Shen Zetang was secretly surprised, put on a cloak, and instructed the sedan chair man to carry the empty sedan chair back to the house first, and he and Shen Huan wanted to walk around.

Shen Huan held a big black oil umbrella, although the rain was not heavy, but he couldn't stand the demon wind and chaos, he saw that the right half of the second master's shoulder was wet, and he hurriedly moved the umbrella, and then peeked at his expression, his eyes were deep, and he couldn't help but look at it, and there was a woman hurriedly walking in front of him, wearing a half-new bean green dark flower skirt, combing a phoenix tail and inserting a silver hairpin, pretending to be a young woman in a poor home.

"The second master's vision is the most poisonous." Shen Huan grinned and chuckled: "Look at that crotch twisted raw flower .......!" “

I had to shut up, I don't know where I said it wrong, the second master looked at it coldly, and he was angry.

His heart was full of thoughts, how dare he talk nonsense, fortunately Shen Zetang had no time to take care of him, he only turned his gaze to look at the people in front of him, and suddenly stopped at the mouth of Tongluo Hutong and stopped in front of a stall selling wonton chicken.

"Mia! The rain and fog come back to the bowl of wonton chicken, and the hot soup and hot water warm the body! The young man greeted him warmly.

Shen Huan took a sip of the freshness of the hen soup, shook his head and waved his hand: "Come back later, hurry up and do something." “

"That little one will come later....... As the young man spoke, he lifted the lid of the pot, the white fat goose dumplings tumbled, and the steaming water vapor wrapped the oil lamp.

Listening to them come and I mutter, Shen Zetang waited patiently, the alley was deep, the autumn wind wandered back and forth among them, and when the woman came out again, he was followed by an old man with a bowed waist, holding a huqin in his hand, trying to play the strings as he walked.

A song is deep in the night, wanting to tear out this densely intertwined bleak wind and bitter rain.

What the hell is Feng Shunyu doing?!

Shen Zetang frowned, followed unhurriedly and far away, fortunately the red cage hanging in front of the door of the house all the way was lit, reflecting the blurred road ahead in a dim orange cloud.

Turn around an alley again, it is a different scenery, the street is here and there, there are spring customers, the eaves and black tiles of one color on both sides are two layers, the small window is wide open by the fork pole, the prostitutes from the south can not do the work of soliciting customers, only sit on the flower bench in front of the window and hold the pipa, and play the song of the high mountains and flowing water to find the bosom friend.

A scholar who failed in the scientific examination raised his eyes and was confused, the same person who had fallen from the end of the world, and the lonely figure flashed in the stairwell, only listening to the sound of squeaks and first-order steps.

It is close to Sweet Water and Rouge Hutong, and the famous fireworks and willow lanes in the capital are red and dusty.

But seeing that Shun Yu and the old man did not leave in front of the courtyard of the house, they muttered and talked with several nursing homes, and gave a little money.

The courtyard took the money and let them move to the side of the pink wall, where there was a round stone and a thin bamboo that had turned yellow from its branches and leaves.

The old man staggered on the stone and began to play the huqin, the strings were melodious, and the little woman on the side opened her lips and sang: "Love is not playing, better than the end of the world tonight, a piece of wind flowers in an instant, a piece of wind flowers in an instant, a piece of wind flowers in an instant, ask the reunion afraid of the fragrant dust and the road is miscellaneous, how to know him with thirst and lovesickness, only blame the crow crying in the forest tops........."

The voice is clear and sorrowful, and he only sings about the sins of the world.

Gradually, people gathered around, commenting on each other, they were all unscrupulous guests, half listening to music and half pastime, throwing copper coins and shouting Little lady, I want to take you to the spring tent.

I heard her sing pleasantly: "Mandarin ducks dream of two good entertainment, remember whether Luo Fu has his own husband."

Shen Zetang hid in the dark, smiled slightly, and saw her stretching her waist and twisting her broken steps, rubbing her veil and her eyes moving, and she actually made the dexterity of the Ling.

This girl, what else would she not have?!

