Fang Su looks like a beautiful girl on weekdays, and she doesn't step out of the door. When the other naughty girls were still thinking about how to go out over the wall at night, the eldest lady of Fangfu swaggered out of the house.

When the moon is in the sky, the lights are on, and the Xuanyang Night Market is not lively. There are many vendors in front of Sanchuan Yashe, the year has already passed on the street is still full of lights, and the red lantern can be seen when it looks up, and it has a unique flavor with the moon and stars. The Sanchuan Yashe is located in the east of the city, in front of the gate is the main stream of the Xuanmu River, if you want to enter the gate of the Yashe must cross the Dengchuan Bridge across the Xuanmu River.

Song Zhili, the eldest lady of the Fang family, had already changed into a graceful Confucian gray robe, with a cloak for windproofing outside, and her hair had been tied up in a dignified manner. It's just that her face is too good, even if she changes to a man's outfit, her white and tender skin still makes people stop. She stands on the Dengchuan Bridge and looks, the Xuanmu River reflects the whole six-story Sanchuan House, the first floor is a lobby, there is a landscaping stage in the middle, surrounded by a circle of flowing water, there is a smoke from the slow burning of camphor wood floating on it, the second floor to the fourth floor is the private room, most of them are the places where the businessmen and officials listen to the music alone, although the fifth and sixth floors are also lit with candles, but they are not open to the public, it is said to be the account room. The candles poured into the river through various colored window paper and red lanterns, looking very graceful and luxurious. Soon after nightfall, the house began to sing, and there was an endless stream of guests.

When I arrived at the bridge, someone greeted me, and when I saw Song Zhili with his hands in his hands, he smiled and said, "Jiang Gongzi, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The person who came was the shopkeeper of Sanchuan Yashe, called Sun Yuquan, a fat man, not too old but in his early twenties, this Sanchuan Yashe is his family, but he can't understand that he is obviously a son, so he has to like this smiling face. Song Zhili has known him for several years, and the relationship between the two is good, and Sun Yuquan also knows that Song Zhili's true identity has been helping her hide it.

Sun Yuquan is very fat, and Song Zhili likes to call him Fat Erquan on weekdays.

Song Zhili was speechless: "Fat Erquan, you can do this noodle work." ”

Fat Erquan raised his eyebrows, rubbing his hands on his round belly: "That's not it, come and come and walk." ”

The two of them walked in together, and he leaned into Song Zhili's ear and whispered: "Little Ali, let me tell you, today's new Oiran is not to mention more energetic." ”

"Really?" Song Zhili's eyes were illuminated by the lights.

Sun Yuquan smiled and bowed his head: "Seriously, and Yasheli has newly entered the early spring peach blossom brew, which has been reserved for you." ”

"You go first, it's still the old place. I'll bring the new Oiran to you later. ”

Song Zhili nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice, and Sun Yuquan looked at her and laughed loudly: "Go quickly, go quickly." ”

The eldest lady of the Fang family returned to the appearance of a handsome boy at the door of Sanchuan Yashe, the folding fan in her hand rotated in the palm of her hand, she stopped at the door and felt the unique fireworks in the world before stepping in.

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The location of the Tongcha Mansion is a little more remote, not on the main street, so it is much quieter. In the study of the deputy executive of the department, when the candle is not lit, the moonlight enters the window lattice, which is cold and arrogant.

Meng Zhixing sat cross-legged with a small square collapsed that he usually used for rest, and the collapse was moved by Fang Su, saying that it was for him to take a nap, but Meng Zhixing had never slept once, it was too noisy and he couldn't sleep. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and it didn't take too long for Wu Bu to check the news.

The knock on the door sounded with Luo Mingzhe's voice: "My lord, the news says that Du Zhenghe has a long-term house in Sanchuan Yashe, and he used to go every month. ”

Meng Zhixing opened his eyes when he heard this, and his eyes, which were already cold, were a little colder by the moonlight: "Prepare your night clothes." ”

"It's ready."

……

Sanchuan Yashe, Song Zhili has his own room, only the owner's relatives and friends or powerful officials and wealthy businessmen can have their own long-term room in Sanchuan Yashe.

'Rare Joy'

This is the name that Song Zhili himself gave to Jiu Dingfang. In life, there are so many sorrows, so many worries, only one happiness is the most rare.

The room has already prepared the early spring peach blossom brew in Sun Yuquan's mouth, which is said to be made from the first batch of blooming peach blossoms, which is not spicy and a little sweet in the mouth.

Slowly stepping in, she took off her outermost cloak as the room warmed up. Music has been played outside, and the song is very familiar, it is a music theory composed by the music theory of the mother's own family, surnamed Song, and the song of Yangchun Xinghu. Oiran will not appear until the field is hot, and the first dance will dance for a while before it ends, and now the hour is still early, and those fox friends and dog friends are detained at home and she is the only one alone, and it is really boring for a while. Looking at the wine on the side, Song Zhili licked his lips.

At night in the royal capital, there is the bustle of the early lights and the peace that melts into the night.

Meng Zhixing, who was dressed in night clothes, landed lightly on the roof and continued to run forward, without making a sound every time his foot landed on the roof tiles. Du Zhenghe is delicate, if he, the deputy deacon, appears in Sanchuan Yashe, he will definitely startle the snake, so he can only sneak in at night.

The front of Sanchuan Yasha was brightly lit, but the back was indeed dim, only a little light from the candles in the building. A slender figure stepped up into the air, climbing the eaves of the house with ease. Meng Zhixing had reached the fourth floor of the Sanchuan House, but he couldn't find a place to enter, and he went to several private rooms, which were full of Yingge and Yan Dance.

