Cheng Ting left home in a rage, Tengyun drove away, Wu Jin had the intention to lead him to Shishi Street, but he wanted to borrow wine to drown his sorrows, insisted on not going, and walked all the way to Yuhua Street.

Yuhua Street is brilliantly lit, a bright light, a collection of chivalrous and young people, stacked shoulders one after another, cars and horses are difficult to travel, laughter and laughter spread from countless mouths, and sheng songs, wine, gold cups and silver cups, cherry-colored lipstick, rain and shy clouds, intertwined into a very ambiguous and romantic Yuhua Street.

Wu Jin looked at Cheng Ting: "This is not a place to drink. ”

"This is the place to drink," Cheng Ting tidied himself up in front of the water tank, rolled up his sleeves high, wiped his hair bun with his wet hands, and patted the dust on his body: "The master ate him poor today." ”

He washed his face again, and looked at Wu Jin in his eyes.

Wu Jin was already sweating, the shirt was attached to his chest and back, wrapping up a thin figure, his hair was also dark and damp, and there was a depression between his eyebrows and eyes.

He could see that Wu Jin was confused about Yuhua Street.

The streets of Yuhua Street are familiar to Wu Jin, but every door of Yuhua Street has never been open to him.

Cheng Ting packed up his head: "I'll take you to cool off." ”

He took a step forward, fearing that Wu Jin would run away, so he grabbed his sleeve and walked to a Yan restaurant with an open door, which was full of diners, and the smell of wine hit people.

Behind the ordinary Yan Pavilion, there is another gate, and there are two little two standing by the door, and they don't ask much, and when they see that Cheng Ting wants to go in, they open the door.

After entering the door, there was another path, and after walking through the path, there were two more gates, two big red lanterns were hung, and two men were also guarded.

One of them recognized Cheng Ting and immediately smiled and said, "Young Master Cheng is here." ”

Immediately, the two stepped forward and pushed open the door one left and one right.

As soon as the door opened, there was immediately a cool breeze that hunted directly on the placket, like a high autumn, the sweat on Wu Jin's body made the cool breeze quickly converge, and it was closed in the Xuanfu in an instant.

Wu Jin's body also tightened, his head showed signs of drowsiness, and his eyes closed involuntarily.

Then open your eyes and look in, all around are leaning on the railing, the wine seat, the eyes are full of dazzling carved eaves reflecting the sun, painting flying clouds, wrong color gold, even the corner is Qionglin jade tree, five colors of Xuan, piled up a place of extreme wealth.

The water in the patio is like a spring, the water mist is splashing, like a bead curtain, and there is a high platform, and the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra comes from it.

There were already many men sitting around the patio, all of them rich and noble, dressed in gold and silver, and the prostitutes on the railings were dressed in light veils, competing for flattery and laughter, and jasmine was full of heads, and their eyes were wandering.

Cheng Ting found an empty table and chair, and dragged Wu Jin over, but after walking two or three steps, someone greeted him, all the way "Cheng Sanye", "Brother Cheng", "Virtuous Nephew", "Little Brother" The cries continued, Cheng Ting responded from all over the world, I don't know whether to laugh or cry on his face, after sitting down, he planned to eat the poor Cheng Prefect's mansion, and asked for the best wine and the best food.

As soon as he sat down, someone came to raise a glass, toasting and looking at Wu Jin at the same time, I don't know who this shabby student is.

These eyes are far sharper than the neighbors of Shishi Street, as if they want to see Wu Jin's bones and blood, to see whose family he is, which family he is related to, and what kind of origin he has in Kuanzhou.

Wu Jin is like sitting on pins and needles.

The gaze was bearable, but the smell made him dizzy and tight, and there was candle oil and fire floating under the porch, the smell of wine, the smell of women's fat powder, and the smell of cold wind and cold water, mixed together, as if the whole restaurant was wrapped in a naked body, sticky and slippery.

