Among the forty or fifty Dongchang fans, there is a very special one, and the destination of this fan is to accompany the capital Jinling.

Nanjing's cultural heritage is not weaker than that of Beiping, and the prosperity of Jinling City is not much better than that of Beiping. However, Jinling has less of the vicissitudes of Beiping and more of the softness of Jiangnan.

The flower shop on the bank of the Qinhuai River is a place where many literati linger, this place is a man's paradise, and it is also a full gold cave. Some people say that a wealthy businessman only needs to live in the flower shop for a year and a half, and even the gold and silver mountains can be hollowed out.

That's not bad at all.

However, in this Ming Dynasty, there are also some people who don't need to have a lot of money at all, and they can live in different flower shops on the Qinhuai River for a lifetime. There are not many such people, and there are only a few of them, each of which is a rare talent in the Ming Dynasty.

There is such a guest in the Crescent Place, and it seems that he has been coming to this place for a few years, and he will appear in the only private room of the Crescent Moon Square on time every day, and leave on time.

It was a beautiful boy who looked thirty-four or five years old, with a white face and no beard, and every time he came, he would never do anything excessive except to listen to the top girl Wan Ting play a small song in the south of the Yangtze River and drink a pot of good Shaoxing daughter red.

Because of the existence of this person, no one has ever dared to come to Crescent Moon Fang to be presumptuous.

Even the grandfather of the country, who has guarded Nanjing for generations, has repeatedly asked Wan Ting, who is known as the first Oiran of the Qinhuai River, but failed to do so. No one in the flower shop knows what the origin of this master is, but they all know that he is the benefactor of the crescent moon fang.

If there is no existence of this lord, not to mention the grandfather of the country, even any marquis in Jinling City can make their Crescent Fang half dead.

Tonight, the moon and stars are scarce, the guests came a little late, Wan Ting appeared in the private room again after dressing up, and did not set up the yaoqin, so she listened to the distinguished guest who rarely spoke in a very gentle tone: "If you don't listen to music tonight, come here, it's good to talk with me." ”

The request of the distinguished guest, Wan Ting naturally did not dare to disobey, Shi Shiran slowly walked to the table, stretched out his hand to pour a glass of wine for the distinguished guest, and then stood with his hands tied.

"It's okay, in front of me, there are not so many rules, sit down and talk to me." The distinguished guest did not have any arrogance at all, his tone was gentle, and his movements were gentle, but today, this distinguished guest seemed to be a little worried.

Wan Ting hesitated for a moment, but still sat down very boldly in front of the distinguished guest: "Thank you for your care, Wan Ting respects the son for a drink." ”

With that, he poured a glass of wine, raised his glass, and drank it all.

The breeze outside the window, with the unique watery smell of the Qinhuai River, impacted the pores of the human body.

From time to time, there was a woman's coquettish smile from the other flower shops that passed around the flower shop, and of course, there were some unknown coquettish pants.

Wan Tingxiu's face was slightly red, just as a breeze blew, and she couldn't help but tighten the clothes on her body because of her thin clothes.

The unknown prince stood up and closed the window, holding Wan Ting's Rouyi: "I may have to leave." ”

Wan Ting was stunned, she didn't think that this well-dressed jade-faced scholar liked herself, at most, it was an appreciation of beauty. She was grateful to this person from the bottom of her heart, but she never had any intention of making a personal promise. It seems that every time the other party sees himself, he is very soft, and he has never been mixed with any **** in it.

But today he suddenly told himself that he was leaving, what was going on?

Just stunned for a while, Wan Ting said, "When will you come back?" ”

The man shook his head: "I don't know, maybe I won't come back." You. ”

"How?"

"Forget it, it's nothing."

"Oh!"

The atmosphere became a little awkward, but why was he holding his hand so hard? The calluses in the palms of his hands hurt his hands, but he didn't mean to pull them out at all.

After a long time, the jade-faced boy said, "Are you willing to go to the capital with me?" ”

Wan Ting shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Childe is very loving, Wan Ting is grateful, but Wan Ting is a dusty woman, and she is not worthy of Childe." ”

"Is a person's origin important?" The jade-faced boy looked at the oil lamp in a daze.

Wan Ting didn't answer, but a voice sounded in her heart: Isn't it important? If I weren't a dusty woman, would you leave me like a dusty woman?

If you don't dare to say it, even if you say it, it's out of place. Although she asked herself how to deal with people, she couldn't compare to the senior top brands who really ushered in the delivery, but she also knew what to say and what not to say.

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of her had suppressed so many men who wanted to be her guests, how could she maintain her innocence?

Yes, a dusty woman, but she maintains her innocence, and she is still a top card to be sold at a price.

