Mrs. Caidie was very dedicated, and after a glass of wine, she asked people to take out a guqin and start stroking the qin and singing.

Zhao Benhong originally accompanied Song Yao to relax, and above music theory, he was only interested in general; He was born in a merchant family, and he was able to observe words and feelings, and only looked at the two people he didn't know.

The Yan family belongs to the descendant faction, and there are two sons and brothers from the Yan family, namely Yan Erlang Yan Song, and Yan Sanlang Yan Jue. Yan Jue didn't say anything about the flowers and intestines at a young age, he was greedy and ruthless, and he was not a scene person.

Yan Song is a character who can hold up his face, of course, Zhao Benhong looks at the acne and can afford to hold up an ugly face.

Threesome, Yan Song doesn't stand in the middle, and the second doesn't stand up straight, what does it mean? Explain that those who are with him are greater than his origin.

Zhao Benhong looked at the meat on the plate, glanced at the three of them with his spare eyes, and saw that Yan Song stood up, first poured tea for the round young man who was farther away from him, and then replaced the teapot with a wine jug, and poured wine for the tall young man in the middle.

That's interesting.

The queen has no children, and it is rumored that she intends to support the three princes, and the eldest son of the three princes, Jiang He, is about thirteen or fourteen this year, but it matches the round and rolling in front of her; As for the other one, if it is not a royal family, it should be the nephew of the Queen Mother. After all, apart from these two, Zhao Benhong couldn't think of anyone else who needed Yan Song to be treated so lowly.

"Why did my brother put so much meat on me?" Zhao Benhong figured it out, and then focused on the plate in front of him, good guy, full of meat, the aroma of grilled lamb chops and spices were cleverly combined, which made people can't help but move their fingers.

Song Yao kicked Zhao Benhong under the table and motioned him to be quieter, but he didn't answer.

Zhao Benhong smashed his mouth, took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, I'm afraid this meat is not burned with sugar and vinegar, right? Or maybe it's sweet and sour! I'm so fucking envious of Xiao You!

Song Yao didn't look at Zhao Benhong again, but followed Mrs. Caidie's song and started beating.

Time flies, and soon it was late at night, and when Zhao Benhong came back to his senses, he found that this Mrs. Caidie was indeed extraordinary, and the ten big men they didn't know were sitting in a group with a beautiful woman at a banquet, and there was no jealousy, or a palace fight scene with big eyes and small eyes.

It's just a master of water! Ten bowls of water were mediocre.

"Brother, let's go, rest. The three of us live in a small courtyard, and I specially arranged it. Zhao Benhong said, dragging Gou Yiwei.

Gou Yiwei rolled his eyes, looked up at the moon, inexplicably a little sad, he was in tears in Zhao Benhong, that is probably a transparent person! Inexplicably, I have the feeling of going to the market to buy vegetables and piggybacking on a few shallots!

"Song Gongzi, please stay, talk here."

Zhao Benhong was stunned for a moment, and saw a little maid with a double bun walking over.

Song Yao hesitated for a moment, "What's the matter?" ”

The little maid smiled, "The half-remnant autumn cicada song played by our lady is only the son who is not surprised at all, but can follow and come out, and he is still unfinished, and he wants to stop talking, and he wants to know the other half." ”

"Bosom friends are hard to find, our wife implores the son to talk about it and make up the score for the lady. Our lady swears that without the consent of her son, she will never teach the music score she has learned to a second person. ”

"The slave knows that all the sons who have come today are not short of money. If the son is willing to cut love, then you can come to our lady's flower banquet in the future. ”

Song Yao smiled, "The left and right are just a remnant song, I also learned by chance that Madame has superb piano skills, such a beautiful song, it should not be dusty, and giving Madame Fang is its best belonging." ”

"It doesn't hurt if Madame wants to teach others, I hope that the more people hear it, the better, and the person who composed the music must think the same way."

The maid was stunned for a moment and said appreciatively, "Childe Yaliang." This side please. ”

Zhao Benhong took a look, and suddenly became anxious, this Song Yao went, wasn't the little lamb into the tiger's mouth, Tang Seng entered the Pansi Cave, did the meat bun beat the dog and did not return?

"Xiao Yo Xiao Yo!" Zhao Benhong shouted sadly.

"Ah Yao, go quickly, don't pay attention to Ah Que, he is jealous of you!" Gou Yizhong said, squeezing his eyebrows at Song Yao, dragging Zhao Benhong and leaving.

Zhao Benhong waved his hand anxiously, looked around again, and the others didn't leave, looking at this side with uncertain expressions.

Yang Xuan from the Zhongqin Bo Mansion saw it, and walked over with a hum, "Zhao Benhong, your little white face doesn't work anymore, or our Mrs. Caidie is amazing, I can see at a glance that you are an embroidered pillow, and you can't use it." It's cheap Song Yao, but this soft-footed shrimp doesn't know if you dare to go or not. ”

His words were frivolous, and Song Yao suddenly became displeased, "Our Ah Que was born well, unlike some people, who are like being kicked into the path of reincarnation by a ghost, and reincarnated with their faces on the ground, which is neither desirable nor useful." ”

"Ah Que, you go back first, and I'll come when I go."

Zhao Benhong still wanted to speak, but was dragged by Gou Yiwei.

They are young and vigorous, even if Song Yao is steady, he is just a young man, where can he be provoked, besides, he is good at the piano, and now he has met a master like Mrs. Caidie, and he can't wait to go over and learn a thing or two, such an elegant thing, where is it as dirty as imagined.

Zhao Benhong looked at Song Yao's distant back, shook off Gou Yiwei's arm, and the others had already left.

"What are you dragging me for? The goblin ......"

Gou Yiwei stared at Zhao Benhong speechlessly, and his heart became empty, "Is Ayao a milk doll hanging on your trouser belt?" You can manage enough, besides, what happened to Fang Ze? This is a Yashi! I don't know, I thought you were Song Yao's daughter-in-law! ”

"Although you are good-looking, you don't want to be feminine in women, brother has to do this beautiful thing, you have to applaud him, lock the door and draw the curtain for him, do you know?"

Zhao Benhong was a little depressed, "The master is going back to sleep!" ”

Zhao Benhong tossed and turned on the bed for a night, heard a noise in the yard, immediately got up from the bed, opened the door, and was disappointed, "Why are you?" What time has it been, and you haven't slept yet? ”

Gou Yiwei rubbed his hands, "I'm up at night!" What kind of broken place do you choose, this Gong bucket is full of bells and whistles, and I also put my least favorite osmanthus flowers...... So I went to the courtyard where we had dinner before. ”

Zhao Benhong let out a sigh of indifference, turned around and was about to enter the house.

"A Lack ......"

Zhao Benhong turned around and yawned, "What's wrong?" ”

Gou Yiwei shook his head, "It's nothing." Go to bed early, I'm afraid Ah Yao has already slept. ”

Zhao Benhong had a stump in his heart, and closed the door with a bang.