When the time comes, he will definitely interrogate her ..........

Suddenly, Shen Huan had a ghostly look on his face, and stammered with a big tongue: "Second master, that little woman.... Isn't it Feng Jiansheng... “

This Shen Huan is enough to realize it, and Shen Zetang doesn't bother to pay attention to him.

Suddenly, a man who looked like a steward came out of the door of the house, walked up to Shun Yu and whispered something.

Shun Yu leaned over and bowed his head and thanked him, and the old man Huqin didn't play anymore, stood up and staggered to follow, followed the steward, and went to the door of the house together.

Shen Zetang was a little surprised, and then he saw a plaque hanging on the eaves, and the plaque had four big characters "Chunshen Painting Museum" written on it, so he asked Shen Huan to ask him what kind of place it was.

There happened to be a frequent visitor here, and when he heard it, he said with a smile: "It is a secret place for painting spring paintings, and the prostitutes or children in this area will come to ask for beautiful paintings with their heads and postures, and then hand them over to bustards or Lao Ken to solicit business." Among them, Tang Liugongzi painted the best, and the price was the highest, but he also had his own rules, prostitutes don't touch, and Youtong had to have fun with him after painting. ”

He pointed to the back of the father and daughter singing: "Whenever he plays with Youtong, someone has to talk to him to have fun, I'm afraid it's ..... tonight."

Speaking of this and stopping, the smile is self-evident.

Shen Huan thanked him, and then saw that Shen Zetang had paced towards the Chunshen Pavilion, and suddenly the second monk was confused, which play was this to sing?

When the nursing courtyard saw someone coming straight up, he hurriedly greeted him vigilantly and looked carefully, accompanied by a smile: "This master is so familiar, this place is a spring painting museum, if you come to look for flowers and willows, I am afraid that you are looking for the wrong place." “

Shen Zetang said gently: "I came to find the seventh son of Tang to paint spring paintings." “

Shen Huan looked at him dumbfounded, his jaw was about to fall, when did the second master have such a bad taste?

The nursing house saw that he was dressed in brocade and his face was clear and elegant, but he was the most pleasing to the seventh prince of Tang, so he smiled and said, "But you want to find a portrait of the seventh prince of Tang?" He happened to have a guest tonight, can the little one look for the painter next to him? ”

Shen Zetang bowed his head, pointed at Shen Huan, and said with a light smile: "It's not to draw me, it's to draw him!" “

The courtyard turned his gaze and looked at Shen Huan, seeing that he was five big and three thick, with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes, and said enthusiastically: "Although this master can rest assured, the little one is looking for this painter, who is the best at painting heroic and brave men, and he will definitely be able to paint your big things with a dragon and a tiger leaping, showing off his might, and he is very energetic." “

Shen Huan breathed a sigh of surprise when he heard this, clasped his hands around his chest, and looked at Shen Erye with a pale face, when is he Shen Huan going to paint spring paintings?

He can see that great thing when he looks down, why should he draw it? Xu Jing's gang lacks a mouth, and they can't laugh at him for the rest of their lives.

Revenge, naked revenge! Shen Huan was empowered, just because he said that Feng Jiansheng's hips were twisted and ........ good-looking.

”....... Second master, you spare me, Shen Huan will make you a cow and a horse ...... in the next life! “

Shen Zetang interrupted him calmly, firm and indistinguishable: "Don't worry, you don't need to pay for the silver for painting." “

As they spoke, they had followed the nursing home and stepped into the main entrance of the Chunshen Pavilion.

............................

Shun Yu and Tian Rong were led by the steward, after two snow caves, saw a main house compound, on both sides of the east and west wings with verandahs, the front of the six main rooms, although the red rhombic window door is closed, but see that the candle is bright yellow, the figure is in a trance.

When they walked through the hall to the main room, when they came to the door, a girl came out with a half-copper basin of water, looked at them, and pouted at the steward: "Why did you come?" ”

The management ignored her, and only let Shun Yu and the others wait outside, and lifted the curtain by themselves to report it.

Ken: Youtong's boss.

Opening: Singing.