Chapter 15: What is the origin of the Listening Pavilion?

Zhang Yang smiled, blushed, and said with a comfortable expression: "Since Qingluan can't sing for the master, it's better for the master to take back the guqin." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was dumbfounded.

I've seen shameless, but I've never seen such shameless.

The old bustard has been mixed in the Qinglou all his life, and the first time he saw the gift that the son gave to the girl, afterwards, he wanted to take it back in a grand manner, and he laughed angrily for a while: "Second little grandfather, you are joking." ”

Zhaocai on the side quietly pulled the corner of the master's clothes and reminded: "Master, listen to the sound pavilion, we can't afford to mess with it." ”

In this world, there are still people in the world that the British government can't afford to mess with?

Zhang Yang didn't believe in this evil, and said coldly: "Master, I'm not in the mood to laugh. ”

"Just a guqin, what's so rare!" The person behind the screen snorted coldly, "Pay you back!" ”

The guqin made of paulownia wood broke through the screen made of paper and flew straight out, almost hitting Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang instinctively to the side of his body, the guqin passed by, fell to the ground, clanged, and fell apart.

The guqin bought for 500 yuan was broken like this, and Zhang Yang felt that his heart was dripping blood. Five hundred yuan, that's a mountain of copper coins, and the military salaries of thousands of officers and soldiers in the western Beijing Defense Battalion for three months have just come to naught, which is really distressing.

A singer has such a big temper, he is angry, and he gets up and rushes back. He wanted to see what was sacred behind the screen, and he dared to play a majestic role in front of the second young grandfather of the British Mansion.

Before he could cross the white screen, two tall black figures appeared in front of him.

Two cold lights came to his face, Zhang Yang felt a pang in his heart, and said secretly: Oh no, these two people are masters, and they have to give their lives here today.

Just when the blade of the cold light was about to touch the hairs standing up on Zhang Yang's face, the Bodhisattva appeared.

"Stop!" Qingluan behind the screen spoke out and saved Zhang Yang's life.

At the command, the two black shadows disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

Zhang Yang's body was weak and couldn't move, so he let Zhaocai support him and walked out of the gate of Tingyin Pavilion.

As soon as the night breeze blew, my mind suddenly cleared up, and I realized that my back was wet and cold sweat flowed down to my waist.

No matter how important money is, you can't joke with your life. If the money is gone, you can make it again, and if you lose your life, you can GAME OVER.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked, "What is the origin of this Tingyin Pavilion?" ”

Zhaocai smiled bitterly: "A year ago, when the Tingyin Pavilion first opened, the son of the cabinet minister got drunk and made trouble inside, and was carried and thrown out. After sobering up, he brought rescue soldiers to show the bustard color, but he came arrogantly and went back with a disgraced face, and never dared to enter the door of the Tingyin Pavilion again, and no one dared to provoke trouble in the Tingyin Pavilion. ”

In the capital, who else will dare to do anything to the cabinet ministers, except for the bigwigs in the palace?

Thinking of the nimble skills of the man in black and the tone of the Qingluan girl, Zhang Yang instantly understood a lot of things, and gasped.

The old bustard did not allow outsiders to see Qingluan's face, presumably that Qingluan was either rich or expensive, and could not be seen by outsiders.

With the guards, freely entering and leaving the palace, who else can be willful and reckless, except for the emperor's own sister Princess Rongxiang?

There was a loud bang in Zhang Yang's head, he played big, this time he really played big, he had a thousand regrets in his heart, ten thousand. It's not good to offend anyone, how can you offend the emperor's most beloved sister?

Go back now, kowtow to the princess three times, is there any salvation?

Zhang Yang looked at the brightly lit Tingyin Pavilion and thought for a moment, but finally didn't dare to step into the door. I'm not afraid that kneeling and begging for mercy will lose face, but I'm afraid that the knife in the hand of the black-clothed attendant will accidentally fall on my neck.

Back in the house, Zhang Yang thought about it and felt that he had to make up for his mistake tonight.

"Zhaocai, do you listen to the news of the Yin Pavilion detective, and see that the Qingluan girl is gone?"

Leaving the Tingyin Pavilion, Zhaocai regained his self-confidence as a British general, "The second little grandfather, a singing Qingqi person, don't care if she is angry or not, let her go." ”

Zhang Yang was frightened in Tingyin Pavilion, holding his breath in his heart, at this moment his anger was like a torrent, and he kicked Zhaocai, "If you are told to go, you will go, where is so much nonsense?!" ”

"The little ones go right away."

Seeing Zhang Yang's anger, Zhaocai went out in a hurry.

Before leaving, Zhang Yang instructed: "Look at the point, if there is any news, report to me as soon as possible." ”

Zhaocai was clever in his work, and the news was sent back the next morning.

Listen to the old bustard of the sound pavilion and let out the words: The Qingluan girl has a hoarse voice, closes the door to raise her voice, and refuses to accept guests.

After babbling and singing for a long time, can you not have a hoarse voice and an inflamed throat? Whoever complains, they all complain about publicity.

He smiled, and the opportunity came.

At the beginning of the lights, Zhang Yang deliberately dressed up, carried the gift box prepared in advance, and went straight to the Tingyin Pavilion with the prosperity of recovery.

Before he entered the door, he was told by the little maid guarding the door: "Miss Qingluan is not here, the second little grandfather, please come back." ”

On weekdays, if you eat such a closed-door soup, Zhang Yang would have greeted him with a slap earlier, and he almost suffered a big loss in Tingyin Pavilion last night, Zhang Yang also knows how to be flexible, and said with a smile: "I'm looking for Cheng's mother." ”

When the old bustard Cheng's mother saw the second little grandfather, she lost her enthusiasm in the past, sat and drank tea by herself, and said hello lazily: "The second little grandfather is here, watch the tea." "Shut up and don't mention the matter of Miss Qingluan.

Zhang Yang took the teacup, took a sip, the faint tea fragrance was refreshing, and immediately praised: "Good tea!" ”

Cheng's mother raised her eyes and glanced at Zhang Yang, and said casually: "This is the new Wuyi Da Hong Robe this year, the taste is not strong enough, put it for a while, and the fragrance will be stronger." ”

Wuyi Da Hong Pao has always been a tribute tea to the emperor, and the quantity is scarce, and the British government can't share it. Listening to Cheng's mother's tone, it was sparse and ordinary, and I didn't think there was anything special.

What a master. A cup of tea is enough to show your identity - Tingyin Pavilion is not a force that your second little grandfather can provoke.

Zhang Yang followed the conversation and said: "Mother Cheng's blessing, I drank rare good tea today. ”

Cheng's mother smiled and said no more. In her opinion, the matter has come to this, but anyone who has a little brain, just accept it when he sees it and leave.

But Zhang Yang had a task in his body, how could he leave easily, he was flattering at the moment, and said: "Mother Cheng, I was offended by last night's incident, and Zhang Yang came here today to make amends to Miss Qingluan." ”

Cheng's mother raised her eyes and glanced at Zhang Yang, "Second little grandfather, you're polite." ”

Zhang Yang's smiling expression made Zhang Yang want to jump up and slap her, he knew this kind of employee with chicken feathers as an arrow. You want to pass her level, so she deliberately exerts her own little power, pinching you in the palm of her hand and playing with you to the fullest. Others begged them for something, and they had to be idle.

Dealing with this kind of little person is actually very simple, talk directly to her big boss. The real big bosses are smart people with clear minds, otherwise they wouldn't be able to sit in such a high position for long.