Seeing that Wan Ting didn't answer, the jade-faced boy asked himself: "A person's origin may really be very important." Just think about it! I really wanted to go, so I packed my things and waited for me on the boat after three days. I don't want to go, I will cherish myself in the future, I am gone, they will not be afraid. ”

I don't know where the courage came from, when that person poured a pot of daughter red into his mouth, and completely lost his previous demeanor and sealed her lips with lips that were not too thick, the pool of stagnant water in her heart, which had not fluctuated since she was fifteen years old, actually rippled at this moment.

He turned around without the slightest hesitation, waved his sleeves, and took nothing with him.

At the moment when he was about to walk out of the private room, Wan Ting didn't know where the courage came from, and suddenly ran over and hugged the waist of the distinguished guest: "Tonight, can you not leave?" ”

Between his hands, he could feel the very obvious vibration of the other party's body, and after a long time, the man said, "You. . . Already decided? ”

"I want to give myself to you." Wan Ting's tone was unprecedentedly firm.

Without him, there would be no self today, and it is not a loss to give yourself to him.

The man turned around slowly, stretched out his hand and touched her cheek, and said lightly: "Don't worry, even if I leave, someone will take care of you." ”

"Why leave." Wan Ting's nose was sour, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

She didn't know that she had unconsciously felt for this benefactor, and that inexplicable feeling fermented in the depths of her heart, and it was not until this moment that she completely broke out.

This outbreak is out of control.

The man stretched out his hand to support her fragrant shoulder, and said helplessly: "Someone wants to bring disaster to the east, and someone wants to borrow a knife to kill someone." With my current strength, I can't afford to offend either side, so I just go back, at least, there are still a few henchmen in the capital. ”

"You are very unusual, you can see from the first day you came to Crescent Fang. But for a few years, you've never done anything out of the ordinary. Those gentlemen who only know about flying eagles and horses don't come to Crescent Moon Fang to make trouble for the sake of your face. The posture of Wan Ting's thin willow can win the favor of the son, which is the luck of Wan Ting's three lives. Now, parting is imminent, and Wan Ting knows that she doesn't know when the son has entered Wan Ting's heart. Can the son stay, Wan Ting. Reluctant. Wan Ting plucked up the courage to say what was in her heart, she was afraid that if she didn't say it, she would never be able to say it again.

The tears on his face were gently brushed away by a pair of rough hands, and a gentle voice sounded in his ears: "I can't help but do it, but you can come with me." If I don't leave, they will kill me, kill everyone around me who has a relationship with me, so I can only leave. ”

"Who are they?" Wan Ting couldn't help but ask with a crying voice.

The jade-faced boy shook his head and sighed: "Don't ask so much, those people you and I can't afford to offend, knowing too much is not good for you." ”

"Wan Ting, Wan Ting is willing to leave with her son." Thoughts flew in her mind, and for a long time, Wan Ting bit her lower lip and made a decision.

It was the boldest decision she had ever made, and it was one he didn't even expect to make.

The man with strong arms took her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and then turned away.

The old bustard didn't dare to stop it, others didn't know the identity of this master, but she knew some. Although Huanting is the top brand of Xinyue Fang, although Huanting is gone, her flower shop may be closed.

Seeing that Wan Ting was taken away by that man, and did not take away any of the things on the flower shop, the old bustard sighed: "Wan Ting, I hope your choice is correct." ”

Not every bustard is ruthless, at least not the old bustard Yueniang of the Crescent Moon Fang.

Three days later, an inconspicuous carriage departed from Jinling, and only a little man who looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old was following the carriage.

No one cared about such an inconspicuous carriage, just as no one noticed that Crescent Place was no longer a top girl, except for a few gentlemen.

The road ahead is long and difficult, and no one knows if this carriage will be able to smooth out the bumpy road.

At this time, the celebrant who was far away in the capital, and in front of the palm print eunuch Qin Ji placed thirty-five human heads that had been salted with lime.

This is a gift from Jinyiwei who came over early in the morning, and it was Mu Bin, the commander of the Beizhen Fusi, who came to give the gift.

After seeing this frightening gift, Qin Ji didn't have any mood fluctuations, in fact, this morning, this Da Ming Nei rescued so stunned and stared at the thirty-five heads all morning.

Qin Ji is already stupid? No, he's not stupid, he just hasn't come to his senses yet.

He didn't even know that Zhu Youzhu was looking for him, let alone the people below called him.

He was completely immersed in his own world at this time, and no one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew when he would really explode.

Zhu Youzhu urgently called Zhang Ru into the Dongnuan Pavilion, and the scene he saw in the morning made him unbearable with a kind heart, so he felt that it was necessary to have an open and honest talk with his righteous brother.

What Jin Yiwei did, what Dongchang did, he didn't know anything. It's just that whether it's Qin Ji or Zhang Ru, they are all people close to him, and it's not good for him to help anyone.

But what he saw this morning made him determined to help Qin Ji, who looked ten times more pitiful than Zhang Ru.