Fang Song, the classic book, came over out of breath, and when he saw Yu Hongqing as if he was a savior, he brushed the sweat rolling on his forehead, and asked with a smile: "Lord Yu, where are the prisoners Feng Shuanglin and Feng Shunyu now?" ”

Yu Hongqing frowned and asked what's the matter? Fang Song hurriedly said: "It's not that I want to look for them, it's actually the supervisor Lord Shen who ordered him to quickly let Er Feng wash the whole crown, change his shirt, wear brocade and satin clothes, and go to the 'Chongjiao Workshop' to look for him in front of the 'Chongjiao Workshop' after two moments." ”

Hearing this, Yu Hongqing didn't dare to slack off, called the two of them to his side, and said Fang Song's words again.

The two of them quickly returned to the house, Fu Heng didn't know where to go, so they each silently held water and washed their hands, because they were secretly wary of each other, and they each pulled down the bed curtain and changed their clothes.

Not much to say here.

When they were tidy up and rushed to the "Chongjiao Workshop", Guhuai really parked an open teak green canopy carriage, and a guard came to lead them over, opened the door, and was shocked to find that Shen Zetang was actually sitting upright in it, wearing agarwood-colored cocoon silk straight clothes, containing the stability accumulated over the years, listening to the movement, and looking at them with a slight smile.

Er Feng respectfully saluted, and then leaned forward and backward, sat down face to face with him, and the carriage was already shaky and began to move forward.

Feng Shuanglin's face was full of joy, his eyes were full of brilliance, Shun Yu secretly thought that it was rare to see him like this, and his heart was heavy, it was the full night of the fifteenth month, and he had repeatedly told Qin Xing that he was in the Jingyi Pavilion and the sacrificial wine bath room, and prepared enough hot water to facilitate her to detoxify Gu.

I mustered up the courage to ask where this was, but before I could open my mouth, I saw Shen Zetang pointing to a small square box on the table and said, "I heard that you are practicing archery, and the place where we are going is a little farther, so you might as well eat some food first." ”

Feng Shuanglin went to remove the lid, and there were all kinds of delicate dim sum neatly arranged, crispy rose muffins, chestnut rolls filled with jujube paste, steamed cake with rock sugar filled with fruit filling, and white butter pickled snails, etc., all made small and delicate, very delicate and lovely.

Shun Yu swallowed her saliva, it was all sweet and soft snacks, and she couldn't resist.

I couldn't help but take a piece of butter snail into my mouth, which instantly melted between my lips and teeth, overflowing with sweetness.

Feng Shuanglin took the initiative to throw the pot. Pour the tea in the cup for Shen Zetang.

Shen Zetang looked at him with a smile, wearing a light blue scarf, wearing a jade-colored straight jacket, long eyebrows and handsome eyes, a straight nose, thin lips slightly curved, and the snacks in the box had not been touched much, that is, he knew that he didn't like to eat.

Looking at Feng Shunyu again, the water is clear and straight, the square scarf, the skin lined is extraordinarily soft, the eyes are always condensed with water, the red mouth is slightly open and closed, secretly poked and poked and reached out and quietly took a piece, eating very happily, very natural and charming.

The last time I chatted in the Confucian Temple, I looked at the few vegetarian fruits she picked, and I knew her taste, and it was really right.

"Where is the teacher taking us to?" Feng Shuanglin asked quite freely, it was rare that he was not restrained in front of people, Shun Yu was eating, his heart was mentioned, and he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Shen Zetang said slowly: "The court is above the court, and the people in the capital are playing with excellent children, and Longyang's broken sleeves are becoming more and more popular, and the emperor has the heart to correct the atmosphere. I have heard that the Xianggu Hall is gathered in the triangle of Fan Fang Street, Cherry Xie Street and Kwong Fu Street, where there are many alleys, especially Rouge Alley and Li Shamao Alley, where five or ten steps are the place where a good boy is down. I will take you both with me today, and I will have the right to do things. ”

"Why did the teacher only take me and Feng Jiu, why didn't Cui Zhongxian and Xu Lan call them?" Feng Shuanglin was a little puzzled.

