It's just the right time.

The Pingle Fang is full of people and the lights are bright.

The night breeze floated, stirring up the green silk of the beauty, plucking the heartstrings of the idiot, and bringing up the yearning for poverty.

Zhang Xiuran held a silver fan in his hand, dressed in azure brocade, stepped on floating clouds, and hung a jade gold silk plaque with a white jade belt around his waist, and walked leisurely on the main street.

The luxurious and handsome style has won the attention of countless beauties.

'Cannon Town Huaicheng Tower' and the skinny calligraphy made Zhang Xiuran famous.

Along the way, there were many scholars and talented people who paid tribute to Zhang Xiuran.

"I've seen Zhang Gongzi, and the talent of the son is fascinating."

"Zhang Gongzi's absoluteness is really magnificent."

……

Zhang Xiuran smiled and bowed his hand in return.

The spring breeze is nothing more than proud.

Enjoying the sought-after sought-after shought, he unconsciously walked to the position where Ye Qing usually set up a stall.

The original handsome noodle stall owner is no longer there, replaced by a middle-aged man who sells wontons.

Zhang Xiuran tapped the silver fan in the palm of his hand, and sighed:

"I didn't expect that my son's favorite hot noodle soup was actually made by him."

"Da is hidden in the city, these five words are really understood."

After speaking, Zhang Xiuran thought of something wonderful, and the corners of his mouth rose.

Syllable!

The silver fan made a crisp sound, and the surface of the landscape fan was exposed under the candle flame, shining brightly.

Suddenly, a fiery red appeared in the distance.

The bright candle flame and the crowd of people instantly dimmed.

Zhang Xiuran's pupils shrank sharply, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Without saying a word, he retreated decisively, hid his figure behind Qi Heng, raised his hand and dragged Qi Heng's back shirt to the left, and urged:

"Let's go, go to the alley next to it."

The talented man turned into a timid rat with his head and tail exposed, and the pedestrians around him looked at this scene in surprise.

Qi Heng looked at the fiery red, only felt that his scalp was numb, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and without saying a word, he blocked his son-in-law and quickly hid in the alley.

The dark alleys were like eaves sheltering from the wind and rain, which brought Zhang Xiuran a great sense of security, he gasped for breath and stroked his chest, while not forgetting to raise his sleeves and sweep over his forehead.

In just a few breaths, the unruly rich son in Huaiyang City actually broke out in a cold sweat.

"Childe, Miss Mo has chased here, ...... you" Qi Heng looked at the embarrassed Zhang Xiuran with a worried face.

The silver fan fanned quickly, blowing gusts of cold wind on a spring night, which calmed down the anxious Zhang Xiuran a little.

Syllable!

The silver fan was closed, Zhang Xiuran's eyes lit up, and he was eager to try:

"Why don't we run?"

Seeing that the son, who was very deep in the city, had lost his sense of proportion, and was even more about to flee in the wilderness, Qi Heng smiled bitterly:

"Childe, if you run again, you will be in the land of the Southern Barbarians."

"And, Ye Qing's side, you don't care?"

Suddenly, Zhang Xiuran's face was full of bitterness, the silver fan tapped his forehead, his left hand pinched his waist and kept pacing, and after a while, he took a deep breath and looked like he was going to die generously.

"If you don't care, won't you be humiliated? Compared with Ye Qing, it is not worth mentioning. ”

Zhang Xiuran, who had made up his mind, took a deep breath, held his head high, and walked towards the main street.

"Let's go!"

But when he raised his foot and was about to step out of the darkness, he quickly retracted it, and his handsome and uninhibited face looked at the beautiful face that was as cold as frost from far and near, and he was afraid again.

Zhang Xiuran turned his head abruptly, and as a result, he bumped into Qi Heng who was closely behind.

Facing the incomprehensible face of the attendant, Zhang Xiuran coughed lightly, walked around Qi Heng and continued to walk in the alley.

"What, it's too noisy on the street, it's good to walk in the alley."

Zhang Xiuran avoided Miss Mo and returned to the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion.

