"But then again, if it weren't for that night, I wouldn't be so close to the two Chu brothers. This is probably the providence of heaven in the dark! ”

After He Runzhi said this, a pair of clear and bright eyes fell on Chu Feng, which was pregnant with a bit of silent affection.

Chu Feng didn't notice anything, he only thought about Qi Da in his heart. As for the suspect who is now in prison...... It's probably just that the forbidden army is afraid that Huizong will be angry, and the above will blame it, so they found a scapegoat at random.

It's just that these are just speculations after all, and if possible, it's best to confirm them as soon as possible.

"Listen to Brother He, do you need the two of us to help judge the suspect later?" Chu Feng asked, "I wonder when the government will look for us?" ”

"I can't tell you this, it's probably just the past few days." He Runzhi, the two nodded in response, expressing their joy that they could help with this matter.

Chu Feng has always been very curious about He Runzhi's identity, so at this time, he asked a few more words about her relationship with Huizong, and knocked on the side. But He Runzhi had obviously prepared for these, and dealt with them without leaking, so that Chu Feng did not come to any conclusions.

After that, everyone said some slightly polite words, congratulations to He Runzhi for returning to study, etc., and ate a little bit, and the so-called banquet is the end of the entry.

I have to say that He Runzhi is not a very clever person with good communication skills, after all, in terms of her status and status, she never has to deliberately please others in the palace, let alone entertain others and the like, this is something she has never done, so the whole process seems a little rusty.

Chu Cai didn't pay much attention to it, and he himself was not very familiar with the etiquette of the Central Plains, and he was slowly learning many things. He has also participated in a few banquets here, but Chu Cai plays more of a role in it, just eating and drinking, although he is constantly watching, but after all, his age is there, and many things are incomprehensible, and he is even more unable to learn and accept.

As for Chu Feng, not to mention, even if he really had the kind of mind to make the scene more lively, he didn't have that ability. So it didn't take long for everyone to finish talking about the common topic, and the whole scene gradually cooled down, everyone stared at each other, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

People like Chu Cai were born unaware of this atmosphere, and at this time, they were still eating the third bowl of noodles this meal, and the whole person looked very happy.

Zhao Runzhi saw that he was eating happily, and he couldn't help but wonder a little in his heart, could the noodles here really be so delicious? So I tasted it curiously, frowned slightly, and put down the chopsticks again.

"Chu Cai's appetite is better, so he grows strong." Seeing Zhao Runzhi's actions, Chu Feng worked hard to find a topic, and said with a smile, "It's very enviable." ”

Zhao Runzhi nodded, and subconsciously clicked his mouth like a girl, expressing his admiration.

Afterwards...... The three of them were once again in a situation where they had nothing to say.

If Zhao Runzhi is replaced by Fan Qiubai, the current situation on the scene will naturally not fall into such a situation. From the word appetite alone, I don't know how many topics Fan Qiubai can extend. How are the brothers in the family, who have a surprisingly good appetite but never grow meat on their bodies, who eat very little but grow white and fat; Or how the disaster victims and displaced people I have seen are hungry and skinny; The experience of the family's porridge, and so on......

Fan Qiubai is not a long-sleeved and good dancer, and he can't be the kind of typical person who is in the limelight. But when she chats with others, the speed of speech that is not fast or slow will make people feel very comfortable, and after the topic is expanded, she can extend aimlessly, and she can pick it up. When praising people, it comes from the heart, and every word spoken is not hypocritical, natural and comfortable, but with the unique softness of a girl...... It's like a warm jade in your arms, and people are reluctant to let go.

Looking at the girl in front of him, but another shadow appeared in his mind, Chu Feng couldn't help but smile slightly, thinking self-deprecatingly, probably this is called lovesickness.

Zhao Runzhi's eyes had been rolling around Chu Feng, and at this time, seeing him laughing gently, his heart felt as if he had gotten into a deer, and he was jumping with a puff.

The girl's brain began to wonder, why is he laughing? Is there something dirty on your face that you don't know about? Or did he see that I was a woman? I told my mother and father about him before, and after thinking about it for a few days, my father agreed to go back to Taixue to study, what does this mean? If he told Chu Feng that he was a girl, would he like him? Among his peers, he should be considered good-looking, right? That night he rushed into his room, wearing only a single coat, did he see anything......

Many questions began to plague Zhao Runzhi's thoughts, she thought about Chu Feng, Chu Feng thought about Fan Qiubai, and Chu Cai thought about what else could be eaten after eating the bowl of noodles in front of her...... So between the three of them, the scene cooled down again.

