Chapter 143: Admonishing Fengyue

The sentence that Chu Meng said when he took the fan back: "I will definitely pack up such things" was a pun, and Fu Xuan heard it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info That day, the first dream and he spread a fire on the "crisis of trust", Fu Xuan fully listened to his heart, and reflected that he could no longer be so freewheeling and willful, although he had fallen in love with the first dream, he was polite in the eyes of outsiders, and the image of the elegant and gentle son had already panicked like a childish idiot in front of the first dream.

But although he didn't show it on his face, it didn't mean that he accepted it calmly in his heart, and he went to Menghuanyi early in the morning, leaving him alone in the bedroom with thoughts flying wildly.

At this time, Qingqing came, holding a letterhead in his hand, and said when he entered the house: "Brother Xuan, someone outside the house today sent a strange note, saying that he wanted to hand it over to the girl of the first dream, and also called Qingqing to give a lot of money as a reward, and specially told Qingqing not to tell Brother Xuan about this matter, Qingqing thought it was inappropriate, or hand it over to Brother Xuan to take a look." ”

Fu Xuan took the letter lightly and condensed: "The first dream girl is not here at the moment, although there is an abnormal situation, but it is not appropriate to open other people's letters privately, this letter will be left here first, and I will open it with her when the first dream girl comes." ”

"Brother Xuan'er is not a righteous gentleman!" Qingqing smiled innocently, grabbed some cakes and fruits on the table and went back.

When Qingqing handed him the envelope, he had already used his voyeuristic brain, and at this moment the letter was collected in the plain white and red envelope, faintly revealing the ink words underneath, and every stroke was like a thin spider's leg gently sweeping across the bare skin, tickling people's hearts very uncomfortable.

Fu Xuan thought for a moment, but still couldn't resist the temptation, held the letter high against the hanging sun and looked at the light, the light from the sky unhindered shot down a phantom of the intersection of virtual and real cast on Fu Xuan's eyes lit up by the light into brown, a few strokes in the letter paper thin slightly revealed, Fu Xuan looked at the heart of a move, in line with his practice of calligraphy, this word is known from whose hand.

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

Fu Xuan smiled elegantly, and his eyes were full of confidence, and he stared at the letterhead, and a plan came to mind.

Before the Red Breeze Pavilion set a fire by Richer Zhi, I never thought that this Richer Zhi was quite heavy, and the fire was so big that it burned a teaching workshop next door into charcoal. Fortunately, the miscellaneous servants of the teaching workshops on each floor quickly helped evacuate the crowd, except for the destruction of some objects, there were no casualties, after all, Fu Xuan had been assassinated before, and all the teachers were cautious about pinning their heads to the straps.

But this fire, in the end, still diluted the enthusiasm on the flower street, and the son was very desperate, and poured two more head pai teaching shops, and the business here instantly cooled down.

Among them, Huan Jie has always been a different person, he knows that there are tigers in the mountains, and he prefers to go to Tiger Mountain, and he prefers to call Chu Meng to accompany him to 'Tiger Mountain' for recreation.

The absurd night of the Red Breeze Pavilion that night, for a few days, has been called Huan Du's aftertaste.

He used to regard himself as proud and noble, and he had always disdained the love of his children, but that night was like a mound, burying his former self-righteousness, there was a beautiful woman who was so charming and gentle, and was willing to help him inherit the great cause, what man could not be tempted?

Therefore, he went to write another letter and invited Chu Meng to "rub the powder dough Zhu" again under the bright moon, completely forgetting that he had left Chu Meng behind in the fire and fled for his life.

Coincidentally, this letterhead was intercepted by Fu Xuan.

When the moon is on the bright building, the window lattice of the Feifei Pavilion is hung with blue tassel silk pendant, imitating the sentence "In the past, I went back, the willows are still around; In response to the name of this "Fei Fei Pavilion", the moonlight passes through the tassel silk and is covered with a layer of mist atmosphere, which complements the interior of the private room.

Huan is leaning on the couch with his wide skirt and drinking wine, his chest is full of moonlight, there is no geisha in the private room to accompany the wind and the moon, he is waiting for a person, his heart is inevitably restless, and it is good to call the light of the ice wheel like water.

When it was young, the moon quietly climbed up to the second watch and disappeared into the clouds. Huan was already drunk, and his heart was a little more anxious than before, but he was still still Tao Ran for the whole. Half-drunk and half-awake, only to hear the sound of squeaking from the carved door, he opened his drunken eyes, stared at the dark and mysterious carved door gap, and looked forward to the beautiful woman stepping forward......

Suddenly, a ball of paper flew from it, right in the middle of Huan's chest.

The ball of paper was light and soft, and he didn't feel it when he fell down, but a ball of doubts wrapped around his heart was getting bigger and bigger like a ball of thread. He squinted drunkenly, hesitated for a moment, and then groped for a moment and slowly unfolded.

Through the fire candle shrouded in light gauze, two lines of drunken words swaying and changing each other came into view.

"Today, the sunrise out of the mansion is blocked, please enter the mansion one by one, the West West Gate door is closed at night and there is no one to handle the handle, the door is lightly buckled three or three times, plus a cuckoo crying, there is its own person to answer it. ”

This font is written crookedly, as if some force can't be used, which happens to echo the fact that she was whipped and injured before the first dream, but the handwriting is extremely delicate, and she is like a person, which is just right for her to meet when she usually looks like a clean and jade.

But in the end, the handwriting of the first dream has never been seen, and although he is drunk, he still has three minutes of sober consciousness. Is this a trap?

Huan all stared at these lines of ink for a long time, hummed and laughed, casually threw the paper ball aside, and shouted outside the private room: "Mama, invite the girl with the best face and the best piano skills in the pavilion. ”

Mama is naturally a person with six visions and ears to listen to all directions, Huan is currently Sima Xi's former celebrity, and she has to be more thoughtful. From time to time, the three brightest geisha in Feifei Pavilion walked into the room with Tingyu in their hands, each holding a pipa, a piano and a drum, and sat beside Huan Jie in a loop, and their strands of waist were hooked on Huan Jie's robe intentionally or unintentionally.

The geisha bowed their heads to Huan Jie, added some wine to him, and smiled so charmingly that they each set up their musical instruments, and the melodious harmony rose around the beam like a warbler's song.

Huan was quite satisfied with these three people, smiling and embracing the beauty on his side, and the beautiful sound in his ears accompanied by the fragrant powder dew on the geisha's body made people feel refreshed and intoxicated.

"What's so good about the first dream? Huan Du said that, he hooked his arm and kissed Xiangze in person.

"Huan Xian Ma, drink quickly. The geisha smiled and played with their long hair.

"Yes, what's so good about that first dream!" Huan Ji raised his head and drank a glass of wine, and when he lowered his head, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes that could not be hidden.