As soon as he entered his long-term private room on the third floor, a man with an unattractive appearance walked out from behind the veil, and solemnly bowed to him with a fist and said:

"Childe, at the time of the second watch, Ye Qing was taken to Huaiyang Prison."

……

Zhengde Fang.

Outside a three-entry house not far from the Huaiyang Mansion.

Chen Yuming, the prefect of Huaiyang, who was busy until the third watch, wore a deep scarlet official uniform and a gold belt around his waist.

He is in the prime of life, dignified, upright, and does not seem to be angry and arrogant.

But at this moment, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he walked towards his home very haggardly.

The door of the house was closed, and the doorman guarding the door saw Chen Yuming returning, hurriedly opened the door, ran over, bowed and said:

"The head of the family, Xie Daru arrived at the beginning of the year, let the prince accompany him to chat in the courtyard, and don't let me wait to go to the mansion to pass the ceremony, so as not to disturb you."

"Oh? The teacher is here! Chen Yuming's face showed joy, diluted his exhaustion, and the next moment he was unhappy: "In the future, tell the government that the teacher must communicate with me when he visits." ”

"Yes, the little one has been noted!" The doorman hurried down in fear.

And Chen Yuming sped up his pace with joy, and at the same time muttered in his mouth:

"I'm really damned, I don't know what to stay up tonight, I made the little old man wait for me for three hours, can he survive his bones?"

"Having said that, the little old man is really, if you want to come over, I won't say anything in advance, I'll go and prepare more wine, I can have a drink with the little old man, and Madame can't say anything."

Annoyance appeared on Chen Yuming's face, so he couldn't help but stop, looked at the doorman who followed behind him, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up, go to Jiuji and buy two jars, no, the good Jinling drunk on the three altars." ”

"Yes!" As soon as the doorman responded, he saw Chen Yuming going straight home, and immediately said anxiously: "Master, what, the little one has no money." ”

Chen Yuming stopped, held his head high and said arrogantly: "Credit!" ”

The doorman, who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, quickly bowed his head and bowed, turned his head and ran.

The Huaiyang prefect, who flicked his deep scarlet official sleeves, continued to walk home, and at the same time whispered arrogantly and disdainfully:

"How can the official touch the yellow and white vulgar things, all the belongings are in the hands of the lady, and ask the official for money? Ridiculous and ridiculous! ”

In the middle of an elegant and clean courtyard.

A meadow, a laurel tree, a wooden couch, a stone bridge, and a stream.

Xie Qian and Chen Yuming's sister-in-law, Chen Chuyue, sat on a wooden couch.

However, at this moment, Xie Qian's scholar held back his laughter and his face turned red.

Without him, Chen Chuyue, who was only seventeen years old, was taught by Xie Qian for three hours, and was asked to be nervous, his righteous and handsome face was so anxious that his face was red, he kept drinking water, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The cold night wind of early spring could hardly kill his heat.

When she saw Chen Yuming walking in, Chen Chuyue quickly got up and greeted him as if she had seen a savior: "Grandpa has worked hard, have you eaten?" Do you need a child to prepare something for you? ”

As she spoke, Chen Chuyue squeezed her eyebrows at Chen Yuming with pleading.

Looking at his son's embarrassed appearance, Chen Yuming smiled dumbly and nodded:

"If you have a heart, go get some food for Grandpa, and prepare some side dishes with wine by the way."

"Yes!"

Chen Chuyue was like being amnestied, her body and mind were happy, and after hurriedly saluting Xie Qian, who was looking behind her, she ran away.

Seeing his teacher, Chen Yuming's face was full of excitement, and he had something to say, but in the end he just bowed to Xie Qian and said:

"The disciple has seen the teacher."

With his withered hands stroking his gray beard, Xie Qian looked at Chen Yuming's tired but energetic appearance, nodded with satisfaction, and waved his left hand: "Sit." ”

At the same time, he commented with a smile: "Chu Yue, this kid is smarter than you, but like when you were young, you can't be calm." ”