In the afternoon, Lichun Courtyard Xiao's mother received a distinguished guest named Hong Gongzi. This red boy is very high-looking, dressed extraordinarily, and at first glance he is either rich or expensive. There was no more followers behind Hong Gongzi, only one followed and waited respectfully. Xiao's mother greeted the distinguished guests as usual and asked them if they had any acquaintances in the hospital.

Hong Gongzi said bluntly: "I heard that you are like a girl here is a wonderful person, and this son is also here for a girl, and the others are not seen." ”

Xiao's mother was embarrassed. Why does a noble son have to be like this? However, in places like Reishun-in, there are only guests who greet guests but do not send them off. Xiao's mother smiled and said, "Hong Gongzi, wait a while, I'll go and see if you are getting up?" Distinguished guests don't know, I'm like a hypocritical child, in the afternoon, I have to take a nap for half an hour, and I don't pay attention to the king of heaven and Lao Tzu. Mom, I reprimanded her for this, but she still went her own way. I can't help it. ”

The follower behind him scolded: "Bastard, who is my master?" There are only men waiting for the master of my house, but there is no master waiting for anyone. ”

Xiao's mother was stunned. Hong Gongzi waved his hand and said, "Even if you ask the girl to go, I'll sit down for a while." ”

Xiao's mother hurriedly went upstairs and asked for a girl. Hong Gongzi was led by the maid to sit down and make tea. The red boy sat down upright and looked around. Seeing that this Lichun Courtyard is really warm-hearted, it is also the warm fragrance of nephrite jade among the girls, and the warbler Yanyan is like entering the heavenly palace jade que, like a fairy.

Hong Gongzi's mood suddenly brightened, and he slowly took a sip of tea, which was also a good Ming Qian Longjing. Just as I was about to take a closer look at the calligraphy and paintings of celebrities on the wall. Xiao's mother happily went downstairs and said, "My family is like saying, please go upstairs and talk." ”

Hong Gongzi holds the heart of wanting to see Wanru. The dragon walked upstairs. When I opened the door, I saw a girl sitting up from the bed. The face is slightly powdered, and wisps of green silk hang down on the cheeks, which is lazy and abnormal, with a unique style.

This red boy has seen a lot of dignified and formal women, and at this time, it seems that he is tired of eating meat, and he just saw a plate of plain and light cabbage, and he is very happy.

As if he had a glimpse of Hong Gongzi, he still said lightly: "The slave just woke up from a sound sleep." Don't blame you. ”

As soon as Hong Gongzi saw it, his soul was about to fly into the nine heavens, how could he blame it? He smiled and said, "Slow down, girl, be careful of fainting, I'll just sit and stay out of the way." ”

It's like a smile. This smile made this red boy even more confused. It's like getting out of bed slowly and sitting in front of the mirror to comb your hair. Hong Gongzi stared straight at Wanru, but he couldn't bear it anymore at this time. Walking in, he grabbed Wanru's hair from behind and grabbed Wanru's hand. It's like stopping and listening to the red boy: "Han Shi." Zhang Chang thrush, and later there was a saying that the case was raised and the eyebrows were raised. I think it's a beautiful thing. ”

It's like although she is just a Qinglou woman, after all, her family background is extraordinary. You have a pair of discerning eyes and the ability to recognize people. This is also the reason why she favored Ai Gongzi before. See this red boy today. The gaseous state is elegant, not like a mortal. But I have the heart to give it a try.

It was as if he was combing his hair by the red boy, but he asked lightly: "Where is the red boy?" What do you do in Beijing? ”

Hong Gongzi said casually: "I am a cloth merchant, and I came to Beijing to sell cloth. I heard that the girl is like a girl who is the best among the Oiran, so I came to visit. ”

It was like a smile and said: "Hong Gongzi is polite, it's not like to say it, like like this to pick up customers for a year, I haven't seen the demeanor like a gentleman, which is admirable, and today I can only see people." ”

When Hong Gongzi heard this, although he was secretly happy in his heart, he was surprised: "Beijing is prosperous, there are many tourists, and there are celebrities, I don't know how much? How do you say that you only see people? ”

It was like shaking his head and saying: "Hong Gongzi's words are wrong. Hong Gongzi said that there are many talented people in Beijing, but I seem to be a person with a great temperament and a worried about the country and the people, and there is no second one at present. ”

Hong Gongzi was so surprised, but he was afraid that she was just making up words, and she just smiled slightly.

It was like saying again: "Look carefully, the red boy, with a clear appearance, eyes like shock, and cheekbones are accurate, he must be a rich and noble person." Although the slave doesn't know the general situation, the son should not think that the slave is a cheap thing in the green building. ”

Hong Gongzi was very surprised, but his face did not show it at all, and he smiled as if he was drinking. It's like being interested, and I'll have a few drinks with my son. After a few glasses of wine, the red boy got up and walked around, and saw the elegant dresser, the old Duobao Pavilion, the Qige Qinghua, and the Hunan curtain case, which was natural and beautiful. He glanced back at Wanru, and saw that the beauty was charming and moving, and this glance was just like looking at it, and he smiled. Hong Gongzi felt dizzy and dizzy. He turned his head and looked at the books on the case, the scrolls of calligraphy and paintings, piled up, and read them with his hands, but most of them were gifts from scribes, but he pointed to these gifts and asked: "There are so many couplets, is there anything that satisfies you?" ”

It seems to have replied unabashedly: "I am not afraid of the presumptuousness of the son, as if although he knows a little about words, he has not understood Samadhi." However, I feel that most of these gifts are general words, which do not quite fit Wanru's intentions. ”

This agitation only made the red boy proud, and said happily: "How about I give you a couplet?" ”

It's like a natural yes. Immediately, it was like taking out rice paper, grinding ink, and writing with paperweight. This red boy picked up the pen, pondered for a moment, and wrote down, but saw the couplet: It is not a beauty who comes out of the dust, just like a goddess descending to the world.