Shen Zetang smiled: "Cui Zhong is a Goryeo proton, I'm afraid of teaching him badly." Xu Lan is too upright. As he spoke, his gaze fell on Feng Shunyu's face, with a hint of insight and sharpness.

Feng Shunyu's heart jumped, but he quickly retracted his gaze, rubbed his tired eyebrows with his hands, and his voice was very lazy: "I want to rest for a while, remember to wake me up when it's time." That is, he closed his eyes slightly, and fell asleep quietly, as if very quickly.

After a while, Shun Yu picked up the butter snail, thought about handing it to Feng Shuanglin's eyes, and whispered softly: "The last piece, don't you taste it?" It is made by Baoqingming, and the taste is excellent. ”

Feng Shuanglin couldn't bear it anymore, and pointed to most of the boxes of pastries: "Feng Shunyu, how greedy are you?" Haven't you eaten any of these since you were a child? ”

"I haven't eaten it!" Shun Yu pursed his lips and said confidently: "I am from the family of a small official in Suzhou, and I eat simply. ”

What's more, Shen Zetang didn't eat such a precious pastry, and Feng Shuanglin didn't move either, it was a pity to waste it.

Feng Shuanglin was blocked, turned his head and didn't want to pay attention to her, lifted the curtains, and there were clouds floating in the sky.

"Could you please be quieter?" After a while, he frowned and looked back, and said in a rather impatient tone: "The teacher is very tired, don't wake him up." ”

Look at the full cheeks, like a little squirrel, cooing and cooing.

Feng Shunyu paused, his small mouth was held, and after a while, the rustling and chewing sound gradually increased from small to loud, and it became louder and louder than before, as if he was deliberately trying to anger him.

Feng Shuanglin straightened his face, looked at her with heavy eyes, and was angry.

The wind slipped in through the cracks in the curtain, and the stuffiness in the room was quietly dispersed, and Shen Zetang's placket was blown slightly on the ground, and I don't know when a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

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

The carriage traveled to Fanfang Street, and the old man who drove the car stopped in his mouth, and the alley was like a chessboard, and it was possible to enter on foot.

Shen Zetang walked between Shuangfeng, and Shen Huan followed behind.

A bluestone road in Tianshui Hutong is pale in the sun, there are brothel prostitutes on both sides, prostitutes are high combs, full of pearls and emeralds, eyebrows are smeared with pink and red lips, gaudy shirts are half-closed and half-dissolved, revealing white breasts, tied with two thin trouser legs, there are moving benches to sit in front of the door, cocking the little feet of Jinlian to fiddle, leaning crookedly on the side of the door, too lazy to speak, only "fluttering" and spitting melon seed shells. There are few people before and after, and it is very deserted.

One is that it is not yet time, and the other is that it was robbed by the next Youtong and has no business to do.

Suddenly, I saw three or four people coming, the man in the middle was tall and clear, elegant and gentle, walking slowly with his back hand, very elegant.

And the young men in brocade clothes on both sides, at first glance, thought they were Youtong, eager to pick their skins, but then they confessed their mistakes, the eyes of prostitutes can be vicious, they are clean Confucian students, and they can smell the fragrance of books all over their bodies, which is comparable to the vulgar fat powder smell of Youtong.

Hurriedly raised his high chest, put the red handkerchief embroidered with peonies in his hand, flicked it long and short, desperately trying to hook the souls of those people, and called in a coquettish and stupid voice: "Don't go, come to the slave here to enjoy the romance, eighteen kinds of martial arts, anything, make sure you have fun, and then be reluctant to go." ”

"Little scholar, don't blush, my sister will teach you how to have fun, and you will be a reckless hero walking in fat powder in the future."

“........！”

Shen Zetang and Feng Shuanglin's faces did not change, they moved forward very calmly, Shun Yu smelled the fragrant wind and the smell of foxes wafting from the handkerchief, and the stomach was tumbling into the sea and the river, and suddenly saw a plump prostitute on the street, as if she was about to rush towards her, and grabbed Shen Zetang's arm.