Lin'an City has exploded.

The day before yesterday, the Ye family's second ya, who was bedridden because of a forehead injury, suddenly showed his might, stepped on Lu Shidao, whipped Lu Shisheng, and the Lu family's rampant and domineering evil slaves were running around on the street. For a time, Ye Yanei's prestige spread throughout Lin'an City.

People in the streets and alleys were whispering, secretly wondering how the powerful prime minister and the upright ministers in the court would react. The undercurrent that is constantly surging in Lin'an City is looking for the best opportunity to erupt and pour thousands of miles.

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Lin'an, drunk spring breeze.

The drunken spring breeze that had been closed for two days finally opened the door, and there were already guests coming up the stairs in twos and threes. The shocking bloodstains on the steps had not yet been cleaned, and the few Ye family members standing on both sides of the door were even more vicious.

However, the main reason for attracting these guests is that Ye Yingwu, the protagonist of the whole trend, is still inside, and many people want to see this Ye family's second ya, who whips the powerful and evil, and is in the limelight for a while.

However, what disappointed them was that several Ye family members had firmly blocked the road leading to the innermost small building in the backyard of Drunken Chunfeng, which was the head of Drunken Chunfeng, and also the boudoir of the Oiran Qiqin girl on Lin'an Flower Street, and the last place where the Ye family's second yamen disappeared.

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Although it is a lively and prosperous place in the willow alleys of the 36 flower streets, the Houshi Street can indeed be called an inch of land, but after all, the Qinglou Chu Pavilion on this street is to serve the high-level characters of the society, so although the drunken spring breeze covers a small area, the layout is very delicate and delicate, and it can be seen that it has been carefully designed by famous masters in the construction industry.

Bypassing the small stream that flows long, the courtyard in front of you is backed by the smoke of the West Lake, the weeping willows are lined up along the inside and outside of the white wall, and the delicate willow branches gently sway with the wind, just like the sound of the water that is close at hand. Chunfang, who personally led the way in front, was quite calm, and respectfully made a gesture of please, and the traces of the beatings on the faces of the two strong men guarding outside the courtyard gate did not disappear, and when they saw that it was their own master who personally led the way, they hurriedly retreated to the side. And there was a maid in front of her who pushed open the half-covered courtyard door.

The living water drawn from the West Lake makes the water in the lotus pond always clear and can reflect the shadow of the person, and the little lotus shows its sharp corners, and it is not the time to really bloom. In addition to the willow trees in the courtyard, there are also a few inconspicuous plum trees, like loyal guards, guarding in front of the small building, even if it is wind, frost, rain and snow, they never frown.

Rao is Ye Yingwu's upright and upright rich second-generation background, to be honest, I have never seen such a high-end and high-grade nightclub・・・・・・ ah no, Qinglou Chu Pavilion. However, at this time, he naturally couldn't show his timidity, so Ye Yingwu just nodded slowly and walked straight forward.

Pushing open the heavy door in front of him, Ye Yingwu couldn't help but take a closer look.

Although the place where Oiran lived was not the bamboo forest courtyard that he imagined to be out of the world and cut off from the red dust, just looking at the area of this front hall was already the top of the Shange family's meeting hall, not to mention the wing room and back hall separated by screens and bead curtains.

Walking up the stairs that even the handrails can be called beautifully carved, but it is the core of the whole storm, but the true face of Lushan Qiqin boudoir has not been seen. Along both sides of the staircase entrance are quaint wardrobes.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, the decoration of the room was not luxurious, but it faintly revealed a noble atmosphere, and there was even a huge bookcase on one side of the room, and the books neatly stacked on it made Ye Yingwu a little distracted, as if he had returned to those unforgettable years in the university library.

A young beautiful maid stood on the side of the screen, hesitantly watching Chunfang come to the door with a wicked guest: "Grandma, Miss, she is resting." ”

Ye Yingwu waved his hand and walked in directly, ignoring the servant's already red face and the hand that was almost stretched out to stop it. Chunfang hurriedly glanced at her, and then followed quickly, no one knew what this master was thinking.

