Not all the brightly dressed people on this street are like these young masters and wives, there are also some people with knives on their waists, and some people with swords on their backs, they also look like people in the rivers and lakes, most of them have straight faces, serious and serious, but the expression looks like they owe them a lot of silver, in fact, they owe them a knife, and they owe them a life.

There are even some young women who stand outside an open gate with a fragrant handkerchief and greet the young women passing by with a hippie smile, all dressed in fancy clothes, wearing bells and whistles, and wearing makeup like a thousand-year-old demon or a hundred-year-old fox.

In fact, there are many people in the world who chase stinky tofu, some people just like to eat stinky tofu, and they don't give money if they don't stink, the more stinky the better, and the more stinky they are, the more fragrant they eat, but the more stinky they are, the more they give silver. Some of them walked over as if they were smelling the smell of it, and these were of course well-dressed men, and they put their arms around a young hundred-year-old fox, grinned wide, and showed a mouthful of gold or cavities, and then turned and walked in through the open door.

If you want to ask what is the situation inside this gate, please look at the lintel, which is impressively engraved with three gilt characters - Yixiangyuan, that is, the Qinglou Gool, commonly known as the big brothel.

It is also a prosperous place and a rich land. The sky is blue, the trees are green, the houses are earthen buildings, and the young lady here is a well-deserved lady. You can also enjoy a lot here, as long as you have enough silver taels, you can also eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas, fresh seafood, fruits, pears and dates, you can also buy silk satin leather jackets and silk pants, you can also sit in a sedan chair with eight lifts, and you can also sleep with the most beautiful girls.

Not long after, the two guys riding the jujube red horse also stopped in front of the Yixiang Courtyard, and some men had already come out to tie their horses for them. There's actually a guy here, and this guy is actually a man.

Actually, there is nothing strange about this, some people like the same life flower, naturally some people like the good of Longyang, the so-called world is no wonder, the three-legged toad has not been seen, but it may not be really not.

The two men looked back at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, as if they were afraid that others would recognize them, and as if they were afraid of being followed, they quickly crept into the gate. They apparently saw no suspicious person at that glance, but one curious man was watching them from the eaves of a grain store. It was a woman, a woman who had captivated the country and the city.

Ye Zimei raised her eyes and looked at the golden signboard on the door, frowned willow leaves, and her face turned red, and the beautiful melon seed face was instantly like a thin piece of pure white paper soaked in oil.

As soon as she opened one leg, someone knelt in front of her, and she knelt straight and upright, but the man arched his back and bent over as if he was going to kowtow like pounding garlic next. Zimei looked at it, but she didn't know her face, but she couldn't help frowning the two curved willow eyebrows, but her eyebrows were like the curved moon in the sky.

The man's hair was fluffy and curly, as if he hadn't washed his hair in years, his face was covered with dirt and dirt, and his neck was one by one, which were the marks left by sweat stains washing away the dirt, and it was obvious that he hadn't bathed in many years. Looking at his dirty face like a little cat, I couldn't tell his age, but I still saw that he had a broken arm. The empty sleeve was clinging to his body, and one of his trouser legs was also empty, apparently missing one.

Underneath his ass was a futon of twine, from which were attached two lines of twine, and hung around his neck. Obviously, this futon is important to him, so wherever his neck goes, his futon will go. It's just that the futon is smaller than his ass.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't sit very often, but kneels a lot. Those who do their work, in addition to being thicker than ordinary people, have to often kneel and kowtow, only when they kneel can they eat, and when they stand up, they can only starve to death. Although the man did not look very old, and certainly had a lot of strength, he was missing an arm and a broken leg, which was also a very thick thigh, and there would be a lot of shaggy black hair on the thigh, which was the same as the rest of his leg.

He only knelt, but did not kowtow, nor did he make a gesture, because he held in his hand a large porcelain bowl with two trumpet flowers on the edge of the bowl, which was blooming brightly. But there was a copper plate in the bowl, and there was already a small half bowl, and there was a white flour bun that had been bitten into.

Women are always soft-hearted, and they can't see this kind of thing the most. Zimei hurriedly took out a piece of loose silver from her coat pocket and put it in the large porcelain bowl. The beggar's eyes lit up, and he took the silver and put it to his mouth, and with a clatter, broke a cavity, which was also a front front incisor, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

He didn't seem to feel any pain, raised his head and smiled, then put the silver in his trouser pocket, then patted his ass and stood up, turned his head and ran away happily, without even saying thank you. He ran on two legs, shook off his two arms, and ran away as if he were flying, and even the large porcelain bowl was thrown on the side of the road, and dozens of copper plates rolled to the ground.

Ye Zimei couldn't cry or laugh, and as soon as she sighed, a group of ragged beggars swarmed to snatch the copper plates all over the ground, and soon they scuffled, and there were several half-grown children with oily faces. Ye Zimei couldn't help but sigh again, and then walked forward.

