In Beijing, the teahouse on the east corner of Bazu Hutong is as lively as ever.

As one of the most unknown alleys in the capital, Bazu Hutong is also a little-known person, but the more such an eye-catching place, the more it can describe the private affairs of those Zhumen embroidery households in the capital.

Xiao Ge passed by the window of the teahouse with a crack, and he couldn't help but slow down.

He covered the purple sand soup cup in his arms, and just saw an old Taoist priest from the crack in the window, speaking an authentic Zhuozhou dialect, stroking his beard and sighing: "How difficult it is for the ancestors to carry swords and horses, in the hands of these children and grandchildren, they have never even seen a treasure sword and a famous sword, and they have to borrow other people's swords to reward!" If it were me, I wouldn't lend it to them. I don't have to spoil the treasure! ”

These words caused everyone present to nod their heads, and those who knew the old Taoist priest called him: "Guan Daoist don't say this, I have also heard that there is a noble family who took the family grandson to see the dowry, the grandson is seven or eight years old, and he didn't even dare to touch the sword of the first ten boxes of the dowry, and finally was pushed away, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he made a big cut, and when he saw the red, the family cried and grabbed the ground!" ”

Many people had never heard of this, and someone immediately asked, "Is it really the grandson of the Duke and Earl's family?" Seven or eight years old, have you never seen a sword? ”

The person who spoke just now was, "If not, you will go to the Han Mansion Governor in person to see it?" This time he hurt his hand, and the uninformed Mrs. Shizi still wanted to make trouble with the third master of the Han family, who was not an angry person, so he spoke at that time, saying that it was blood that stained the dowry of his new wife, and let the family wipe it clean with the sword that Hangzhou Silk and Shu brocade gave to the new lady! ”

"Oops!"

Everyone shouted, sighing and laughing, saying "The wicked have their own wicked grinding", and they also bit the word "wicked" very hard.

“...... That family really doesn't have long eyes, how can Han Sanye be good-natured? That's the commander of the Jinyi Guard, who kills people without blinking! Let them wipe it with Hangzhou silk brocade, it is already merciful! Otherwise, that family also wants to taste the edict of Jinyi Weibei Zhenfu Division? ”

After saying this, someone asked whether the house was wiped or not, and no one knew, but everyone said in unison, "That's natural!" ”

All over the capital, no one dares to touch the tiger whiskers of the commander of the Jinyi Guard.

Speaking of which, no one knew the follow-up, and slowly talked about the side matters, some people talked about the Han family, some people muttered about the secret affairs in the palace, and some people asked Guan Laodao about their Mrs. Hou from Zhuozhou.

Outside the window, Xiao Ge listened to it with satisfaction, did not dare to delay any longer, tucked the soup cup into his arms again, and raised the smug smile of "how do mortals know about immortals" at the corner of his mouth, and got up quickly, and went to the four corners of the alley without stopping.

The four corners of the alley are full of traffic, red paper is spread all over the ground, and the walls of blue bricks and tiles are full of red silk hanging.

Today, that is, on the 22nd day of February in the tenth year of Yuanjia, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and the red silk is shining brightly under the light of the red lanterns hanging high, especially the one in front of the door plaque, which linings the word "Hanfu" on the door plaque.

Xiao Ge glanced at it, and squeezed into the courtyard from the drunken guests who were gradually leaving from the courtyard one after another. There will be a curfew in less than a few quarters of an hour, and it is as powerful as his master, Han Hong, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, and it is not easy to blatantly confront the laws in the capital. This is not the main thing, the main thing is that because of these drunken guests who came to congratulate him, he mistook Commander Han's first major event in the past 24 years - the night of candles in the cave room.