The inside is a little smaller, but the pink and cyan tulle layers are blocked, but it exaggerates the mysterious atmosphere of the silk. The incense burner sits on one side, and on the other side is a guqin that looks like some age and a half-hidden scroll.

"Chu Ci?" Ye Yingwu glanced at it, but he was not interested, and sat directly on the edge of the innermost bed. Ye Yingwu didn't know that this was the first time that a man had such an honor to sit here, but because of Ye Yingwu's outburst of obscenity just now, Chunfang, who was obviously not tough in the background, did not dare to object.

Looking at the young man who didn't seem to be surprised by any of this, Chunfang fanned Ye Yingwu with fear, and said softly: "Yanei, my daughter is a performer and not a person, if Yanei is that, the slave family can find a few beautiful daughters to serve Yanai, Yanai is showing his might today, but there are many daughters who admire Yanei・・・・・・"

Ye Yingwu didn't answer, but quietly looked at the blurred figure inside through the curtain, the various experiences in his previous life had allowed him to filter out Chunfang's words very automatically.

After swallowing a mouthful of spit, Ye Yingwu reached out and lifted the light veil, revealing a face that captivated the city and the country, with the gentleness and tenderness unique to Jiangnan women, but his face was a little pale. The waterfall-like hair spreads out at will, which brings out the beauty of the beautiful woman even more. Sure enough, it's the head of the Oiran line, and he always has such a posture without makeup.

As if feeling the breath of people, Qiqin slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were clear, as if she was intoxicated by a pool of autumn water. Seeing the man sitting next to him with gauze wrapped around his head, he was not surprised as Ye Yingwu imagined, but frowned, and his voice was weak but cold: "It's you?" What are you doing here? If there is nothing to do, please go out. ”

"Daughter, you ・・・・・・" Chunfang, who has always been tactful, was a little embarrassed by Qiqin's blunt eviction order, "Ye Yanei just drove away the two of the Lu family for us, this is our great benefactor, he wants to come and see you, isn't it ・・・・・・"

"This is not the first time that the slave has sought death, who forced it last time, Grandma, you must also know, I didn't expect him to dare to come here・・・・・・" Qiqin's tone was cold, and she closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to look at Ye Yingwu.

Ye Yingwu's heart trembled, and he vaguely understood what the secret was, it wouldn't be me, he subconsciously looked at Chunfang's somewhat embarrassed look, and couldn't help but scold his predecessor's ancestor of the eighteenth generation. But fortunately, Chunfang already knew about Ye Yingwu's amnesia, and she didn't want to offend this Yanai, who also couldn't be provoked, so she explained softly:

"Daughter, Ye Yanei was injured on his forehead, and he has forgotten a lot of memories, so he ・・・・・・ afraid he doesn't remember that time, and now sitting here is a brand-new Ye Daguan, daughter, for Ye Yanei's sake, you saved your life and my life, and the whole drunken spring breeze・・・・・・"

Qiqin opened her eyes in surprise and looked at Ye Yingwu with an innocent face, so she had no choice but to sit up.

Because he came from later generations, Ye Yingwu was not used to calling Chunfang "Grandma", and the sentence "Ye Daguanren" just now sounded awkward, always reminding people of the "Ximen Daguanren" who had already stinked on the street, in desperation, Ye Yingwu had no choice but to pat Chunfang's shoulder and point to the door, and said softly: "You go out first, I have something to tell Miss Qiqin." ”

"Huh?" Looking at Ye Yingwu, and thinking about the various behaviors of this Ye Daguan before, Chunfang was naturally one hundred and twenty uneasy, but looking at the horsewhip that this grandfather had not left until now, Chunfang suddenly felt that this master seemed to want to smoke people again, where would he have the courage to resist? I had to hesitate to leave the room.

Seeing Chunfang leave, Qiqin was a little hesitant in her heart, her right hand moved slightly, and she had already slid to the side of the bed against the wall, and as soon as she grabbed the scissors, she must have been ready for a long time, if Ye Yingwu was persecuted, she would die.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yingwu stood up, hesitated for a moment, and said solemnly: "Miss Qiqin, I can't remember what I did now, I sincerely apologize for what I did before, I hope you can forgive me." ”

Before the words fell, Ye Yingwu bowed deeply.

