not order it?"

Unexpectedly, after listening to Qingliu's words, the matchmaker smiled "poof" and said: "This little young master is really good Yaxing, he didn't order a girl when he came to this Qingmanlou, just to eat and drink, and it was the first time that the concubine had heard of it." ”

"Little young master, it can't be that you don't bring a mango stone, right?" Suddenly, the matchmaker put her face in front of Qing Liu, stared at Qing Liu's eyes and asked with a smile.

After hearing this, Qingliu turned his head sharply to look away as if he was being stepped on by someone's tail, and said, "Mang... Stone, mango stone has it, I have enough of it. ”

After that, he took out the small cloth bag in his pocket and put it on the table, and the mouth of the cloth bag opened slightly, revealing the muddy red manganese inside.

The matchmaker glanced at the small cloth bag on the table, smiled even more happily, got up and walked behind Qingliu, brushed her jade fingers over Qingliu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Little brother is really joking, you are a little mangshi... It's enough for the pot of Yuquan red liquor on the table. ”

Hearing this, Qingliu struck a spirit, blinked his eyes vigorously, turned his head to look at the matchmaker and said, "That... No, there are more than 500 miscanites here. ”

"Lou San, introduce the things on the table to this little brother, otherwise others will say that we are unreasonable all over the building. Still smiling, the matchmaker instructed a servant at the door.

The servant named Lou San nodded when he heard this, and said: "This pot of Yuquan red liquid wine, four hundred miscanthus stones, this openwork blue-veined fish, five hundred miscanthus stones, this Qixia Xiu mangye is the main dish, seven hundred miscanthus stones, this Ming Yu ginkgo fruit, four hundred miscanthus stones, this pure blue snow grass cream, five hundred miscanthus stones, this purple heart lotus seed porridge, three hundred miscanthus stones, this Anshen green leaf tea, five hundred miscanthus stones." There is a star stone in the middle of this table, the name of the dish is called Seven Rays of the Moon, a total of 3,300 stones, if it is an old customer, we generally charge 3,000 stones. ”

After Lou San finished speaking, he bowed to Qingliu, took a step back and still stood by the door.

"Three thousand three hundred mangshi?" Qingliu swallowed his saliva and said in a daze again: "That... I haven't eaten yet. ”

The matchmaker poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Then the little brother hurry up and eat, we will talk about these unhappy things after eating." You see that the concubine has eaten with you, so hurry up and eat. ”

Qingliu rubbed his palms, wiped the sweat from his palms, glanced at the servant at the door, and then looked at his thin arms like withered branches, gritted his teeth, and said, "Eat!"

The matchmaker was still holding the wine glass, taking a sip from time to time, looking at the young man who was gobbling up in front of her, she couldn't help but smile, and was about to pick up the wine jug and pour another glass, but the young man suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of the matchmaker's white and tender hand, the matchmaker was puzzled, turned her head to look at the boy, and was facing the young man's clear eyes, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Qingliu withdrew his palm, wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, and grinned, "That... This wine is quite delicious, leave me some. ”

The matchmaker couldn't help but be angry, drank all the remaining wine in the wine glass, and then quietly watched Qingliu eat Haisai on the side.

After a long time, after Qingliu finished eating, he stretched out his legs, comfortably slapped a big waist, turned his head and said to the matchmaker: "I'm done eating, settle the account, anyway, I just have more than 500 miscanthus stones, you look at it, I have no opinion." ”

The matchmaker got up, straightened out her somewhat wrinkled red dress, and said softly: "There are two ways, one is to let the little brother, your brothers and sisters, or the elders send the mangshi over, and you may have to be wronged before the mangshi is sent, and you will stay in our Qingmanlou for the time being." ”

"I have no relatives and no friends. Qingliu said, looking calm.

The matchmaker couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled: "Then you can only choose the second way, you are a servant in my Qingmanlou, and if you do it for half a year, I will let you go." ”

"Of course, you are the same as other building servants, the remuneration of 600 mangshi in a month, after half a year, whether to leave or stay, you decide for yourself, how?" asked the matchmaker to Qingliu.

Qingliu was silent, he kept calculating in his head, and after thinking for a while, he looked up and asked the matchmaker, "Do you want to eat and live?"

