Changle Street, as the name suggests. This is the most prosperous night market in Chang'an, filled with the fragrance of the softest woman's fat powder and the smell of the most masculine man's sweat. Everywhere is the depravity and carnival of drunken gold fans.

Anle Fang, Xinghuaju, Huamanlou are the three largest green buildings in Changle Street, and each is famous for its different characteristics, attracting the children of the gentlemen and the literati in Beijing to stop, becoming a veritable ecstasy cave, selling the golden nest.

Among them, most of the most popular music in Beijing is flowing from Anle Fang, and the sound is indescribably light and elegant. Apricot blossoms are good at dancing, and every once in a while there will be the latest dance types launched, the willow waist, and the endless style is endless. And Hua Manlou is to win with the girl's posture, and to do things with people, in the end, the reputation is still inferior to the two previous green buildings, but it can't withstand the traffic in front of the door, and the customers are like flowing water.

The half-aged, the proprietor of the flowery building, has a heavy rouge on her face, as if to hide the traces carved by the inexorable passage of time, and her lips are always with a warm and not flattering smile. She was greeting the guests with flowers, and suddenly the smile on her face froze, and her delicate eyebrows couldn't help jumping, "It's over, why is this plague god here again?" ”

Following Yan Niang's gaze, I saw a boy in a blue brocade robe walking with a group of attendants, with an arrogant gait and an unstoppable look. This blue-clothed boy is none other than Murong Xuan, the sister-in-law of Zuo Prime Minister Murong Hua.

Yan Niang's lips raised a perfect smile, and she walked towards Murong Xuan with all kinds of charm, and said with a smile from a distance: "Isn't this Murong Gongzi?" What is the wind that blows you? ”

Murong Xuan glanced at Yan Niang lightly, looked up and said, "I'll come to Xiyue to talk for a while, and ask her to come out to see me!" …… No, I'd better go find her! ”

Yan Niang hurriedly grabbed the figure of Murong Xuan who was about to go upstairs, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Murong Gongzi, Miss Xiyue, it's inconvenient for her to see guests today!" Do you think it's good like this, Yan Niang will find you a good one! Sunset, you come to accompany Murong Gongzi! ”

As he spoke, he saw a gorgeous woman leaning on Murong Xuan's chest, Murong Xuan frowned, pushed the woman who was offering affection, looked at Yan Niang angrily, and said, "Do you look down on me?" Such vulgar fans dare to come and pollute the eyes of the master! ”

Yan Niang hurriedly smiled and said, "How dare you, it's just that Miss Xiyue is really inconvenient to see guests today......"

Murong Xuan waved his hand, interrupting Yan Niang's words, and a kind of attendant behind him surrounded him. Murong Xuan said angrily: "Today, if you can't see the sunset, you will smash the building!" ”

Yan Niang was so frightened that her face was pale, and she hurriedly begged for mercy: "Murong Gongzi raised his noble hand, and his subordinates were merciful!" ”

Murong Xuan looked at Yan Niang calmly and asked, "I asked you one last time, where is Miss Xiyue?" ”

Yan Niang is the person who has seen the world, this time Zi Xiyue is meeting Lu Hao, the son of the eldest princess of the dynasty, everyone in this capital knows that the two have always been at odds, if Murong Xuan knows about this and overturns the vinegar jar, I am afraid that someone will die, and then don't say that Hua Manlou will not be able to save this little life! Therefore, at this moment, Yan Niang can't let go no matter what.

"Xiyue, Xiyue is not feeling well, and I can't see guests!"

"Smash me!" Murong Xuan pushed Yan Niang aside, stepped to the side with an arrow step, picked up a blue-background enamel vase on the small table, and threw it to the ground. When the other people saw that their masters had made a move, they rushed to smash the contents of the house. Suddenly the screams, angry scolding, and begging for mercy became chaotic, and the guests dispersed in all directions in horror.

"Stop!" A small voice sounded, so that everyone could hear him clearly. I saw a young man standing in front of the fuchsia carved handrail of the staircase on the second floor, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with beautiful eyebrows and handsome bones.

Murong Xuan has been in the wind and moon since he was a child, and he knows the noble children in the capital about the same, but he doesn't know the identity of this young man, but the calm and leisurely bearing on his body cannot be ignored, that is, his tone softened, and he said in a loud voice: "Who are you?" Dare to command me too? ”

After the young man bent down slightly to greet Murong Xuan, he walked down the stairs unhurriedly, stopped three steps away from Murong Xuan, bowed to him again, and said lightly: "The villain doesn't dare to order the son, it's just that my master has something to say to the son!" As he spoke, the young man showed a gold medal engraved with a five-clawed dragon pattern from the inside of his sleeve from an angle that Murong Xuan could see, and in the middle of the gold medal was the word "Qin".

