Yao Chuxi's study is quaint and chic. Yang Muyun stood in front of a painting hanging on the wall facing the door, which depicted a bearded man with his hands on his hips and legs slightly bent and spread apart, looking up at the sky triumphantly. A white-faced man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth, frowned slightly, clenched his hands into fists, and lay on the ground about to crawl under his crotch.

"This is Wu Daozi's authentic handiwork, and it is said that the painting style is above his painting "Xiao He Yue Chasing Han Xin". Yao Chuxi introduced next to him.

"The eldest husband can do nothing, can endure a momentary humiliation in exchange for the next day to dominate the world, and be crowned a king. Real husband too! Yang Muyun sighed.

"The Marquis of Huaiyin is a native of Huai'an, and his story is familiar to local three-year-old children. The experience of his life is amazing. Yao Chuxi stroked his beard. My father's early years were very similar to him, although he never climbed the crotch of a man's pants, he also suffered great humiliation. The old man was thinking that if he hadn't been able to endure the momentary anger at that time, maybe he wouldn't be able to stand here with his nephew today. ”

"Shibo spurred himself on with the ambition of the Marquis of Huaiyin, which really made the younger generations admire."

"It's a fate to be able to meet my nephew today. The old man is self-denying, and there is really nothing to give to the virtuous nephew, only a few calligraphy and paintings remaining, and he can still get his hands on it, and he also asks the virtuous nephew to come and take a look. As he spoke, he walked over to the bookcase and unfolded a scroll.

Yang Muyun walked to the front of the case, and Yao Chuxi unfolded a landscape painting. In the painting, the mountains and rivers are wonderful, and the steep rocks stand proudly among the peaks, like a waterfall flowing down from the mountain wall. The magnificence of the waterfall and the majesty of the mountains are integrated, the artistic conception of the mountains and flowing water is full of paper, and there is a kind of quiet and sparse in the magnificent grandeur.

"This is a map of mountains and rivers made by Gu Kaizhi in his later years, what does the virtuous nephew think?"

"Gu Sanjue is best at painting people, and because of this, his landscape paintings are particularly precious." Yang Muyun pointed his finger at it, exclaiming from time to time. "Everyone's work, really far-reaching."

"If he is not indifferent to fame and fortune, how can he become a generation?" Yao Chuxi twisted his beard and smiled.

"Why do people who are indifferent to fame and fortune go to cling to the powerful as staff?" Yang Muyun smiled indifferently, "If you can't do it, you will be in love with the landscape, and you will write on the cliffs with a pen and a pen on the rocky stream, but you can't get rid of the common disease of the literati, and Gu Sanjue is not exempt from vulgarity!" ”

"From the painting, you can see the literati style, it seems that this painting and the virtuous nephew is also fateful, the old man will give this painting to the virtuous nephew, please don't push it back." Yao Chuxi slowly rolled up the scroll.

"This is a treasure of Shibo, and the little nephew can't accept it." Yang Muyun hurriedly excused himself.

"If the virtuous nephew doesn't accept it, the old man will burn it." Yao Chuxi said, raised the scroll and wanted to put it into the incense burner.

"Shibo must not, the little nephew just accepts it."

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When he came out of Yao's mansion, it was already dark at night, and the carriage ran through the dark streets, making a creaking sound.

"Xianggong, you see, this is a paddy field coat given to me by Mrs. Yao," Zhou Mengnan showed a paddy field coat with light green, reddish black, and deep cyan, and the contrast color was very bold and ingenious. "This Mrs. Yao's hands are really skillful, and the clothes cut out are not only beautiful and generous, but also delicate and fit, just like tailor-made for me."

"Is Mrs. Yao and Master Yao in a good relationship?" Yang Muyun didn't look at the dress.

"It should be, I heard Miss Yao say that the two of them have never blushed."

"Has Lord Yao ever been in and out of Fengyue Place?"

"Is Master Yao like that?" Zhou Mengnan smiled and looked at him with an ambiguous look.

"Why is a man who is clean and not greedy for ink so hospitable to us and gives us gifts?"

"If you don't want to be greedy for ink, you have to be an old-fashioned person?" Zhou Mengnan glanced at him, "If he is not familiar with the world, how can he become a member of the imperial court." ”

"The lady said well, Lord Yao is from the fourth grade, and I am only the sixth grade, it seems that this person's sophistication has no reason to reach me, right?"

"Xianggong is really a wonderful person, I haven't even forgotten what Jinyiwei does, not to mention that he has won a lot from the fourth grade, that is, the first and second grades of the imperial court, Jinyiwei, right?"

"Could it be that Lord Yao is afraid of being taken down by me?"