The matchmaker smiled from ear to ear after hearing this, and said: "You are planning to live in my Qingmanlou permanently, but when I am a servant of Qingmanlou, of course I have to take care of food and housing." ”

Qingliu also grinned when he heard this, and said, "Okay, I'll do it." ”

The matchmaker put away her smile and said, "Since I am the servant of the building, then you have to listen to me, I don't care what your name is, little brother, you will be called Lou Qi in the future, do you know?"

"The things that the floor servants have to do are very simple, wipe the table and sweep the floor, serve the dishes and wash the dishes, as long as it is chores, they are all done by the floor servants, Qing Manlou plus you have a total of seven floor servants, these things are very easy. Lou San, Lou Qi will be in charge of you from now on, if something happens to him, you carry it, do you know?" the matchmaker instructed Lou San at the door.

When Lou San heard this, he hurriedly bowed down and nodded.

After the matchmaker finished speaking, she glanced at Qingliu again, her eyebrows bent, she bowed, and said with a smile: "Lou Qi, the concubine has retired." ”

Watching the matchmaker walk out of the small pavilion, Qingliu walked up to Lou San and asked, "That... What should I do. ”

Lou San was expressionless, and said softly: "You clean up the table with us first, and wait for me to find you a servant's clothes, you follow me, you can do whatever I do." ”

Qingliu followed the third floor of the building to clean up the small pavilion, and soon after the cleanup, it was almost dawn, at this time Qingmanlou was also silent, Qingliu changed the clothes of the servant and stood on the pavilion of Qingmanlou, and took most of the red city into his eyes.

The Red City is still bright, the houses downstairs are jagged, but there is no sign of people, and the deep forest mountains in the distance lie outside the city walls, probably because of the dawn behind the mountain, the side of the deep forest mountains facing the red city is even more gray.

For a moment, the morning light pierced the black haze, the sunlight sprinkled and shrouded the entire Qingmanlou, and the deep forest mountains in the distance were scattered with a little red mang, with different shades, Qingliu looked at those faint points of light like fireflies, and couldn't help but think: Those, it's a miscanthus medicine, I shouldn't pick it in the future.

Qinghuan turned around and left the pavilion and whispered, "Qing Manlou, let's settle here for the time being." ”

Qingmanlou only opens the door of the building at dusk every day and begins to welcome customers, so it is no wonder that Qingliu walked in front of the building three times and did not know that this was a store. Qingmanlou's servants all live in a small courtyard behind the building, the courtyard is a bit like a courtyard, each building servant has a room, Qingliu's room is in the innermost side of the courtyard, although the room is not big, but it is also quiet.

Qingliu cleaned up the room inside and out, fell on the bed and rolled several times, only to feel extremely comfortable, and couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "I finally have a bed to sleep in." ”

At dusk, the Qingman Pavilion opened its doors to welcome guests.

"Young master, please, please. Qingliu learned Lou San's flattering appearance, led a young man in brocade clothes into the small pavilion, waited for the young man to sit down, and asked cautiously: "Does the young master want a book or do you want to help the young master choose?" ”

The young man picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it all, and drank: "Where did you get so much nonsense, go and call the moon over, and you will talk nonsense Young Master Ben will beat you to death with one palm." ”

There was a "bang", but the young man threw the wine glass on the ground and drank it again: "Scared stupid?

Qingliu came back to his senses and hurriedly ran out.

Walking to the pavilion, Qingliu asked Lou to check the roster, only to find that the girl named Tilting Moon had been counted.

"It's over, I'm going to go back and I guess I'm going to beat that little white face, what should I do. Qingliu paced back and forth in the pavilion, anxious but not knowing what to do.

At this time, Lou San walked out of the small pavilion and saw Qingliu pacing in the pavilion, so he stepped forward and asked, "Lou Qi, why don't you serve the young master of the Feng family in the small pavilion." ”

Qingliu pulled Lou San aside as if he had found a savior, explained the reason, and begged: "Third Brother Lou, why don't you go and talk to that little young master, I'm a little afraid." ”

grabbed a small handful of miscanthus from his pocket and stuffed it into Lou San's hand, and looked at Lou San with a blank eye. Lou San shook the mangshi in his hand and said, "Okay, I'll help you this time." ”

Qingliu followed behind Lou San, and walked into the small pavilion with him, only to see that the young man in the pavilion was picking up the wine jug and drinking wine to the spout, and when he saw Qingliu coming in, he slammed the wine jug on the table and drank: "What about the moon?"

