"Is Weicheng far away?...... "Close to Ping. ”

"Where is Kaiping?"

"It's close to Weicheng. ”

"Okay, I know it's in Biansi, but before you go to Biansai, where are you?"

"In the mountains. ”

"Which mountain?"

"Gangster Mountain. ”

"It's huge, isn't it?"

"Nonsense. ”

"And what about before the Gang Mountain?"

“”

"What about the merger?"

"Hmm...... I was too young to remember, all I knew was that I was an orphan. ”

The drunken conversation on the side of the bar went on here, because Ning Que was inarticulate after drinking, and with a stubborn and chaotic thinking, he finally couldn't continue to go deeper, Situ Yilan picked up a wet towel and wiped his forehead vigorously, glaring at the drunk young man who fell on the table hatefully, thinking about what this was called.

At this moment, Shui Zhu'er, who had something to leave temporarily halfway, came to dilute the embarrassment, she frowned and glanced at the back of Ning Que's head, couldn't help but shake her head, helped him up, picked up a wet towel in her right hand to cover his forehead, and then looked at Situ Yilan with a smile and said in a slightly sandy voice: "Miss Situ, he can't drink well." ”

Before Situ Yilan could open his mouth to laugh, Ning Que, who was lying in Shui Zhu'er's arms, woke up, his mind was confused, and he vaguely felt that his face was attached to a slightly cold and plump place, subconsciously or according to instinct, he put his hands around someone's waist, pressed his face closer, and rubbed it.

Shui Zhu'er's plump chest was squeezed out of shape by the evil taste of the young man, and the little face full of delicate jasper flavor showed a few touches of charm and shame very rarely, and there were a few hints of red.

Situ Yilan looked at Ning Que squinting his eyes and half-crouched in Shui Zhu'er's arms, watching his thief hand reach into the sleeve of the girl's house, and then head towards a certain place, she couldn't help but raise her head helplessly and cover her forehead in annoyance, and also covered her eyes by the way, she is the noble daughter of General Yunlu in Chang'an after all, the so-called Qinglou is just an elegant thing, where have you ever seen someone really dare to do blasphemy in front of her?

Of course, she knew that Ning Que was poured too much by herself at this time, and she was so drunk that she was about to become unconscious, but she was afraid that she couldn't even tell whether she was holding her waist or a new willow, rubbing her chest or a big steamed bun, but she couldn't tell a girl who had not left the pavilion one by one, even if it was a girl who was famous for her boldness and chic in Chang'an City, this picture in front of her was indeed a little unbearable, and she stood up and pulled Ning Que up in shame, and continued to drink endlessly.

Ning Que vaguely felt that someone wanted to continue pouring his own wine, where was he willing to follow, holding Shui Zhu'er's waist and refusing to let go, his palm went down the placket and kept rubbing the soft and plump abdomen of the girl's house, muttering nonsense such as this is better than drinking, I will never drink again.

Shui Zhu'er giggled when he touched it, hurriedly raised her sleeves to cover her lips, and said with a sneer: "If you touch it again, you will have to give silver."

Ning Que bowed in her arms and replied in a daze: "Your brother and I are also a person with a net worth of two silver, and I am still short of this little silver?

Shui Zhu'er was a little annoyed when she heard this, but when she heard the word monk, she was confused, and she looked up at Situ Yilan for help, Situ Yilan spread her hands and said angrily: "How do I know what kind of nonsense this is?"

Immediately after that, her fingers were slightly forced, grabbed Ning Que's front placket and forcibly raised him by a few points, leaned in front of his face and said loudly: "Drink too much, hurry back, is there no one waiting for you at home?"

I don't know if it was because he was blown by the night wind by the fence for a long time or was shaken hard by Situ Yilan, or if some key words in this sentence touched the sensitive soul in Ning Que's mind, I saw that his body suddenly stiffened and then woke up slowly, and looked at the night scene outside the fence with his godless eyes and muttered: "Yes, there are still people waiting at home." ”

Situ Yilan and Miss Shui Zhu'er glanced at each other, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, where did Ning Que's net worth of two thousand taels of silver come from was not the focus of their concern at all, they were happy and worried that they finally didn't have to accompany this poor and rich master to go crazy.

However, to the surprise of the two, Ning Que staggered to his feet, broke free from Situ Yilan's hand, and gently avoided it

Shui Zhuer, who wanted to support him, staggered into the building, grabbed a brush in the tent, tore off a page of account book paper, Yushan half leaned on the stage, drunk and confused with cursive numbers, and then said: "Send me back to Lin47 Lane." ”

Shui Zhu'er leaned over to take a look, and saw that there were a few words written on the account book paper, and the frame of those words was crooked and slanted, and the white silk hanging was not clear, and if you didn't carefully identify it, you couldn't see what was written

"Young Master Sangsang, I won't come back to sleep if I'm drunk today, you remember to drink the lazy leftover chicken soup on the pot." ”

Ning Que is a very calm and self-controlled guy with a gentle appearance and a very good bone, and he knows very well that his alcohol consumption is extremely poor, so except for drinking with Sang Sang on weekdays, it is very rare for him to drink too much and get out of control, but at this time, the situation is a little different, he is really too happy today, and his interest is so high that he feels lost without alcohol to help him.