Uh, how do you feel like you're mourning the dead?

"Ye Yanei, you don't have to ・・・・・・ like this" Qiqin didn't expect such a strange change, and hurriedly wanted to stop it, "You are a high-ranking official and nobleman, and the slave is a lowly woman who laughs in the Qinglou, how can you withstand such a ・・・・・・ in Yanei?"

"Okay, if there's nothing to do, I'll go first, you still need to rest, so don't bother." Ye Yingwu smiled slightly, turned around and left, waved his sleeves, and did not take away the clouds in the sky, absolutely chic, absolutely dignified.

Jokes, what do you say, we are also veterans in the love field, are we the kind of people who come up and use strength at every turn? Attacking the heart in the love field is the best trick.

Walking to the front hall, Fang couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat.

Being a decent gentleman is really not an easy job.

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Ye Yingwu had just returned to the main building of the drunken spring breeze, and he could hear the sound of laughter.

Seeing Ye Yingwu walking leisurely, Wang Jin, who was lying in the rouge bushes, suddenly shouted in surprise: "Wuzi, it's over so soon?" It's really worthy of our brothers! How does it feel, is the taste of this Lin'an trip very refreshing? ”

Zhang Cheng and the others immediately burst out laughing, with an expression that we all understand, and we don't know whether they were congratulating Ye Yingwu on getting his wish, or laughing at Ye Yingwu's speed.

Ye Yingwu was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted the brothers who were almost drunk and unconscious at several critical moments: "Brothers, I, Ye Yingwu, thank you, this time it was indeed my blood rushing." If it weren't for you just now, I'm afraid my brother's head would have to come again. ”

"What's so thankful for this, it turns out that we helped each other fight, and the number of times is ・・・・・・" Wang Jin said with a big grin, and suddenly saw Zhang Cheng, who was a little less drunk, glaring at him, and suddenly came to his senses, and touched his nose with some embarrassment, "That, Wuzi, come, sit down and have a few drinks." ”

Several women hurriedly greeted him with a smile, wanting to help Ye Yingwu into his seat, while the other woman had already poured wine and sent it to Ye Yingwu.

"Wait." A voice came, cutting the ice and snow, and everyone was startled.

Qiqin just traced her makeup slightly, combed a simple bun, and came slowly: "Ye Yanei protects me from the drunken spring breeze, and the slave family should respect Ye Yanei with a cup." ”

The expressions of Wang Jin and the others suddenly became ambiguous, and they looked at Ye Yingwu with a smile.

"Miss Qiqin, we are all doing our best, you see that I have a stick on my waist, and no one rubs it for me, how can Wuzi take all the benefits?" Zhang Cheng shouted with a fake complaint, which immediately caused laughter, even if Ye Yingwu's skin was thicker than the city wall of Lin'an, he couldn't help but blush, and Qiqin was even more pretty with a little blush on her face, which was even more delicate.

"Ahem, a few of you give Zhang Yanei a good knead, if you rub it to death, you will be rewarded!" Ye Yingji hurriedly jumped out to relieve the siege, and instructed the maids to surround Zhang Cheng, for fear that these fox friends and dog friends would ruin his brother's good deeds.

And Qiqin had already taken the wine glass from the maid next to her, Ye Yingwu took advantage of the fact that everyone was attracted by Zhang Cheng's attention, and drank the wine in the cup with a smile.

"Why?" Ye Yingwu put down his wine glass and asked softly.

Qiqin glanced at him deeply, and her gaze was very complicated: "Yanai Gaoyi." ”

Ye Yingwu smiled, undeniable, and the beauty did not stay when she got up.