Peony, or wealth, Zhao Runzhi's little maid, is still accompanied by men's clothes at this time. She had been standing aside, and at this time she felt the stagnation of the atmosphere on the scene, and even she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Zhao Runzhi brought her, Chu Cai brought Yu Nu, and Chu Feng of course only brought himself.

The slave had been guarding the door, as if he didn't care about everything in front of him, and just stood there menacingly.

The atmosphere in the room made Peony uncomfortable, and in the box where they were, they could occasionally hear the bustle outside, which was obviously out of place here.

The little second brother who served the plate knocked on the door with a lively atmosphere, smiled and said "I've been waiting for a long time", I originally wanted to say something about this excitement, but I was infected by the deep and quiet atmosphere in the room, and the smell of the needle dropped, and quickly swallowed the words behind, only obediently put the plate on the table, and then lightly wanted to escape.

"Little brother, do you have anyone here who sings a good tune, please let him go to us." Peony opened his mouth to stop him and gave orders.

The little second brother answered, and after a while, he walked in with a young girl, withdrew by himself, and closed the door of the box again.

"A few Lang Jun are well, what do you need the slave family to sing?"

The woman was dressed in flowers, and her face was so red that it made people uncomfortable, and Peony couldn't help frowning when she looked at it, thinking about whether to tell her to step down.

Who would have thought that Chu Cai was interested, stopped the chopsticks in his hand, his eyes lit up, and said, "That, will you sing that song...... What's it called? I heard it from someone else's table...... Oh yes! There is such a sentence in it, what 'just like Bo Xing seems to be at this time, the red wave bedside is lying on the mandarin duck'. ”

Zhao Runzhi listened to those two words, his face turned red suddenly, and Peony almost stomped his feet angrily, but he remembered that the princess and himself were pretending to be men, and they must not expose their identities like this.

But such a Chu Cai, how old is he, it's really ashamed to listen to such obscene lyrics and songs!

The girl who sang the tune listened to it, and couldn't help but laugh, and flew across the table to give Chu Cai a wink, and said coquettishly: "This Lang Jun is really a lucky man, as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked the slave family to sing the "Mandarin Duck Pillow"! ”

"Is it called "Mandarin Duck Pillow"? I don't know what it's called, but I thought it was good before, so if you can sing it, sing it. Chu Cai is still ignorant, he doesn't seem to understand the affairs of men and women, and there are five people present, only he doesn't know the identity of the daughters of the two, and he doesn't know how to avoid these things.

The slave doesn't care about this, and at this time his little master is messing around. Chu Feng saw the red faces of Zhao Runzhi's master and servant who were about to drip blood, and hurriedly smiled and said, "Chu Cai, don't mess around, that's not something to listen to in this kind of place." This girl didn't want to listen to him, just change some of the lyrics that are now popular. ”

The girl who sang the song couldn't help but be a little confused, and she was a little unsure of her idea for a while, so she asked puzzledly: "Dare to ask Lang Jun, what is 'popular'." ”

"Well, even if it's what people love to hear. You've been singing the most and being the best at it recently, just sing a song casually, just forget about "Mandarin Duck Pillow". Chu Feng smiled, took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, and handed it to the girl.

Singing this kind of thing, naturally whoever gives more money will listen to whom, the girl hurriedly accepted the money with a smile, should come down, and then thought about it carefully, and sang a song "Butterfly Love Flower", and a song "Water Tune Song Head".

The girl who sings music in an ordinary restaurant can't say that her skills are not bad, but naturally she can't say how good it is, Chu Feng smiled and praised two sentences, and then sent her away.

"Wait a minute, I have a song "Huanxi Sha" here, I don't know if the girl can sing it." Zhao Runzhi suddenly remembered something and stopped the girl.

""Huanxi Sand"?" She was naturally familiar with this kind of commonly used word card, and the girl who sang the song asked with a smile, "Dare to ask which one do you want?" Is it 'a new song and a glass of wine', or 'indifferent and cold to go to a small building'? ”

"Neither!" Zhao Runzhi looked at Chu Feng, pursed his lips and smiled, winked at him mischievously, took out a piece of paper from the intimate inner lining, unfolded it carefully, and handed it to the girl who was singing, "Well, you sing according to this new song." ”

"The slave family understands."

The talented people improvised what lyrics and songs, and asked to sing at the moment, this kind of thing often happens in restaurants, and the girl who sang the song is no stranger to this, so she took it with a smile.

