After the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, officials can prepare for the New Year's Festival at home without going to the official office; Even if some people have received gifts, most of them enter the palace to reminisce about old feelings with Emperor Tianyou, talk freely, or receive some rewards back.

If there is no special emergency, before the Lantern Festival, it is the longest vacation of the year for officials; Of course, the social exchanges between officials also reached their peak at this time.

Since Tianyou repelled the Liang army that invaded the south in Shouzhou in the eighth year, the Liang and Jin countries have fought fiercely in Qingzhou, Weizhou and other places in recent years, so that the Chu State occupying Jianghuai has not had any major wars for several years, and the treasury is not as tight as in previous years.

On the 25th day of the lunar month, His Majesty also proposed to reduce or exempt several miscellaneous donations at the last court meeting of the 12th year of Tianyou, in order to show the intention of recuperating with the people.

It's not too late, but the big and small mansions in the city can't wait to put up lights, and the sound of silk and bamboo is also endless, which seems to fully show that Da Chu has entered an era of singing and dancing.

Han Qian dragged his feet until late before entering the city, and he went straight to the Linjiang Marquis Mansion for a banquet surrounded by Zhao Kuo, Zhao Wuji, Lin Haizheng, and Fan Dahei.

The twilight was four, and the gloomy sky was full of snowflakes falling down.

Han Qian galloped into the city, sweating, at this time, let the cold wind blow, his face was like being cut by a knife, he looked up at the sky, thinking that after a few days of cold after the snow, the weather should be about to warm up.

Before rushing to the Linjiang Hou Mansion, he saw several guards from the Hou Mansion dragging a ragged old man and a skinny young man to the alley next to him, Han Qian thought it was to drive away the beggars, and when he heard the sound of punching and kicking in the alley, there was a trace of wail, and he felt strange in his heart, secretly thinking that even if the guards of the Hou Mansion were in a bad mood, they could drive the beggars in front of the mansion away, so why not pull them into the alley and beat them up.

Han Qian waited hesitantly for a while, waiting for a few guards to come back, and one of them was wiping the blood off his hands with a white sweat towel, and asked, "Who is that old man?" ”

"The old man of the Zhao Cang family, in the past few days, somehow brought a half-grown son, and the grandson ran into the city to shout grievances, and the entanglement is endless." The guard said nonchalantly.

Han Qian was familiar with the name Zhao Cang at first glance, raised his feet and stepped into the gate, and suddenly thought that this person was the guard who was judged by Shen He and Guo Rong to conspire with Zhao Shunde, the inner servant of Tsing Yi, to assassinate the Third Highness and missed.

Only then did Han Qian remember that after the clumsy "assassination" incident of the third prince Yang Yuanpu, no one in the Linjiang Marquis Mansion seemed to care about the fate of the purely innocent guard who was implicated in the assassination case because the blade was stolen by the third prince Yang Yuanpu, after being taken to the palace by Shen He to make a mistake.

Neither did he.

This guard named Zhao Cang seems to be just a prop, and he has been left in the corner, and no one cares if he is broken, no one cares about him and his wife and children.

Han Qian's figure froze there in a daze, and when he turned his head to take a look, he saw that under the dim street, the old man was about to crawl out with a bloody face, but he saw that a few wolf-like guards were still standing in front of the gate, and he was pulled back into the alley by the thin young man in horror.

Han Qian was about to step in with his head down, but he suddenly stopped and ordered the guards, "You pull those two over." ”

Han Qian is now not only the companion of the third prince Yang Yuanpu, but also the Hou Mansion and the Longque General's Mansion, even if few people know that he is the real descendant of the third prince Yang Yuanpu, if he orders this little thing, the guards below will not disobey his wishes, and immediately drag the old man and the young man over.

At this time, an unpretentious carriage drove over the stone road, stopped in front of the gate of the Hou Mansion, and saw the curtain of the car open a corner to reveal Yao Xishui's charming face, and looked at everything that happened in front of the gate of the Hou Mansion with great interest.

Han Qian glanced at Yao Xishui, who was sitting in the carriage, ignored her, and directly pulled the old man who was beaten to pieces, searched for the photo from him, and tore it to shreds.