It's like seeing this couplet, reading word by word, it is very gratifying, and I praise it even loudly. It's just that this beauty and goddess are too famous. Hong Gongzi watched it carefully, and was very proud, although he signed the last paragraph, he wrote "Give Lichun as well", and then he had to sign the next paragraph.

As if he was busy shaking his hand, he said: "Son, slow down!" It's like something to say. ”

Hong Gongzi stopped his pen and listened to her say: "The last paragraph of the son's signature is like a cheap name, and the next paragraph should also be signed with the son's honorific name." Although each other is rich and poor, it seems that it is not a heinous court criminal, if the prince doesn't mind, why bother incognito? It's like thinking that the big husband is down, and the names and surnames of heaven and earth should not be hidden. ”

At this time, Hong Gongzi knew that he was so powerful, just this clever mouth, there was really nothing to refute. So, he no longer hesitated, and actually signed Changchun Jushi, and then threw a pen on the case. It was like staring at it for a while, and then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed and said, "It's like rudeness!" ”

Seeing that she didn't reveal her identity, Hong Gongzi liked her to be well-behaved, raised his hand and said lightly: "Get up, this is not in the Nine-Fold Palace, there are not so many rules." We were still drinking and chatting like we had just done before. ”

It turned out that this red prince was the Qianlong Emperor who paid a private visit to Weifu. During his visit, he not only met the first Oiran of the Beijing Division, but also fulfilled a wish of the son.

I couldn't believe it, and after a circle, Butterfly and Drunken Spring returned to this broken cell. However, things are not people, and the former Li Yulin has already fled to the underworld. Butterflies lay on their backs on the firewood and grass, with one leg crossed, scolding their mother boredly.

It's okay to be drunk, it's like no one is there, except for no wine and no meat, which is more sad. It's a pity that Zhao San, the jailer guarding the door, has already left. After that escape, everyone here was expelled and sent home. The Yamen has changed blood, and it is all newcomers who don't know each other. This time, the jailer is called Fei Mingshen, who is handsome and handsome. If there is nothing to do, Randie will say nonsense to others, but people will not fall into his trap, just nod and say yes shyly, and then the second sentence is gone.

Chaos Butterfly was angry, and said: "Fourth brother, you said that after we went down the mountain, why were you and I so unlucky, either imprisoned or detained, is it the reason why the Buddha is angry because he always eats wine and meat on the back of the master on the mountain?" ”

Zuichun replied lightly: "That's what you did, when did I steal it?" ”

Seeing that Zuichun didn't admit it, Randie became even more anxious, turned over from the pile of firewood and grass, and said loudly: "You are talking nonsense! Which time didn't you do it with me? On the fifteenth day of August, when the master fell asleep, the two of us secretly caught two pheasants on the mountain, made a fire and roasted them. As a result, forgot to pack up the chicken feathers. In the morning, the master got up and found chicken feathers all over the ground and punished us for sweeping the yard for a month. And that time, during the winter solstice, we went to the bottom of the mountain to drink, but we collided with the master, and the master twisted his ears and went back to the mountain, do you dare to say that it is not you? ”

Zuichun turned a deaf ear, pursed his lips and sighed and read: "The poor monk has not been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and the things on the rivers and lakes have long been forgotten. ”

Randie shouted: "Fourth brother, you are also a bit of a scoundrel." Although I don't do good deeds, I at least admit it. It's better for you to talk nonsense with your eyes open. Third brother, I can't stand such a person. Come, come, come, let's fight. ”

It turns out that Butterfly is idle and bored in the cell, looking for something to do. In the cell, there are no girls singing songs, and there are no embroidered spring paintings to see, the only thing that can be done is to fight, and you can also send a little loneliness in prison.

After speaking, Randie jumped up first and punched Zuichun. His little tricks are well understood. I didn't see how Zuichun moved, and he had already dodged Butterfly's fist. Seeing that Zuichun had reacted, Randie became more and more provocative, and simply punched him with a hammer and a fist. There is no rule in this style of fighting, it is quite like a street fight among ordinary people. Drunken Chun couldn't dodge, so he had to jump randomly, and if he couldn't escape, he would give him a look.

The beaten Butterfly was very excited, whining and shouting, dancing with his fists and feet like he was crazy. The two were fighting against each other, but they were more lively than just now. Fei Mingshen sat outside the prison door, just watching, and did not come to stop him.

After playing like this for half an hour, both of them had slight sweat on their faces. Butterflies are all comfortable, but the cell is small, and the fight is not fun. He begged Fei Mingshen to open the prison door and let them go out to breathe. Fei Mingshen didn't pay attention to him, just smiled shyly.

At this moment, two jailers escorted a dark and thin man in. This man is not very old, at most seventeen or eighteen years old. The man's hands were tied, and he was still shaking a huge apple in his mouth.

Butterfly stopped and looked at the boy with a wry look.

The two jailers said to Fei Mingshen, "Open the cell door and let this prisoner in." ”

Fei Mingshen agreed, took out the key of the cell door from his trouser pocket, and opened the prison door. A jailer untied the chains from the young man's hand, pushed him indoor, and said, "If you dare to steal our master's silver, I think you are impatient." It's not for me to say, as long as you are locked up here, don't try to escape, wait to be beheaded by the autumn queen. (To be continued......)