But when she saw the payment below, her face suddenly changed.

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Restaurants have always been a place where many literati and ink writers like to leave ink treasures.

Poetry for this kind of thing, a person may have a good sense of writing about the moon and the shadow, but the unknown artistic conception cannot satisfy the vanity of human nature itself after all. And if you want to be satisfied with this vanity, there are no more than two occasions to show it. One is the Qinglou Chu Pavilion, which allows women to pour and cheer for themselves, a pleasure that every male creature can't get rid of. Second, it is naturally the restaurant tea house, when the high friends are full, a few simple sentences are written, fluttering but radiant on the face of the so-called "friends", and then get a lot of false or sincere praise. This satisfaction of defeating the same sex is enough to comfort many, many hearts.

The girl singing in the restaurant had seen so many similar things that she had seen too much of them, and she was a little surprised by them.

Many have become famous overnight here, and many have become notorious here. They have sung a lot of new words and old songs in their mouths, among which there are naturally good eye-catching sentences, and there are also inexplicably patched together vassal elegance.

The existence of these girls is actually very simple. They are just witnesses after witnesses, or transmitters of new words after song.

The men used the intention of wine to make a show of it, and then sang it through their mouths and passed it on to the public.

They are like speakers and microphones for future generations, just such ornaments and tools. It's just that some microphones may also look better because of fate, or they may play and sing a wonderful song, so they soar. But this is a very small part of the minority.

Most of the singers are still like the one in front of Chu Feng, with ordinary appearance, ordinary singing, and ordinary talent, and they are just trying to get a bite to eat here.

If it is a girl who really comes out of the workshop, she will not waste her youth in this ordinary wine shop. Most of the girls who sing songs here are poor and desperate people, who have no other skills to work with, and they can't sell themselves, so they play some edge balls here. If you can be favored by a talented man who patronizes Langjun and marry a concubine in his home, it will probably be the best ending.

It is precisely because of the day and night immersion in poetry that the girls here will gradually develop a sense of admiration for talents, especially those who are truly talented.

This kind of sentiment is a bit like the environmental impact of Meng's mother's three migrations, not because they are born with a talent for poetry, but because they are immersed in these words and music day and night, naturally, they will be able to distinguish between good and bad things, and know what kind of words and sentences are naturally good, and what kind of sentences are just indiscriminate things.

Occasionally, that happens. A certain genius got drunk in a restaurant and was moved by the singing of a certain singer, so he wrote some gentle sentences for the girl, causing the girl to become famous overnight and her value soared.

There are such things, and they have long been regarded as a way to attain.

The understanding of poetry and songs, and the expectation of their future...... These factors are mixed together, and after a long time, the admiration for talented people has become something they have in their bones, and it is difficult to get rid of it.

The same was true of the girl in front of Chu Feng, she looked at the small words written on the thin piece of paper, and after her eyes quickly swept over the words, she naturally discovered what an excellent poem this was. And when her eyes fell on the text, everything was as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer in the chest, and there was an uproar, so that her hands trembled, and the paper fell gently.

Zhao Runzhi was very close, slightly stunned, and subconsciously reached out to pick it up. The singer was also startled, and hurriedly grabbed it, and the hands of the two naturally touched together.

Zhao Runzhi had a ghost in his heart, and he was afraid that he would be recognized as a woman, so he was electrocuted and hurriedly stopped.

The singer didn't know what to think, at this time she bit her lower lip, and looked at Zhao Runzhi's eyes with a bit of grief and amazement in her veins, which was complicated and indescribable for a while.

The others didn't know what was going on, and looked at the two of them in confusion.

"Cough-" Zhao Runzhi faked a cough, took two steps back, sat back in his position, and lowered his voice as much as possible, revealing the roughness of a man, "How is it?" Can the girl sing this song "Huanxi Sha"? ”

The singer glanced at Zhao Runyi sadly and nodded: "Naturally, you can." ”

"Ahem! Then it's a nuisance girl. Zhao Runzhi didn't dare to look at her, and was even more puzzled by the other party's reaction, so he only pretended to be careless and sandwiched an egg with chopsticks for himself, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

The singer let out a soft sigh, and she didn't know why.

She re-read the words in her hand several times, her heart was pounding because of nervousness, and she sang the song "Huanxi Sha" in a slightly trembling voice:

The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, the plum flute has been changed three times, and no one is in the moon.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on with tears in my eyes, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.

Chu Feng listened, was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Runzhi.