Not to mention Zhao Wuji, Lin Haizheng and the others around them, several Hou Mansion guards were a little dumbfounded, but they just held down the old man and the young man with hatred in their eyes, so as not to offend Han Qian and Han Gongzi.

If you don't have a photo post to prove your identity, you are a homeless person - there are many homeless and hungry people outside the city, and if you don't have a photo post, you won't be arrested as a spy, but don't think about entering the city again.

Han Qian threw out the torn body sticker casually, as if it was integrated with the snowflakes, and said to Fan Dahei and Lin Haizheng behind him: "You two, drive these two eye-catching guys out of the city, and save you from seeing bad luck during the New Year." ”

Fan Dahei and Lin Haizheng couldn't bear it, but it was strange to say, they didn't know when it started, and they didn't dare to disobey the prestige of the young lord Han Qian, so they had to untie the horse from the bolt stone again, pull the old man and the young man to the horse, and whip out of the city while the city gate is not closed.

At this time, Yao Xishui, there were two maids from the Evening Red Mansion behind him, holding a bunch of boxes; The two coachmen sat quietly in the carriage, waiting for the matter to be over and then picking up Yao Xishui to go back to the Red Mansion in the evening.

Han Qian is the prince's companion and the Hou Mansion, and Zhao Kuo and Zhao Wuji, as the soldiers of the Han family, have long been registered in the Hou Mansion, so they can come and go freely, and they can also carry knives and bows inside.

Yao Xishui, as a dancing girl who was invited to perform, especially after the assassination incident, it was not so easy to enter the Hou Mansion.

Although the Hou Mansion had eight musicians rewarded by His Majesty, Yao Xishui also brought a guqin and sword weapons needed for sword dance, which needed to be handed over for inspection.

Moreover, the sword weapon must be handed over to the people of the Hou Mansion for safekeeping first, and it will be returned to Yao Xishui when it is needed.

Han Qian also didn't have the right to order the guards to skip this link directly, but just watched with interest as the maids in the Hou Mansion came over to search Yao Xishui.

Yao Xishui was wearing a snow-white robe, unbuttoning the robe, and the skirt she was wearing was relatively thin, when the maid of the Hou Mansion searched Yao Xishui, she could still see her tall figure quite expected, which reminded Han Qian of the situation when he was hugging the little shrew in the Red Mansion that day.

At that time, I was in a hurry to get out of the clutches of this little shrew, but I didn't think to feel the amazing touch carefully, and when I think about it at this time, the impression is very vague.

"Lord Han is so ruthless, this cold day will tear people's photos to pieces and drive them out of the city, so I am not afraid of this cold night, and there will be two more souls who freeze to death between heaven and earth?" Yao Xishui stared at Han Qian's eyes and asked with a smile.

"Miss Yao's dancing tonight must be shocking and crying, how can you let the two filthy goods disturb it?" Han Qian put his hands into the wide sleeves of his robe and stared at Yao Xishui indifferently.

Although Yao Xishui would dance today did not surprise Han Qian, Yao Xishui's appearance so calmly made Han Qian feel that this little shrew was not simple.

The third prince Yang Yuanpu's previous repeated treatment of him can be said to have been caused by the influence of Li Chong and others.

Although the third prince Yang Yuanpu may not like his arrogant and arrogant attitude in his heart, he will hate Li Chong and others for misleading him even more.

In the future, as long as he can restrain himself a little in front of the third prince Yang Yuanpu, but continue to secretly provoke Li Chong and others from time to time, so that their resentment towards him will not decrease, and it will only completely destroy the trust of the third prince Yang Yuanpu in them.

It's just that I didn't expect Yao Xishui to appear tonight, but he didn't show the reaction he wanted, it's really boring.

Yao Xishui's beautiful eyes glanced at the far street, and after a while, the sound of the horse was gone, and the shadow of the horse disappeared into the night.

"Lord Han, please first." Yao Xishui quietly asked Han Qian to go first.

Han Qian is engaged in the Hou Mansion, although he is not a regular official, but he is really lacking in official status, Yao Xishui is in the music book, so he naturally wants to call him as an "adult" and be behind.

In the Linjiang Marquis's Mansion, there are Anning Palace and the eyes and ears of the prince everywhere, and the third prince Yang Yuanpu will not be too eager to treat Han Qian, but after Yao Xishui followed Han Qian, his eyes burned when he saw Yang Yuanpu standing behind the weeping flower gate in the front yard looking at Han Qian, and he sighed secretly in his heart. Don't alarm Madame with this. ”

"The boy is dressed as a man?" The maid asked in a surprised whisper.