It wasn't until Qiqin was far away that everyone let Zhang Cheng go, Ye Yingji looked at Ye Yingwu with a smile, walked to his younger brother and whispered: "Yuanlie, Miss Qiqin has never liked makeup, today I hurriedly smeared light makeup in order to honor you for this glass of wine, which is already rare and valuable. ”

Smelling the lingering fragrance in the air, Ye Yingwu nodded lightly, pretending to be overwhelmed and staggering out.

"Brother Wu, you are drunk, after all, you still have a wound on your head, send you back for my brother." Ye Yingji knew that his younger brother didn't want to stay longer, and he was afraid that he would have an accident when he returned alone, so he hurriedly got up and chased after him, leaving behind Wang Jin and the others to celebrate with a smile.

Ya Nei Gao Yi, Ya Nei Gao Yi? It's really ice and snow smart.

There are so many men, and there is no woman who sees this matter thoroughly, I wonder if it is this great Song Dynasty sadness?

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It's time to pick up the lights.

The entire Lin'an City has been surging and rolling for a day, and in everyone's anxious waiting, it has hit the final shackles again and again. The party strife in the DPRK has deteriorated to such a point that it is time for everyone to take a stand.

The Jiang family's mansion was brightly lit, and the family members who went out to inquire about the news came and went, and the Jiang family's old friends and colleagues from the DPRK and China also visited in person.

The same situation is also playing out in the luxurious Jia Mansion and Lu Mansion in the distance, but the scale there is even grander, even to the point of busy traffic.

"Lu Shidao has already taken someone to take revenge, but fortunately, the student was notified quickly, and I am afraid that Wang Jin and Zhang Cheng, who are drunk and unconscious, will not be able to eat and leave." Wen Tianxiang's face was solemn and he replied.

In front of him, Jiang Wanli sat quietly on the Taishi chair, picking up the teacup and taking a sip from time to time. The two brothers, Ye Yingji and Ye Yingwu, stood solemnly on Wen Tianxiang's side, and the horsewhip in their hands did not mean to let go at all.

"Yuanlie, the old man owes you a favor this time." After being silent for a long time, Jiang Wanli said slowly, there was a kind of relief in his words, and there was also a kind of vicissitudes, "Although this time we almost sacrificed the Wang family, the Zhang family and the Ma family, but at least we have more chips and more excuses to put on the table, once the old man tells the old man to return to his hometown and gets the holy consent, then the person in the court will also face ・・・・・・"

Jiang Wanli's voice gradually weakened, and it seemed that he didn't know if the reality would be as good as he expected.

Wen Tianxiang exhaled lightly, and then said: "Shizun can rest assured, at least the support of the people of the Shi clan in Hunan and Jiangxi will rise significantly, and Shizun will return to his hometown at this time, and he can use this rare advantage to operate along the Ganshui River." ”

"It's just that the old man left like this, and the saint Longen ・・・・・・" Jiang Wanli is a Confucian after all, and he is deeply influenced by Cheng Zhu Lixue, so he is naturally resolute in implementing the statement of "Heaven and Earth Monarch and Master", and now let him leave the emperor rashly, which is difficult to accept for a while.

Ye Yingwu glanced at Wen Tianxiang, and found that the corners of this senior brother's forehead had beads of sweat the size of beans slowly flowing, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and took a step forward and said: "Master, Xiangyang is the throat of my Great Song Dynasty, once Xiangyang is lost, the Mongolian cavalry can run rampant in the south of the Yangtze River, and then we can only rely on natural rivers such as Xiangshui and Ganshui for defense, and Shizun is here, shouldering heavy responsibilities, and what he is doing is the survival of this Great Song Dynasty and the Chinese nation!" ”

What Ye Yingwu said is the historical fact, after breaking through Xiangyang, the Mongolian cavalry abandoned all baggage, went eastward with light troops, and went straight to Lin'an like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves. And it is precisely because Jiang Wanli in history saw through such an ending that he resolutely threw himself into the water and martyred the country after the destruction of Xiangyang City, in order to awaken the bloody nature of the nation that has been weak for a hundred years.

As it turned out, he succeeded and failed.

And now, nothing has happened.

I, Ye Yingwu, came here across thousands of years to stop all this and change all this.