Zhao Runzhi blushed slightly and made a grimace at Chu Feng, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Chu Feng smiled helplessly, thinking that the relationship between this girl and Huizong was probably closer than he originally thought. It's only been a few days since the song "Huanxi Sha" was written, and this girl already knows it, and all of it is really worth considering......

After singing the song, the singer was a little unsatisfied, but Zhao Runzhi seemed to take back the treasure, took back Chu Feng's handwriting, and shook it at Chu Feng again, grinning.

The singer's face was stunned, and she was even more moved by the feelings in the words, and at this time, her gaze at Zhao Runzhi became more and more earnest.

"Thank you, girl." Zhao Runzhi said with a smile, "The girl sings very well." ”

Seeing Zhao Runzhi talking to herself, the singer's eyes immediately lit up, and she hurriedly saluted Zhao Runzhi, and asked in a slightly panicked manner, "That...... Clear...... Lang Jun, can the little girl sing this song elsewhere? ”

The singer's previous words were vague, and Zhao Runzhi didn't hear them clearly, but when she heard this strange question, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "You can't ask me about this, you have to ask the author of the song?" ”

As he spoke, Zhao Runzhi also glanced at Chu Feng.

When the singer heard this, she thought that the other party was dealing with herself, and only gave a disguised denial, and she couldn't help but feel a little lost and stunned in her heart.

But on the other hand, the singer looked at Zhao Runzhi, and couldn't help but think in confusion: I have heard that Chu Fenglangjun is very handsome, but I didn't expect it to be like this, I am afraid that she is much more beautiful than ordinary women. I didn't expect such a character to suddenly appear in front of me, no matter what, being able to sing a few tunes in front of Chu Feng Langjun is already something worth going out to show off. What's more, Fang Cai's song "Huanxi Sand" ...... In fact, he has basically memorized that even if Chu Feng Langjun does not agree to sing outside, there is no need for him to abide by this agreement......

"A few Lang Jun...... The girls here, in addition to the slave family, have also been yearning for a few Langjun for a long time. Can the slave family summon them here, even if it is ...... Even if it's just a gift to all of you. The singer asked affectionately.

Zhao Runzhi was a little puzzled, she didn't understand what the other party meant in her words, what Langjun and yearning, she didn't understand the reason at all. I just thought in my heart, could it be some common customs outside the palace, but I just don't know.

In order to cover up his identity and be afraid of revealing his feet, Zhao Runzhi nodded subconsciously.

"Thank you, Lang Jun!" The singer was so excited that she hurriedly rushed out of the door.

The reason why she said "I have been yearning for a few Langjun for a long time", instead of just saying "I yearn for Chu Feng Langjun", the meaning is self-evident, naturally it is just to not offend others, but I didn't expect to fall into this situation but it became an oolong.

It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of footsteps outside in a hurry, gathered outside the door, and the singer knocked on the door and entered, leading five or six women behind her to rush to Zhao Run's blessing.

"Chu Langjun, the sisters have admired your talent for a long time, but I didn't expect to see it now, it's really a blessing for the slave family!"

Zhao Runzhi saw six or seven women saluting him together, and they all had affectionate looks in their eyes, so he couldn't help but be frightened, so frightened that she stood up from the chair and took two steps back.

"What is this for!" Zhao Runzhi asked in a panic.

The singer who had just sung the song pursed her lips and smiled, "Chu Langjun, you don't have to hide your identity, on the lyrics and songs you showed me, there is your signature!" We've heard about you for a long time, whether it's 'mistaught your temples to suffer from the east wind', or 'Xiaolou listens to the autumn rain overnight', they are all lyrics and songs sung by sisters day and night! Now that you can finally see Chu Langjun's true face, why do you need to hide it! ”

Zhao Runzhi heard this, blinked his eyes, and asked tentatively, "Eh...... What do you mean by Chu Langjun...... Chu Feng? ”

"Of course!" The singer covered her sleeves and giggled, "Chu Langjun, you are really funny!" Of course, we are talking about you, Chu Feng Chu Langjun! ”

"That's it......" Zhao Runzhi finally understood the situation he was facing, breathed a sigh of relief, sat down again, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile, "You guys are mistaken, I'm not Chu Feng." ”

"How is that possible?" The singer looked puzzled, "But you just came up with the lyrics with the inscription!" ”

Zhao Runzhi smiled, pointed to Chu Feng next to him, and said with a smile: "This is your Chu Feng Chu Langjun." (To be continued.) )