Xie Qinglin only knows the name "Qu Qianqiu" now, but he doesn't even know what he looks like and where he lives, and he doesn't plan to go directly to the Zhizhou Mansion to cure Xu Guanhai's crime for the time being, so he has to secretly inquire about this person's whereabouts.

However, the result was much more than he expected.

None of the people in the city know where Mr. Chiaki is!

The people who have seen him only say that his whereabouts are uncertain, and the fairy wind is bone, but he is afraid that he lives in the clouds.

"Nonsense!"

"You said that such a small and famous living person, why can't you find it?" Xie Qinglin's face was gloomy as water.

Yun Shen Nuo responded and didn't dare to say a word.

Song Xingqiao is a layman who can't stay idle, which means that he will not change his temperament of seeking pleasure no matter where he is; And this layman means that what he loves is nothing more than wine and meat.

Even if it is to the poor countryside of Lizhou.

But this time, instead of adding to the chaos, he brought back some useful news.

"Qinglin, what did you say I saw today?" Song Xingqiao happily said to him.

Xie Qinglin glanced at him coldly, obviously not interested in his words, according to what he saw, it was nothing more than where the wine was delicious, where the girl was more beautiful, and so on.

Song Xingqiao couldn't stand his eyes the most, and retorted: "Stop, stop, don't look at me like that." ”

Although he is a gentleman, he also wants to save face.

His father has no plans to let him enter the office now, and he also plans to live like this, everyone in the capital holds him and praises him for his young man, but he can't get into the eyes of His Royal Highness the Prince.

"There is a singer named Xiangyin here in Lizhou, and she is the confidante of the song."

Xie Qinglin only felt that this name was a little familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while.

Song Xingqiao didn't wait for him to respond, and said excitedly: "Why don't we go and ask her, are you afraid that you won't find Qu Qianqiu?" ”

Xie Qinglin held his chin and pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Xingqiao, this is not like your usual style of pity and cherishing jade." ”

"Hehe, it's important, it's important." Song Xingqiao said with a smile.

No matter how stubborn he is, he knows what to prioritize.

In addition, he is also very interested in this man who makes the two beauties die.

When he arrived at the door of Yanchun Tower, Xie Qinglin frowned, and he had the intention of turning around and leaving, Song Xingqiao hurriedly grabbed him, and saw a familiar carriage speeding across the road, and he didn't think much about it at this time.

As soon as the two of them entered the gate of Yanchun Tower, a group of warblers and warblers surrounded him, and the strong smell of fat powder made him frown.

The glazed wind lamp illuminates the whole hall with brilliance, the hall is very large but not empty, because there are wine tables everywhere, there are many guests, and the smiling and smiling women are interspersed among them, a high platform is set up in the middle, there are musicians on the stage playing the piano, the tune is particularly charming, and the dancers with enchanting bodies are dancing with the music.

"This son, he is really handsome, how about the slave family dance for you?" A girl twisted her waist and turned to him.

Xie Qinglin's face turned completely dark.

He has always been clean and self-disciplined, and he has never set foot in the Chu Pavilion of Qinlou, but this time he saw it, but it opened his eyes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Xingqiao hurriedly pulled him around the hall and walked along a quiet path.

Kagini is the number one kabuki here, so it naturally has its own small courtyard.

"Song Gongzi, you're here again." A little girl beside Xiangyin who was waiting for her came out to greet her with a smile.

He has a good impression of this handsome and generous son.

But this time, Song Gongzi didn't laugh at her like before, and only let out a faint "um".

The little girl was a little disappointed, but when she saw that there was another person behind him, she asked excitedly, "Who is this?" ”

Behind him, this is naturally Xie Qinglin, who came with him.

Unexpectedly, Song Xingqiao's face sank, and he glanced at her coldly: "It's none of your business."

The little girl seemed to be frightened, so she didn't say anything more, and quietly led them forward, and when she arrived at the door of Miss Xiangyin's room, Song Xingqiao said to her, "There's nothing for you here, you can step down." ”

She was still hesitating, but the moment she saw Song Xingqiao's undoubted face, she was speechless.

Why is this Song Gongzi so terrible today? And the person next to him was even more terrifying.

The little girl lowered her head and retreated in small steps.

I'm afraid she'll never figure out why.

Sometimes, though, it's a good thing to be uninformed.

Before I could knock on the door, I heard a faint sound inside, like a clear spring flowing water, and listened to it gracefully.

"Come in, both of you."

Xie Qinglin only felt that this voice was a little familiar, and at this time, Song Xingqiao had already pushed open the carved wooden door.

His movements were gentle, and only the faint sound was audible.

In the room, the floor is covered with gold brocade coral carpets, embroidered with flowers, calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls on both sides, and there are red lacquer Bogu shelves and standing cabinets on the walls, and there are some delicate things such as porcelain on the cabinets.

The light in this room is a little dim, so there is a green jade and purple bamboo lamp standing in the corner of the wall, and the lights and shadows are sufficient, and the room is cold and fragrant.

Directly in front of him, he could only see layers of green silk sprinkled flower tents, Zhang Zihao vaguely had a small table, a few chairs, and a graceful woman sitting on one of the chairs.

Presumably the owner of this room is incense.