Goolan Courtyard is the Yongjinkou from the southern city, and it is also a place for infatuated men and women, pushing cups and changing lights.

Many poets and inkers sing all the romance of the Qinglou, no matter which man is inseparable from the sound of the warbler, the shallow singing and chanting, the fat powder is in a row, and the brocade tent is a thousand heavy, whether you are a poor person or a high-ranking official, men are no different.

And the attic of these two floors, with a dazzling red gauze hanging above the door, is very eye-catching in the lively night.

Si Ying hid in the alley behind the brothel, constantly flapping his hands, since Chen Zixi left, he was alone.

At this time, he missed him.

At this time, the soles of Si Ying's feet accidentally slipped a little, and suddenly the whole person leaned back, he was secretly spitting, suddenly, he stiffened up, but saw that in the depths of the alley, there was a figure, looming in the middle of the night.

Si Ying squinted his eyes and looked carefully, at this time, the man suddenly turned around, and his eyes fell directly on Si Ying, who was lying on the ground, and the lantern at the back door of the brothel on the street in the distance shone on the person's face, making his face ripple with a layer of white and dead man-like light.

Si Ying pulled out his legs and ran.

"Where are you going?"

A miserable voice came from behind him, and Si Ying ran faster.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Si Ying covered his ears and ran forward, suddenly his feet were soft, he was mixed with something, and the whole person fell to the ground again.

Hey, Si Ying felt soft under him, and there was no expected pain, he lowered his head to take a closer look, but saw him lying on a black and gray living thing, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

The gray-black pattern of the snake belongs to the most bizarre category of animals, they are very different from other animals, the light in the small eyes is very bright, flashing and flashing, revealing a bit of cunning and evil, at this time it is looking at Si Ying, looking at him with great interest.

"Mom! Snake! Si Ying jumped up, ran for his life and ran forward, only to hear a loud noise, and the giant python rose up and rushed towards Si Ying.

Si Ying didn't dare to look back, only to feel that the hissing voice of the big snake behind him was behind his head, and Si Ying suddenly raised his head to the sky and howled: "My life is over!" ”

Between the lightning and flint, a bone knife broke through the air and spun quickly, the python's open mouth shrank suddenly, the bone knife grazed the side of the snake's mouth and slid over, the big snake seemed to be enraged, its long body stood up suddenly, and opened its huge mouth in the air three feet high, and a fishy smell came to its face.

"Forget it, Black Dragon."

A cold voice slowly crept from the alley, making Si Ying, who was hiding behind Feng Qianxin, suddenly shake his mind, why is this voice so familiar.

"What a timid offspring, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I have forgotten all about my wife and son."

Feng Qianxin frowned and looked back at him, but when he saw Si Ying's eyes wide, he shouted in surprise: "It's you, grandma!" ”

The old woman laughed, and with a wave of her hand, the black and gray snake disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"This time, my wife went out, and I didn't see my own grandson, but I saw a grandson! Ha ha! ”

Si Ying's hanging heart immediately fell, and she leaned out from behind Feng Qianxin with a lame mouth and walked towards the old lady in the deep alley, complaining: "I said grandma, you scared me to death." ”

"You're too timid."

"You're looking for your grandson?" Si Ying suddenly asked, "I'm a head catcher, why don't I help you find it." ”

The old woman waved her hand, and walked towards the mouth of the alley step by step with her rickety body on crutches.

Feng Qian frowned at her, The old woman didn't look like a person in the rivers and lakes, like a country lady, very kind in the faint candlelight.

The old woman glanced at Feng Qianxin, who had picked up the bone knife, smiled meaningfully, and then looked at Si Ying who was on the side, shook her head and said, "Come here, I'll tell you these words alone." ”

Si Ying glanced at Feng Qianxin beside her, but she smiled at this time, and said, "I'll wait for you at the back door of the brothel." ”

Si Ying nodded, and Feng Qian gestured slightly to the old woman, and then turned to leave.

The old woman suddenly turned to her and said, "Girl, one day you will beg me." ”

Feng's eyebrows tightened, but seeing the old woman's smiling gaze, he couldn't help but have a feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake, even if it was at the turn of spring and summer, his body still trembled slightly like an ice cellar.

"Old man, what do you mean?"

The woman had already turned her head away and walked towards Si Ying with staggering steps.

A kind of weirdness floated to the tip of her heart, Feng poured out a sigh, are there fewer strange things that happened to her?

Shaking his head, he turned and continued towards the back door of the brothel.

"Grandma, what do you mean by that?"

The old woman raised her hand and looked at his head with her crutches, and said, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

Si Ying rubbed her head, bared her teeth in pain and said, "Grandma, you are too ruthless, so what do you say I should ask?" ”

"What do you say?"

Si Ying thought for a moment and continued the topic between them just now: "Who is your grandson?" ”

The old woman smiled with satisfaction and said, "It's the attendant next to the monk." ”

"Follower?" Si Ying scratched her head, suddenly opened her eyes, and exclaimed, "Chen Zixi!" ”

The old woman's face was sad, and Si Ying's heart suddenly overflowed with pity, what kind of life and death mysteries must have gone through to separate the flesh and blood, and it was not until the white hair and teeth shook that he could meet his relatives?