Xiao Ge touched the soup cup in his arms up and down, ran in it cautiously, and saw their master's close guard Han Jun, who was busy, and hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Brother Jun, the hangover soup is here!" ”

This shout immediately called Han Jun back. Regardless of the people who were gathered around, Han Jun hurriedly asked, "But the old Meng family in Sijiao Hutong?" ”

Xiao Ge said in a row, "I personally watched Uncle Meng do it, and as soon as the soup was good, he was in my arms, and he didn't even dare to breathe, and he ran all the way!" ”

Naturally, he didn't mention the matter of listening to people chatting by the teahouse. He didn't mention it, and Han Jun didn't know either, so he just put aside a bunch of people on his side, personally took the soup cup in Xiao Ge's hand, tried it and it was still warm, and said in a loud voice, "I'll send it to the master!" ”

Everyone naturally knew that after drinking all night, their lord would almost be unable to hold on, and Han Jun was the close guard, and he didn't care about the things on the side, but he had to keep the food and drink behind.

With the people their master offended outside, if it weren't for the fact that the whole Han Mansion was as tight as a string full of bows every day, Han Hong didn't know how many poisonous hands he had suffered!

So Han Jun didn't dare to slack off, first found a small bowl and tried a few sips, and the tip of his tongue could tell that it was really the taste of the old Meng family, and it was not bad at all, so he took the soup cup and went to Han Hong. When they turned around and looked for it, they saw their grandfather sending off the last guest with a swaying under his feet, and walked back on the shoulders of the little guy like mud.

"Master, the old Meng family's sobering soup!"

As soon as the words came out, the mud on the shoulders of the little guy suddenly raised his head, so suddenly that Venus appeared in front of him, slowed down, and couldn't wait to shout: "Hurry!" Fast! Pour it into me! ”

On weekdays, the most majestic and most frightening Jinyi Wei commander spoke with a big tongue, and when it came to the last word "go", as soon as the tune went to the sky, it was like singing indiscriminately, and the little guy who resisted him laughed sullenly, but the drunk person couldn't notice it, but Han Jun gave the little guy a kick, "What are you laughing at?!" ”

The little guy didn't dare to laugh anymore, and he was busy suffocating the laughter in his stomach, but Han Jun said again: "This is still good!" It's not like he hasn't washed the hair of passers-by! ”

"Poof!" The little guy broke the work, he remembered, their master once drank violently, dragged someone back to the house on the street, had to wait for someone to wash his hair, and scared people to pee their pants!

He didn't dare to raise his head and laugh at his father's anecdote, until he dragged Han Hong into a side room and put it away, then ran out holding his already suffocating chest.

Han Jun poured a whole cup of the old Meng's hangover soup into Han Hong, and the drunken man patted his bulging belly, crooked on the chair and rested for a quarter of an hour, and finally spit out the deepest breath of wine in the quiet flow of the moonlight.

"Wake up!"

Han Hong, the commander of the brocade guard who was crooked on the circle chair, shook his head and sat up straight, and the wedding dress with red background and gold rimmed on his body reminded him that tonight was the first time he had spent half of his life in a cave room.

Han Hong shook his head, and the moon shadow on the green brick shook.

Although he was not ready to marry, and she had no intention of marrying him, the last struggle before stepping into Huangquan made her marry into his mansion.

He is repaying the favor, he is giving her joy, if she is destined to be killed, everything will naturally return to dust, if he really saved her, he will let her stay.

Han Hong rubbed his eyebrows and heard Han Jun's hurried footsteps outside the door. He asked Han Jun to ask if the new lady was okay and if she had slept. No matter what, the two of them still have to act in front of outsiders, but why did Han Jun rush back?

Suddenly, the unpurified wine made his eyes shake slightly, and he returned to his place in an instant.

He stepped to the door and lifted the curtain, "Isn't Madame bad?" Did you call the Imperial Doctor?! Go and call all the hospitals to you! ”

If something happens on the wedding night, then he is not happy, he should have killed someone!

However, Han Jun's head shook like a rattle, "No, master! There's a thief in the house! ”

"What?!"

Han Hong's eyes suddenly lit up, just like the lion who smelled fishy.

There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to break into!

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*This article was first published on the website: Starting Point Girls' Network.