"Han Qian is blind, are you blind too?" Yao Xishui glanced at the maid and asked her to hurry out of the city to do errands, don't wait for the city gate to close, it will take too much effort to get out of the city again.

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Shen Yang, Guo Rong, Chen De, Li Chong, Li Zhihe, Chai Jian, Guo Liang, Zhang Qian, Feng Yi, Kong Xirong, Han Qian and other generals and officials who were nominally subordinate to the Linjiang Marquis Mansion and the Longque General's Mansion arrived one after another, and the dinner officially began; The female official Song Xin served on one side, commanding the chamberlain and the palace maid to serve the crowd for the banquet, and arranged for musicians and kabuki to appear on the stage one by one.

No matter how ghostly everyone usually is, after more than a dozen glasses of wine, the atmosphere of the scene gradually warmed up.

Yao Xishui appeared in the finale, changed into a colorful skirt with long water sleeves, and came out with a stunning complexion, and immediately compared the few musicians raised by the Hou Mansion who were still very good-looking, holding a bladeless short sword, wearing silk shoes, holding the sword and dancing slowly.

When Han Qian was in Xuanzhou, he heard that Yao Xishui was famous for his sword dance in the Late Red Mansion, and he was one of the six elites, but he never had the opportunity to watch it.

"The little girl's skin you fancy is really beautiful, look at her ass, it's so fucking round, pinch it and designate a slip of water!" Feng Yi drank wine, sat down next to Han Qian drunk, and recklessly judged Yao Xishui.

Feng Yi wanted to communicate with Han Qian in a whisper, but he had drunk wine, his tongue was a little big, and he couldn't control his voice, Han Qian believed that Guo Liang and Zhang Qian, who were sitting opposite them, could hear it, but Yao Xishui, who was in front of them, didn't realize it, thinking that this little shrew had a good temper towards others.

"The sword dance is slow and sick, and the slave maid has also learned a kind of sprinkling sword dance, and its sword is very sick, and it is specially dedicated to His Royal Highness." Yao Xishui stopped dancing slowly, knelt down in front of the court and said.

"Good!" Yang Yuanpu said.

Chen De also stared at Yao Xishui with squinting eyes; Guo Rong motioned for the two guards to stand in front of the third prince Yang Yuanpu, watching the sword dance, but not ignoring safety.

Yao Xishui changed a sword weapon and walked to Han Qian and Feng Yi; Han Qian also had to admit that Yao Xishui under the costume was indeed very sultry.

Glancing at Han Qian, Yao Xishui asked Feng Yi and said, "Slave maid can ask Lord Feng to hold this sheath!" ”

"Good, good! Feng Yi said lightly, as if he had completely forgotten that Yao Xishui was the girl that Han Qian had taken a fancy to first, took the scabbard, and stood towards the sky as Yao Xishui said.

Yao Xishui's body shrank back, his shape was as fast as a phantom, and the sword light was like heavy snow sprinkling out, overflowing in the court.

Han Qian practiced the sword and bow hard during this time, and was deeply affected by the dream, completely abandoned the flower fist and embroidered feet, and fully tilted towards the actual combat skills, but at this time, he also had to admit that Yao Xishui's splashing sword dance could really be called wonderful, and he secretly felt that the poets of the previous dynasty called the sword dance everyone "dancing vigorously and wonderfully, shining like Yi shooting nine sunsets, like the emperors and dragons, coming like thunder to collect anger, and like the river and the sea condensing the clear light" and other poems, which can be used on Yao Xishui's body.

The more this is the case, the more Han Qian is afraid of the matter of twisting Yao Xishui that day, it is really dangerous, and if he misses it, he doesn't know how to be humiliated and tortured by this little shrew.

Feng Yi was even more dumbfounded, and finally saw Yao Xi's short sword in his hand get out, as if a white horse flew into the air for dozens of zhang, turned down, the sword light came like lightning, and there was a "clang", before Feng Yi could react, the short sword had been submerged into the scabbard he was holding.

Feng Yi was frightened into a cold sweat, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and listened to the thunderous applause of others, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.