"I can't answer this, you can look it up." Zhou Mengnan's eyes rolled, "In short, it doesn't hurt to be good friends with a brocade guard." ”

Seeing that Yang Muyun was silent, Zhou Mengnan asked, "I don't know what kind of gift Lord Yao gave to Xianggong?" ”

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just a calligraphy and painting of an old man." Yang Muyun patted the scroll beside him.

"Let me see," Zhou Mengnan said and unfolded the scroll, "Gu Kaizhi's mountain and flowing water map, Lord Yao's pen is really not small. ”

"What about Mrs. Yao? I won't just give you a paddy field coat, will I? Yang Muyun said with a smile.

"There is only one statue of Guanyin hanging in Mrs. Yao's house, you can't let her take it off and give it to his wife to worship in the morning and evening, right?" Zhou Mengnan quipped.

"Guanyin statue?" Yang Muyun's heart jumped suddenly. Busy asking: "What kind of Guanyin statue is it?" Is it the same as the common Kannon statue? ”

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As the husband and wife were talking, the carriage unconsciously stopped at the door of the Tongfu Inn.

"Xianggong, will you let Su Yue accompany you today? I'm feeling a little sick. Zhou Mengnan got out of the carriage and whispered to Yang Muyun with a red face. At the thought of being in the same room with him at night, Zhou Mengnan felt nervous for no reason.

"No, I still have something to do, so I won't go up, if you don't feel well, let Su Yue accompany you!" Yang Muyun was more nervous than her, and after speaking, she turned around and fled.

"Xianggong-" As soon as Zhou Mengnan shouted, Yang Muyun's figure disappeared into the flow of people.

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At that time, Zhenhuailou Street was still brightly lit, and this time was the most prosperous time for the business of Goolan Washe. There are bewitching women standing everywhere on the streets, scratching their heads and seducing the men who buy sex passing by.

"Little Xianggong, don't go! Come to my sister! A woman in red raised a handkerchief and blocked Yang Muyun's way.

"Girl, are you here in Etriol?" Yang Muyun asked.

"Hmph-just with those sluts in Yicuilan, how can they compare to the girls in my Red Embroidery Garden." The woman in red rolled her eyes, "Come to the Red Embroidery Garden with my sister, you want to die-"

"No need." Yang Muyun was covered in cold sweat and ran away in a hurry.

......

"At this time, it's really hard to ask a place." Yang Muyun took a long breath, "The girl of the Nandu National Color Pavilion is charming but not demonic. It's like this Huai'an, one by one, like a she-wolf, eager to eat the man alive. He suddenly had a feeling of escape.

"Wow-wow-" There was a sound of throwing money bags, and Yang Muyun followed the sound. A clear-eyed young man proudly tossed the money bag in his hand in the air as he walked.

"It's him again—" Yang Muyun rolled his eyes and quietly followed.

"Haha, I've made a fortune, there must be a lot of ...... in it" Before the young man finished speaking, the money bag in his hand disappeared suddenly. Then his smile froze on his face, his eyes widened, and his mouth wide open. The scholar of the day stood in front of him again.

Yang Muyun also learned from him and threw away the money bag in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "We meet again." ”

"Uncle—" The boy fell to his knees with a thud. "Spare the little one, I don't dare anymore."

"Want to get this bag back? Come with me if you want. Yang Muyun said and turned around and walked towards a remote place. The boy got up and slowly followed.

"What's your name?" Yang Muyun asked.

"I ...... I don't have a name, everyone calls me Xiao Liangjun. The boy muttered.

"That name sounds good, too? A gentleman on a small beam. Yang Muyun said with a smile. What about your parents? ”

"I don't have parents, I'm an orphan." Xiao Liangjun's head hung down.

"It seems that you are not only a gentleman on the beam, but also a little poor worm." Yang Muyun suddenly sympathized with him.

"Xiao Liang-jun—" There was a loud roar in the darkness.

"Ah-" Xiao Liangjun exclaimed, trembling all over, "It's Brother Zhibiao." ”

"Who is Brother Zhibiao?" Yang Muyun turned to look at him and asked.

"Yes......" Before Xiao Liangjun finished speaking, he saw a black-faced man with a full face and meat leading a group of ragged people to come to him.

"Xiao Liangjun, where are you today? Why haven't you handed it in until now? The black-faced man rolled up his sleeves and asked in a strange way.

"Chi ...... Brother Zhibiao, I ...... I haven't ...... for a day Didn't eat. It's really ......," Xiao Liangjun stammered, trembling all over.