Lou San stepped forward and bowed, and said, "Young Master Feng, I'm really sorry, Miss Tilting Moon has been counted tonight, or... Young master, do you change your position?"

"Someone ordered?Which bastard dares to rob someone with me?" Young Master Feng was furious after hearing this, and his left hand turned into a fist and slammed it on the table.

With a click, the table fell apart and the dishes and drinks on the table spilled all over the floor.

"Damn, so strong?" Qingliu was frightened by his punch and muttered softly.

"If you want me to change people, joke, I, Feng Tian, have never been afraid of anyone in Hongcheng, lead the way, this young master wants to see today, where did the turtle grandson come out, dare to climb in front of the young master and pretend to be the eighth king. Young Master Feng sneered, walked out of the small pavilion, and let Lou San lead the way in front.

Lou San was also sweating on his forehead, but it was difficult to ride a tiger, he glared at Qingliu fiercely, and walked in front of Young Master Feng very reluctantly.

Seeing that Lou San's steps were slow, the young master of the Feng family raised his foot and kicked Lou San's back, kicking Lou San to the ground one by one, and shouted, "Go faster." ”

Lou San turned over and got up, rubbed his back, bowed down again and again to apologize, and then took a quick step and led the young master of the Feng family to the door of a small pavilion.

"Young Master Feng, this is the pavilion, the little one will leave first. Lou San turned to the young master of the Feng family and said. The young master of the Feng family waved his hand impatiently, and Lou San was relieved and ran away.

Qingliu was still stunned, Lou San had already run away, standing behind the young master of the Feng family, he didn't leave, he didn't stay.

The wooden pavilion door is painted with red lacquer, and there is a thin layer of screen windows, which is not very soundproof, and a burst of laughter from the pavilion comes from the laughter of the warbler and the swallow, and from time to time it is mixed with the words of the young man in the pavilion, and the young master of the Feng family listens outside the door for a while, and he is already angry.

Lifting it up, it kicked the wooden red door to pieces, and the two people in the pavilion were startled.

I saw a woman in the pavilion picking up the wine glass to feed the young man next to her, the young man was enjoying it, who knew that the sudden kicking of the door, the woman was frightened, and spilled all the wine in the wine glass on the young man's face.

This woman is the moon, Qingliu knows that the famous girl in the Qingman Pavilion listens to Lou San and says that many young masters like to come to cheer her on, and the young Qingliu in the pavilion also knows that it is the young master of the Han family, and I don't know if it is called Han Chuan or Han Shan.

"Han Chuan, it's your grandson again, do you think your Grandpa Feng is a bully or something, dare to rob me of someone. The young master of the Feng family seemed to be still angry after kicking the door, and scolded.

Han Chuan also came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to wipe the wine on his face, stood up with a "rub", picked up the wooden stool next to him and threw it at the young master of the Feng family, the young master of the Feng family was also not slow to react, raised his hand is a punch, smashed the wooden bench to pieces, the wooden bench was broken, the wooden strips were flying, one stool leg was hula in the air and turned in circles, and the sound of "pop" was inserted on a red lacquered wooden pillar on Qingliu's side.

"My big, so fierce?" After the stool legs were already inserted, Qingliu reacted and looked at the red lacquered wooden pillar in a daze.

The wooden pillar had to be as thick as two people hugging it, and it was unusually strong, and the leg of the stool was so straight into the pillar that it was four fingers deep, how strong it must be.

In the small pavilion, Han Chuan didn't say a word, and another punch hit Feng Tian, Feng Tian also formed a fist with both hands, and met it, the two fists intersected, and there was a muffled "bang". Han Chuan and Feng Tian each took two steps back, but when they saw Feng Tian's face change, he exclaimed, "Have you reached the Triple Body Refining?"