By this time, it was completely dark, and there were fewer pedestrians on the street. Ye Zimei picked a shadow spot and flew onto the roof. She walked on the tile, but there was no sound under her feet, as light as two taels of cotton.

She knew that those two guys riding jujube red horses would never be in an ordinary room, let alone in the private room upstairs in order to meet their young master. Yixiangyuan is just a small two-story building with dozens of rooms. Ye Zimei didn't take a few steps, she would lean down and put her ear to the tile to listen, and then walk forward.

Suddenly, she stopped, and gently moved a tile away, revealing everything in the room.

It was a very large room, straight to a hall, there were two tables of eight immortals alone, there were more than a dozen rosewood chairs, the cabinets were all brand new, like a newly decorated new house, extremely elegant and some resplendent taste, even the style of the lamp was not available in the general town, it was a colorful glass lamp, exuding an orange-red shimmer, and there was a hint of hazy spring in the room.

Isn't there spring everywhere in Yixiangyuan?

However, the room has all the furniture, but there is no bed.

What kind of place is Yixiangyuan, the most important thing that should not be missing is the bed, how could this most useful thing be left behind?

What's even more strange is that there are no women in the room, only men, a white-skinned man, who looks to be in his thirties at most, long and square, Xiao Shuxuan, his face is very clean, and he can't even see the traces left by the beard dregs. He wears a scarf on his head, wears a white robe, his eyes are bright, and he is full of chic and capable energy, and there is a bookish atmosphere that cannot be concealed.

This person did not carry a sword, just like a talent who went to Beijing to take the exam, and was reading at night. At this moment, he was also sitting upright at the table, but instead of reading, he poured himself a drink, and drank the best tea.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, obviously he had been waiting for a long time, but he didn't have any anxious look at all, and there was a faint leisurely look on his face.

Who is he waiting for? Who else can he wait for in Yixiang Courtyard? Which kiln sister has such charm to make a scholar wait like this?

As soon as Zimei had this question, there was a pecking sound on the door, the sound was very soft, but the scholar still heard it, the person he was waiting for finally came, Zimei couldn't help but stared at the two vermilion lacquered doors without blinking, she also wanted to see what kind of beauty this scholar was waiting for.

The scholar got up and took two steps and stopped, but he didn't mean to open the door, he shouted at the door in a low voice: "Laugh at the concubine of the red dust." ”

This is a Tang poem, and the next sentence is naturally "No one knows that it is a lychee". This scholar deserves to be a scholar, and he is still showing off Sven at this moment. Clinker, a rough man's voice came from outside the door: "If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it." ”

Where is this, it's just a donkey's lips that don't match the horse's mouth. However, the scholar seemed to have found a bosom friend, and his face was full of joy, and he stepped forward and opened the door. Two people walked in from outside the door, and through the orange-red shimmer, Zimei could see that it was the two people riding jujube red horses, that is, the person with the tall Chinese character face and the person with a thumb-sized red birthmark on the cheeks of the sharp-beaked monkey, and it was they who Zimei was following.

As soon as the two men walked in, the scholar closed the door of the room, and before closing the door, he looked outside, obviously afraid that someone would see it. Of course, I'm afraid that others will see this kind of thing, not to mention being a scholar, let alone three men in one play.

The scholar turned around and clenched his fists: "The two brothers have worked hard all the way, sit down and drink a cup of hot tea." ”

The national character snorted, his eyes were very contemptuous, and he didn't answer, strode over, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and drank it all.

The birthmark was much kinder, and he also arched his hand and said, "Master Di has been waiting for a long time, and the little brother is here to make amends." ”

"Don't dare to be," the scholar hurriedly returned the salute, "I've tormented my little brother." I have admired Brother Zheng's prestige for a long time, and I am fortunate to see it today, which is really a pleasure for three lives!"

"Master Di is polite. The birthmark smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it seems that Master Di is a few years older than the younger brother, and then the younger brother will be called the eldest brother directly, I'm afraid that I will have to rely on the eldest brother a lot in the future." ”

"Brother Zheng, don't say that, it's too outward, if necessary, just give orders, Di will obey. The scholar arched his hand again, but he did not refuse the identity of "big brother" again, with a humble look on his face.

"It's still the eldest brother who has seen the outside, and the younger brother admires the eldest brother very much, and when we met today, I said that I would be closer and closer. The birthmark still said with a smile.

Although he has the appearance of a sharp-beaked monkey gill, his pair of dark squinted eyes are always squinted, giving people a kind feeling, as if he has been smiling, and when he is not smiling, he also seems to be smiling, so he doesn't know when he laughs and when he doesn't. It is this kind of person who is the most difficult and insidious, usually with a honey-bellied sword, and kills people invisibly between talking and laughing, which is the "smiling tiger" as the saying goes.

"Admire me, how do you say that?" the scholar frowned slightly.