"Useless stuff!" The black-faced man slapped over, and "snapped" Xiao Liangjun was slapped hard, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The black-faced man has to fight again, "Stop!" Yang Muyun's body moved, and he stopped in front of him.

"Yo! Where did you come from? Lao Tzu taught his own people, what are you blocking, get out of the way-" said and stretched out his hand to push Yang Muyun. But before he touched the other party's clothes, he only felt his throat tighten, and the whole person was pinched by his throat and lifted up.

"Who are you telling to get out of the way?" Yang Muyun said coldly.

“...... Hmm...... "The black-faced man's face was flushed, his eyes bulged out, and his legs kept kicking in the air. Seeing his tongue sticking out, Yang Muyun snorted coldly, shook his hand, and threw him to the ground with a thud. A group of ragged men behind him hurriedly helped him up.

"Don't get out of here—" Yang Muyun shouted angrily, and a group of people helped the black-faced man to run away.

......

"You eat slowly, it's all yours, who are afraid that you won't be able to rob it?" Yang Muyun quipped.

"Engong doesn't know, I haven't eaten for a day." Xiao Liangjun gobbled up the noodles in the bowl, which was already the third bowl of noodles he had eaten.

After Yang Muyun rescued him, he led him to the small noodle restaurant on the corner of the street.

"How old are you?" Yang Muyun asked.

"Fourteen."

"I'm a year older than you, you can call me brother!"

"No, no, no-" Xiao Liangjun's head shook like a rattle, "You have such a great ability, and you saved me, I am willing to be a little follower by your side, just call you a son, okay?" ”

"Whatever you want!" Yang Muyun smiled. "Click" still held a rose-colored money bag on the table, "Do you still recognize this money bag?" ”

"This is the girl of Etrilan." Xiao Liangjun said with something in his mouth.

"Where's Etriol, you know?"

"Of course, as long as it is a place in Huai'an City, I can touch it with my eyes closed." Xiao Liangjun said proudly.

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Yicui Column is located in the Huamen Lane on the west side of Huailou Street in the town, the old bustard Li Siniang cranked the fan, and was greeting the guests with a smile on his face.

"This boy is very tight, this is the first time to come, right?" Li Siniang greeted her with silky eyes, "I don't know if there are familiar girls?" ”

"Is Miss Bunon here? I came specifically for her. Yang Muyun said with a smile.

"Childe has a good eye, Binong is our red sign here," Li Siniang laughed and cranked the fan, "but she has been taken over by a big official and has now been sent to someone's house." ”

"That's not a coincidence." Yang Muyun turned around regretfully.

"Childe-" Li Siniang took a few steps and stopped in front of him, "Childe, there are other red girls in the Yicui column, Childe can try it, Xueyan——? ”

"Hey—" A bewitching girl in a pomegranate red dress moved to Li Siniang's side like a dragonfly. "Mom called me?"

"Little hooves that don't have long eyes, don't hurry up and serve this son." Li Siniang scolded with a smile and squinted at Yang Muyun.

"Childe, please come with me-" The bewitching girl smiled and stepped forward and grabbed Yang Muyun's sleeve.

Before walking into the Xueyan girl's room, Yang Muyun instructed Xiao Liangjun behind him: "You go and inquire about Miss Binong's residence, she will tell me as soon as she comes." ”

"Yes, Childe." Xiao Liangjun nodded in response, and slipped into the night like a tanuki against the wall.

"Childe, please come in-" Xueyan waited for Yang Muyun to come in, turned around and closed the door. Just as he was about to speak, a shining ingot of silver was placed in front of him. Xueyan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Now you lie down in your bed and go to sleep, and you are not allowed to take off your clothes, and you are not allowed to speak. I'll give you another ingot at dawn. Yang Muyun said with a smile.

"Yes, Childe." This sentence was more powerful than a lullaby, and Xueyan took the silver and obediently came to the bed, opened the curtain, and then lay down in his clothes.

Yang Muyun sat quietly on the chair at the table, staring at the red candle in front of him, and took out the piece of silver engraved on the bottom from his arms and played with it under the candlelight.

"Picked up the woman in the Qinglou late at night, but didn't dare to come here to prostitute the night, it seems that the identity of this big official is worth playing." The corners of Yang Muyun's mouth were slightly hooked.

"Bang-bang! Boom! Boom! Boom! "The gong outside was slow and fast, and it struck five times.

"It's the fifth watch!" Yang Muyun stretched his waist and yawned.

"Tuk-tuk—" Someone knocked on the window lattice.

Yang Muyun stood up vigilantly and went over to open the door gently.

"Childe, Miss Binong is back!" Outside the door was Xiao Liangjun's clear-eyed face.