He wanted to go out and blow the hot air outside, take a sip of hot tea, and when he looked at Cheng Ting, Cheng Ting had already drunk half a pot of bitter wine of love.

Cheng Ting noticed his gaze and thought he was shocked by this, so he patted him on the shoulder, and stretched out his hand to point to the platform half above the ground: "Look at it, hiccup-"

This time he had a wine burp.

The smell of wine sprayed on Wu Jin's face, Wu Jin couldn't bear it, pushed Cheng Ting's face away with a slap, looked at the high platform, and the sound of blowing on it didn't stop, but suddenly there was a team of women, unclothed, dancing under the music.

Wu Jin felt that his whole body was stiff, his scalp was numb, and he looked away, but suddenly heard a tidal wave of shouts and calls from the crowd around him, and then turned his head to look at the stage, and the women had already taken off their coats.

The sound of gongs and drums became more and more urgent, and the sound of the piano became more and more high-pitched, the dancing girls with white flowers flew around the stage, and the crowd of onlookers fell into a strange carnival, throwing the wrenches on their hands, the jade pendants on their bodies, and the flowers on their heads to the stage, and the shouts seemed to be big waves, hitting Wu Jin wave after wave.

In this place, they broke free from everything that bound them, revealing their worst appearance.

Flowers fell wildly, hitting Wu Jin's head, Wu Jin's heart also "dongdong" with the gongs and drums, he rubbed his forehead hard, went to see Cheng Ting, Cheng Ting just blindly drank, drank two sips, wiped a handful of tears, drank two more sips, and blew a handful of snot.

“…… How can he be such a father, Sister Huiran...... I don't have the face to see her again...... Marrying so far away, what's good, I can't get used to eating, and if I am wronged in the future, who will support her......"

His voice was drowned in the surrounding crowd, Wu Jin was so troubled by the noise that he couldn't help but knead the roots of the mountain, and vaguely heard someone say the words "Mo Jie Du Envoy".

He subconsciously raised his head, but he really saw the Mo family brothers and sisters - a group of people surrounded by stars and moons and the two of them came in.

Mo Qianlan always wears one more than others, outside the soap-colored tunic-collared gown, there is also a crane, Mo Lingfeng is afraid of heat, only wears a silver-red wide-sleeved long coat, tied with two horned buns, some fine soft velvet scattered on the forehead, the face is a little damp, the gold collar around the neck presses the placket, and the chin also reflects a hazy golden light.

The restless crowd became more and more surging, scrambling to step forward, and Mo Lingfeng's gaze scanning around was quickly overwhelmed by the crowd.

Wu Jin didn't step forward, didn't shout, and continued to sit in place uncomfortable.

And Mo Lingfeng sat down on the second floor with Mo Qianlan, and the guys and prostitutes in the Yan Pavilion stepped forward like water, lifted the gauze curtains for them, laid out the fruits, and poured fine wine.

Mo Qianlan stretched out his hand to pick a grape, peeled it and put it into Mo Lingfeng's mouth.

Today's Dragon Boat Festival, Mo Lingfeng watched the dragon boat race, and he was very happy at this time, his eyes were shining, after eating grapes, he drank a glass of nectar cold water, and suddenly said to Mo Qianlan: "Brother, it's too noisy." ”

Mo Qianlan smiled and asked, "What do you want to hear?" ”

Mo Lingfeng peeled the grape skin by himself: "Xi Qin." ”

"Yunsheng," Mo Qianlan turned his head to look at Wang Zhizhou, "You are a frequent visitor here, whose Xi Qin plays well?" ”

"Mei Chou'er," Wang Zhizhou turned his head and called the old bustard, "Remove the demons below, let Chou'er go up to play the piano, tell her not to take Qiao, Miss Mo wants to listen, just play "Wind and Snow Cold". ”

The old bustard agreed, and trotted all the way to invite her Oiran lady.