"Grandma, he's really your grandson!"

"Well, so when you see him, let him meet me anyway!"

Si Ying nodded like pounding garlic, remembering the missing Chen Zixi, and said embarrassedly: "But he is already gone?" ”

"Gone?" The old woman lowered her eyebrows and smiled, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, he'll be back soon." ”

"Really?"

"Really."

Si Ying was happy in his heart, Chen Zixi was not by his side, but he was a little unaccustomed to it, thinking of his eyebrows, Si Ying couldn't help but sigh: "Grandma, you and your grandson don't look like each other at all." ”

"Of course not." The old woman's face was stricken, and her eyes were shining: "He is the grandson of my cousin's cousin's brother-in-law's family, can he look like me?" ”

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The cold stars and cold moon outside the window, and the residual candles in the house are shaking. Under the dresser of the pavilion, a soft fine pen rests on a white inkstone, and the vermilion pigment in the inkstone is like the rouge on the corner of a woman's lips.

A woman frowned at the mirror, her hair casually scattered.

Suddenly, a pair of hands hugged her from behind, and the man leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Why are you unhappy, but you miss me?" ”

The woman's body trembled, and she turned around and hugged him tightly, the man next to her was uninhibited, and it was not something she could keep.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" The woman whispered in her arms, her voice carrying a hint of supplication.

"You know, Changle is still waiting for me to paint Tian."

The woman sighed, straightened up, smiled bitterly, and said with a sourness from the corner of her mouth: "I know, Wang Lang will paint me first." ”

Wang Muzhi nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand and picked up a thin pen on the forehead of the woman who looked up and closed his eyes, and gently traced.

To put it mildly, between a few strokes, a beautiful begonia quietly bloomed between the woman's eyebrows.

"Begonias do not hesitate to carmine, independent in the drizzle. Come to think of it, or Begonia is the most with you. ”

It was already dark, the bronze candles hanging on the top of the Goolan courtyard were swaying in the wind, the light was bright, and in the light gauze stage of the hall, several women were swaying enchanting in their clothes, hooking the eyes and souls of men.

Feng's face, which was hidden on the second floor, was almost transparent by the light, and it became more and more pale. But Si Ying's face was extremely gray, and the tied black hair was pulled out of the crown, and it was pressed against his cheeks with damp sweat, which was very embarrassing.

"Strange, it is rumored that this prince of the Wang family is basically singing every night, why did he look around, and there was no figure of him in the incense pavilion on the second floor?"

Feng leaned and raised his eyebrows at him: "Didn't he say that he would make eyebrows for women, and go to the prostitute's boudoir to look for it." ”

"Or should I go?" Si Ying pointed at himself and began to complain: "You don't know, these women are really terrible. ”

"In that case, I'll go." Feng leaned in his heart and raised his legs to walk in.

"Forget it, let's go, the men here are like wolves, it's too unsafe for you to go."

With that, Si Ying turned around and walked towards the woman's boudoir in the brothel again.

Feng lowered his eyebrows and thought about it, but still followed him.

"Always in the hands of beautiful women, waiting for the bright moon to move when the wind blows. Sometimes he half-hides his face and slightly reveals a little red. ”

After Wang Muzhi painted the eyebrows of Changle in the Goolan Courtyard, he couldn't help but chant a poem when he looked at her demeanor of holding a fan to cover her face.

Changle's eyes were like silk, he threw the fan in his hand, leaned towards him with a soft body, and complained in a soft voice: "No matter how red this rouge is, you will not stop the tigress in your family and marry me!" ”

Wang Muzhilang laughed, pulled her into his arms, stretched out his hand to touch her green silk, and said softly: "There is a way that the wife of the chaff cannot be abandoned, what reason do I have to divorce her?" ”

Changle straightened up in his arms, pouted dissatisfiedly, and said, "Wife of the chaff, didn't your wife with knotted hair be killed?" ”

Wang Muzhi's face turned cold, his eyes were sharp, his long arms clamped her even more, his sharp eyes swirled around her, and he said in a deep voice: "Where did you hear the rumors?" ”

Changle looked at his appearance, deep fear spread from her heart, and she laughed dryly and said, "I'm also hearsay, don't take it seriously, Wang Gongzi." ”

"It's hearsay, it's just rumors, it's better not to chew your tongue behind your back, women are quieter and cutest." He slowly let go of his hand and chuckled.

Changle felt a lightness on his body, and immediately slipped out of his arms, stood aside and wrung his hands in a panic, and said with a smile: "Everything is up to Childe, I'm going to pick up guests, I'll accompany you later." ”

Wang Muzhi nodded with a smile, and Changle immediately fled and left.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the woman, the smile on Wang Muzhi's face disappeared, he glanced at the windless and quiet night outside the window, and suddenly said: "Since you are here, you will come out to see it, why hide." ”