This joy and sorrow from the deepest part of his heart has nothing to do with the boundless night drinking of the Qinglou, and it has nothing to do with the fact that his classmates of the academy took advantage of their youth to scold Fang Dao and carnival, purely because he saw the message on the thin paper on the old book building, in the warm afternoon sunshine, he vaguely saw the direction of the door of that wonderful world, and after searching for more than ten years in despair, he finally saw a glimmer of hope, what is there in this world than this thing, and what time is more suitable for a drunken drunk than this time?

Shui Zhu'er couldn't help but smile when she saw his drunken and cute appearance, and rushed over, holding his left arm and shaking her head......, and said, "Don't drink, I'll stay for a while, let the carriage and horses take you home." ”

Ning Que gently held her hand, his palm was covered with slightly wet sweat stains, only to know that the words of drunken Xinming were very reasonable, squinted slightly to hide his nervousness, and pretended to be calm and said, "I won't go back tonight."

"It's not good for you to have fun with classmates. Shui Zhu'er smiled and teased: "Where is Fengya?"

Ning Que said with the strength of the wine: "I'm just a little soldier oil stuffed on the side, where do you know what elegance is, good sister, what if you let me be vulgar tonight?"

"Don't pretend to be crazy while you're drunk, and you will regret it when you wake up. Shui Zhu'er sneered: "If you don't say a handful when you are sober on weekdays, what can you do if you are vulgar?"

Ning Que squinted his drunken eyes and waved his hand repeatedly, and said with a smile: "That's not good, that's the three vulgarities." ”

"I can't listen to any more nonsense. Situ Yilan frowned, covered her forehead to suppress the wine rolling in her lower abdomen, and said, "Ning Que wants to be nonsense, can you pick a different day?"

Ning Que reluctantly stood up straight, bowed and said, "Miss Situ, this is the place you chose, if it were another day, I really wouldn't have the courage to accompany a girl's house to visit the Qinglou." ”

Situ Yilan was speechless for a while, hating and hating him, thinking to himself, Do you still know that you are accompanying a girl to visit the Qinglou? Then let's listen to Xiaoqu and see Hu Wu talk about artistic life, isn't it good, why do you have to be like this?

Fortunately, she didn't say this, otherwise she would have provoked Ning Que to complain about the difference between literary and artistic young women and normal young women, just the difference in the order of development of things.

Miss Shui Zhu'er looked at Ning Que with a smile and said sympathetically: "Ning Que, you seem to have forgotten one thing, everyone Jian sent a message that no one was allowed to entertain you that day, where can you go?"

As soon as Shui Zhu'er's words fell, she saw a little maid with an arrogant and indifferent face appearing in front of everyone with a bowl of crowtail decanting soup, this Jane's personal maidservant girl Xiaocao girl stared coldly at Ning Que's eyes, and said: "No one is allowed to let him drink when everyone Jian speaks, and then Ning Que you, drink this bowl of decanting soup, immediately go take a bath to get rid of the smell on your body, follow me upstairs, everyone Jian has something to ask you." ”

There is a sentence structure commonly used in this novel to describe the demeanor of a master, a master, and a master, that is: when it is too late, it is fast, and as soon as the voice falls, I only see it...... The appearance of the servant girl Xiaocao is very good at this kind of master, and what she says is also very effective, as soon as the words come out, those academy students who are eager to try are persuaded by the girls next to them, and Ning Que himself is even more dejected and let go of the hand that snatched the wine jug, and the hall is full of silence.

When Ning Que went to sober up and wash, the academy students in the building naturally wanted to talk about what happened before, especially those Chang'an students who knew the identity of the Jian family, and couldn't help but tell their classmates about some secrets in the court, a certain legend of the Tang Dynasty back then, so everyone was even more curious about the previous scene.

The side of the fence was still quiet, Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai talked softly for a few words, and then walked over again, standing not far from Miss Shui Zhu'er, looking curiously at this leading figure in the capital, and asked softly: "Even if Ning Que is lucky enough to enter the eyes of the Jian family, whether you or Lu Xue, with your current status, you don't need to deliberately curry favor with him to do something, so I'm curious about why." ”

"Ning Que was deceived into the building at the beginning, it was a funny thing, that night Jane everyone made it clear that the girls in the building were not allowed to entertain him, and other green buildings in Chang'an City were just returned, but our girl in the building soap must be no one who dared to disobey the meaning of Jane's family, but he still often came to us, what does this mean?"

Miss Shui Zhu'er's eyes fluttered, and she smiled and whispered: "This shows that the young man came to chat with us girls just to chat, and we people actually want to chat with people simply." ”

Situ Yilan Ran propped up his jaw and leaned on the edge of the railing thoughtfully.

Shui Zhu'er smiled and continued: "We like to chat with him, because all our chats on weekdays can't be purely chatting in our hearts, and we always have to think about how to make those Imperial Masters happy, and the Yellow Gate Squire is happy. And Ning Que likes to chat with us because he has pressure in his bones and needs to use chat to relax, and now it seems that only in a place like us, chatting with a girl like us, can he really relax. ”

Situ Yilan frowned, her eyes full of girlish curiosity: "What pressure can he have?"

"I don't know what is wrong with Ning Que's life, but I know there must be a problem. Shui Zhu'er gradually smiled, and said with pity: "Ning Que in your eyes is a calm and simple young man, only those of us who have read the dust can see the pity hidden in his body." ”

In the end, the Chang'an red-carded girl said softly: "In addition, I am also an orphan with no father and no mother. ”