Han Chuan shook his numb arm and said with a smile: "I was beaten by my brother-in-law a few days ago, and I broke through, what, miscellaneous, come again." ”

After speaking, Han Chuan threw another punch, and he was entangled with Feng Tian, and the two sides came and went, but they were inseparable. Feng Tian punched hard, forced Han Chuan away, took three steps back, and stopped his figure.

"You're lucky, hum!" Feng Tian snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and turned around to leave.

But I heard Han Chuan sneer: "Didn't labor and management let you go, didn't you beat me very well before?

Feng Tian turned his head and said: "We are all refining the body of the threefold, who can help whom? If I don't fight you, I don't want to waste Young Master Ben's time, I want to beat Young Master Ben, wait for you to enter the body and become a monarch, hmph." ”

After saying that, Feng Tiantou didn't look back, turned around and left, and Qingliu hurriedly followed.

After a fight with Han Chuan, the young master of the Feng family didn't seem to have any interest in having fun, and he didn't go back to his small pavilion, he walked towards the pavilion, Lou San ran over with a flattering face at this time, and said, "Young master, do you want to choose a new girl for you, young master, don't worry, the small vision is still good." ”

The young master of the Feng family was already angry and had nowhere to go, Lou San came over at this time, and Qingliu secretly said in his heart: I want to suffer. I saw that the young master of the Feng family raised his hand and slammed it on Lou San's chest, shouting: "Get out!"

Lou San was hit hard, flew out upside down, and hit the pillar of the top beam of the pavilion, vomiting blood. Qingliu hurriedly ran over, and hurriedly helped Lou San up, but saw Lou San's mouth gushing blood springs, blood mixed with internal organs, gushing out, just a few breaths, Lou San rolled his eyes and lost his breath.

Qingliu looked at Lou San who was out of breath in his arms in a daze, and was stupid.

The young master of the Feng family straightened his clothes, and did not pay attention to Lou San, who fell to the ground, but said in a loud voice: "Wait and tell the matchmaker to report the loss to the Feng Mansion, no matter how much, my Feng family will give three times." ”

As soon as he spoke, the young master of the Feng family walked out of the Qingman Building, turned around, and disappeared at the door of the building.

In the pavilion, Qingliu was still holding Lou San in a daze, and Lou Lou pulled him away on the first floor and the second floor, and then disposed of Lou San's corpse and wiped off the blood stains.

Qingliu Muran, only felt that his cheeks twitched a little, his hands were trembling all night, his expression was the same as the second floor of the first floor, and the dead Lou San, and the same as the servants in the building, without expression.

No... Maybe it's still a little different, other servants can still pretend to be flattering, but Qingliu can't do it...

It was almost dawn, everyone left, and the servants went back to the small courtyard behind the building to rest, Qingliu sat alone on the pavilion of Qingmanlou, with his arms and knees, and his eyes looked into the distance sloppily.

"What are you hiding here?" A pleasant voice sounded in Qingliu's ears, but I don't know when the matchmaker walked to Qingliu's side.

Qingliu was silent, still looking into the distance.

The matchmaker didn't say anything anymore, but just sat next to Qingliu and sat on the top of the pavilion.

is still wearing a red dress like blood, and the faint fragrance on the red lady's body is overflowing, lingering on the tip of Qingliu's nose.

"I want to go home. After a long time, Qingliu spoke softly, breaking the silence.

"The people here... It's horrible. Qingliu muttered to himself.

The matchmaker was silent, but also looked into the distance, the dawn broke, the light in the distance came from the sky, over the deep forest mountains, over the walls of the Red City, over the uneven houses, the eyes of the two moved with the passage of the sun, and finally, the sunlight fell on the toes, knees, chests, and finally reflected on the faces.

The matchmaker suddenly turned her head to look at Qingliu and said softly: "Here, there are only two ways to live, either you have the strength to control your own life, or... You have to grovel. ”

Qingliu turned his head suddenly, looked at the matchmaker's eyes like a pool of autumn water, and was silent for a long time.

The matchmaker's eyes flashed, and after a while, she got up and stood up, turning around to leave.

Qingliu still looked at the back of the matchmaker.

The matchmaker paused, turned her head suddenly, and said, "If you don't want to grovel... Then get stronger. ”