It wasn't until the southeast corner that I saw a private room with dim candles. Meng Zhixing's feet fell to the eaves and opened the window and door a crack, but still no figure was found. The southeast corner was facing the street, so Yu Yi turned over and entered the room.

The interior of the house is very simple, with a screen, a table with wine jugs and a few wine glasses poured on the table. On the hanger at the door hung a man's cape the size of a woman. Before Meng Zhixing could react, a figure came out from behind the screen. She held a pot of wine and a wine glass in her hand, and the wine in the glass was not refreshing enough in her throat, so she simply drank it with the spout. The visitor's eyes were blurred, and he squinted his eyes and got closer a little before he saw Meng Zhixing who was masked.

Meng Zhixing was about to start knocking him out, but the person in front of him spoke first: "Flying thief? ”

Drunk, Song Zhili also forgot to disguise his voice, and his drunken voice sounded, and Meng Zhili was stunned. Song Zhili burped and said mysteriously: "I'll tell you, there's nothing valuable here, you go up, there is an account room above, and there are pawn tickets in it, but it's valuable." ”

She made another gesture of silence and lowered her voice, "You...... Don't say I told you, there's more...... Take less and don't be too greedy. ”

Meng Zhixing looked at the little girl dressed as a man in front of him, and couldn't help but laugh. Drunk, that's fine. Meng Zhixing was afraid that she was going to break when he saw her appearance, so he didn't plan to stun her, turned around and prepared to leave.

Just walked two steps, Song Zhili behind him sighed again: "New Oiran? How... Just... Just coming and leaving? ”

Meng Zhixing was pulled back to the table by her, Song Zhili smiled cutely, poured a cup of early spring peach blossom brew and handed it to him: "Drink!" ”

Looking at the wine glass in front of him, Meng Zhixing somehow didn't care, but poured the wine behind him, and said cooperatively: "Good wine, thank you." ”

The girl smiled and waved her hand very generously: "No thanks, Sister Oiran... Fatty... Fat Springs... Say you look good dancing, why don't you dance for me... Jump one..."

The girl in front of her leaned on Meng Zhixing without resistance, she was very fragrant, and the fragrance of flowers revealed the smell of soothing incense. Her pretty face was slightly red, and her eyes were misty, not inferior to all the women Meng Zhixing had ever seen. The picture flashed in his mind, and the woman who was pregnant when he was a child came to her was also slightly inferior.

Meng Zhixing was stunned, Xiao Ali raised his head suddenly, and said to himself: "Let me jump?" ”

She smacked her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly nodded: "Okay!" I jump! ”

Meng Zhixing thought to himself: How much do you have to drink......

Song Zhili put down the wine pot and glass slowly, and it happened that music began to play downstairs. Little Ali squinted and smiled, and raised her hand to remove the bun that tied her hair on her head. For a while, the green silk leaked to the waist like a waterfall, without restraint, and the fragrance of long hair filled the small elegant room in a short time.

Dancing and shadowing... How is it like to be in the world...

The song sounded, Song Zhili danced with the music, his long hair flowing like a light snowflake flying in the sky, and the fairy who was elegantly synchronized with the lotus under his feet, with thin eyebrows and wonderful eyes, fingers and waist, moving slowly like a light cloud, and whirling like a spring breeze. Dancing with the joys and sorrows of the lyrics and graceful elegance.

Meng Zhixing was so fascinated that he forgot to leave for a while. After the tea time, a new song started, Xiao Ali seemed to be unfinished, stepped forward lightly, climbed Meng Zhixing's broad shoulders with her arms, her eyes were foggy, and she was drunk between breaths, and she drilled into Meng Zhixing's nose with the fragrance of flowers that belonged to her.

The last time Meng Zhixing's heart beat like this in more than ten years was when he knew the news of his father's death, his lips and throat were dry, and his Adam's apple was rolling hard.

"Shuyang."

There was a knock on the door, Song Zhili stopped his movements, drunk and had a confused memory, and then remembered that the person in front of him was a thief. In a panic, she pushed Meng Zhixing behind the screen, then turned around to open the door.

Standing outside the door was naturally Sun Yuquan, and there was a wonderful woman standing behind her, dressed in red, with a flower on her forehead, a veil on her face, a willow and a snake waist, and a staggered figure, which made people unable to take their eyes off it.

Song Zhili smiled: "It's here... I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

But Sun Yuquan was stupid, because the little Ali in front of him was still under the pseudonym of Jiang Shuyang, his long hair and waist were red, and even his voice was a woman's voice.

Not only Sun Yuquan, but even the Oiran behind him was startled, obviously saying that there was a gentle rich boy, how did he become a pretty girl?

Sun Yuquan said that it was too late, and then he quickly pushed Xiao Ali on the shoulder, pressed her back to the room, and beckoned to the Oiran to let her in too. Oiran closed the door again after entering, and Fat Izumi breathed a sigh of relief.

Oiran looked at the little girl standing and swaying from side to side and asked in confusion, "Boss, don't you explain?" ”

Fat Erquan rubbed his nose: "It's okay, I originally wanted to tell you." This situation can only be said tomorrow. ”

Oiran took off her veil, revealing her delicate facial features and beautiful face, and leaned in to take a look: "This is the friend you met in Jiangzhou before?" ”

"It's good-looking."

Saying that, he still wanted to pinch the white and tender cheeks, Sun Yuquan hurriedly slapped her away, and said angrily: "This girl is miserable, her mother died early, but her father was in the royal capital, but she was raised in Jiangzhou, and she took it back when the world was more peaceful." ”