Murong Xuan's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at the young man and stammered, "He, he's back?" ”

The young man smiled slightly, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan took it tremblingly, opened it, and there was only one word on it, "Get out!" ”

Murong Xuan put away the note, hurriedly beckoned the attendants behind him, and left in a gloomy manner.

can make the dignified prime minister and son afraid of being like this, everyone is guessing who the young man's master is, and looking at the young man's gaze is also a little more awe-inspiring. And the young man's expression was still faint, and with a slight smile, he went upstairs again.

The young man stood respectfully at the door of a private room on the second floor and said, "Master, the matter has been done!" ”

"Yes!" After a long time, a lazy voice came from behind the beaded curtain of the private room, the voice was full of masculine magnetism and richness, and a simple syllable could be smelled that the superiority of the people inside could not be disobeyed. makes people want to find out how gorgeous the true face of the people inside is just by their voice, "By the way, check the identity of this Xiyue, don't make a noise!" ”

"Yes!"

Inside the private room, a faint yellow halo spreads in the boundless night, and a wisp of orchid fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, lingering for a long time, and a few traces of the sound of the piano are played in the ears. Clear and pleasant. Just when he came out indifferently, he suddenly turned into an iron horse Jinge, and the pride of the silver bottle was broken. When it comes to the place of affection, it is thin and cold.

If the sound of the piano is like that of a person, this person's mind must be really unpredictable.

A pair of slender fingers skillfully carried away the strings, and the cuffs of the white brocade robe embroidered with verdant bamboo leaves fluttered in the night breeze.

Leaning next to the window, there was a woman, the woman was wearing a pink floor-length dress, her face was covered with white silk, her eyes looked at the man in front of her without blinking, the familiar eyebrows, and her eyes were gradually filled with tears. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes that could not be concealed were obvious, and she was no longer young.

Wiping away his tears, the man in front of him stopped stroking the qin and asked with concern, "Why are you crying?" ”

The woman shook her head and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I think of how unjust this ruthless fate treats us, and my sister who is still suffering endlessly in that place where there is no light of day, my heart will feel endless torment!" ”

The man sighed, the sword eyebrows that slanted into the sideburns condensed slightly, looking solemn and solemn, and there were a few traces of sharp hatred in his eyes as deep as Gu Tan, and his thin lips pursed, "I returned from a big victory this time, and I didn't die on the battlefield as she wanted, the old demon woman should have made a move." I'm afraid I won't be able to come to see you often in the future! ”

The woman also sighed slightly, "Your marriage to Murong Mansion has spread all over the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, and it has become a fact that cannot be changed. I don't want your lifelong happiness to be sacrificed in this political marriage, sometimes I want you to be just an ordinary person, living the most ordinary and happy life. ”

"But God has given me such an identity, I have the responsibility I must bear and the courage to take responsibility, the children of our family, our hands are stained with too much blood and killing, we are not qualified to be happy, I don't, the people in the golden purple gold palace, there will be no one!" There was a hint of mockery in the man's deep eyes, and he got up and walked in front of the woman, resting his head on the woman's thigh, closing his eyes, and his expression was calm like a child who did not know anything about the world.

This kind of appearance can be compared to Zhao Ling, the king of Hell Shura Qin who killed decisively on the battlefield and stained his blood-stained battle robes?

And in another private room on the second floor.

A girl crouched in front of a young woman wearing a light blue butterfly play narcissus dress and said a few words, the woman frowned displeasedly, turned to look at the son who was drinking tea with a cool gaze, and said lightly: "It's late at night, son, please go back!" ”

Lu Hao was stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand why he turned his face at this moment, just thinking carefully about whether he had offended her. But looking at the woman's eyes like spring water, skin like clotted cream, delicate face like flowers, and soft figure like willow branches, I was in a trance again.

"The slave family is tired, son, please go back!" Xiyue said coldly again.

Lu Hao said again and again: "Since the girl is tired, the girl will rest early, and Lu Hao will talk to the girl another day!" As he spoke, he reluctantly looked at Xiyue a few more times before leaving.

When Lu Hao's back disappeared, Xiyue looked coldly at the bleak moonlight in the sky, beckoned the maid who was waiting on the side, and said, "Tomorrow I will send a greeting to Murong Ershao, and I will invite him to enjoy the flowers tomorrow!" ”

Yahuan stepped back. Soon after, Xiyue called another maid ring and instructed: "Tell Yan Niang, change all the orchids in the house, I like the begonias in the eastern suburbs, tell her to pick some for me tomorrow!" ”

"Yes!"

Xiyue took off the hairpin on her head, gently flicked the bean lamp, the dim light hit her beautiful face, the perfect lip shape smiled gently, there was a little bit of playfulness and a little bit of cruelty.

The son of the family in this Huamanlou doesn't have a few ears and eyes, and now I'm afraid that the sons and daughters of Chang'an know that her top brand likes Begonias, and of course there is the stupid Lu Hao. So, tomorrow's farce in the eastern suburbs, she is really looking forward to it!