169 [Please Son's Death]

If you talk about the pastime in Heluo City, it is natural to recommend the Qinglou restaurant in Taipingfang.

The seven floors, nine pavilions and fifteen halls here are all the gentle townships of drunken dreams and dead nights, and the five great Oirans of Jiangnan Yongjia are unique in color and art, and there are also countless human romances here.

When the lights are on, the Xue Ning Pavilion located in the southeast corner of Taiping Fang is full of friends, and the private rooms in the cloister on the second floor are full.

Tonight is a very special day.

The Qing people who are said to have been cultivated for many years in the Xuening Pavilion want to find a guest to enter the curtain, and the old bustard has sent out dozens of bronzing notes in the past two days, inviting the distinguished guests who are usually familiar with each other to come to the door to cheer, and the private room on the second floor is reserved for those powerful children who are superior to others.

This Qing Qi man's name is Yan Qiu, he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is especially good at singing.

Chen Qifu, the second son of the former deputy privy envoy Chen Jingtang, is one of them, and he has spent no less than 1,000 taels of silver on Yan Qiu in the past two years, and he can only talk about the wind and snow, but he can't go further.

This is the rule of the major pavilions in Beijing, and the Qing people must be self-conscious before recruiting benefactors, and the so-called selling is not selling themselves.

On the one hand, Chen Qifu really loves this Yan Qiu, and on the other hand, he doesn't want to use coercive means to make people laugh, so he can only wait patiently.

After receiving the bronzing note from the Xuening Pavilion yesterday, the second son of Chen was overjoyed and rushed here this evening. In addition to being anxious, he mainly wanted to knock on the other people in the arena in advance, so as not to cause a group of people who didn't know the height of the sky to compete with him after Yan Qiu appeared.

Yan Qiu is famous, and there are naturally many people who want to kiss Fangze, and there is no shortage of rich people in Beijing, but in the face of Chen Qifu's straightforward threat, most people can only laugh.

Although Chen Jingtang was dismissed, the Son of Heaven did not punish him again, this privy deputy envoy has been in charge of the military power of the Yan Dynasty for many years, and he has deep connections in the court and the army, how can ordinary people afford to provoke him?

When Chen Qifu saw this situation, he couldn't help but have an arrogant smile on his face.

As he was about to turn around and ascend to the second floor, there was a sudden commotion at the door.

Chen Qifu followed the prestige, and his face was slightly cold with just one glance, and he dispelled the idea of going upstairs.

Four or five people walked into the lobby, the leader was long, wearing a luxurious moon-white robe, his face was like Fu powder, his eyes were like paint, and the standard posture of a noble son of a family.

This person's name is Guo Yijiang, and he is the third son of Guo Yan, the current privy deputy envoy, who is the same age as Chen Qifu, and can be regarded as a level of gentleness.

In the early years, Chen Qifu and Guo Yijiang looked at each other unpleasantly because of their parents' relationship, and even if they met on the street, they were strangers.

A few months ago, the court was shaken, Guo Yijiang's father replaced Chen Qifu's father as the privy deputy, and the relationship between the two families fell to a freezing point in an instant.

Fortunately, it was only a few verbal quarrels, and there were no serious conflicts.

After Guo Yijiang and his fox friends came in, a group of people in the hall hurriedly got up to salute, everyone knew that this Third Young Master Guo's father was a new celebrity in the court, and he was in charge of hundreds of thousands of troops in the Yan Kingdom, how dare he be disrespectful.

Guo Yijiang had a quiet smile on his lips, bowed slightly to everyone, but looked at Chen Qifu who was standing not far away, and said with a smile: "Who should I be, it turns out that Chen Gongzi is also here tonight." ”

The two have had a lot of verbal fights in the past few months, how could Chen Qifu swallow his anger, and immediately sneered at each other: "Guo Sanshao didn't go to fight with the huge son, and it was rare to have time to come to this Xuening Pavilion to hang out." ”

Guo Yijiang's eyes narrowed slightly.

The huge prince in the other party's mouth refers to Pang Shiming, the eldest son of the privy envoy Pang Shigu.

At the beginning, although Chen Jingtang was only a privy deputy envoy, he held the power of the Privy Council because of the old age and decrepit of the privy envoy Liu Cheng and the fact that he ignored military affairs. Today's privy envoy Pang Shi is in the prime of life in ancient times, and he has a deep foundation in the army, Guo Yan can only honestly serve as his deputy, so Guo Yijiang is quite sympathetic to Pang Shiming.

Hearing the other party's sarcasm about himself, Guo Yijiang sneered: "I've been really busy lately, where can I compare to Chen Gongzi's leisurely and leisurely, and I envy the quiet and elegant elegance of your mansion." However, I heard that tonight's Yanqiu girl's combing gift, how could Guo not come to cheer. ”

As these words came out, a person next to him showed the gilded calligraphy of the Xue Ning Pavilion, and said sarcastically: "Chen Gongzi looks angry, could it be that he didn't receive the post?" You said earlier, Young Master Guo is so kind-hearted, he will definitely give you one, so why make everyone unhappy here. ”

The old bustard in the Xuening Pavilion looked like he wanted to cry without tears, and the other distinguished guests didn't dare to say anything, but just obediently watched the play, so as not to become an angry pond fish.

Chen Qifu sneered and said indifferently: "Guo Sanshao take care of your dog's legs, don't talk nonsense here, so as not to be laughed at." ”

Guo Yijiang shook his head with a smile, and then walked to the table in the center of the south side of the high platform, and the guests sitting here were immediately pushed aside.

Chen Qifu originally wanted to go back to the private room on the second floor, but when he saw this, he walked forward with his companion and sat down at the adjacent table.

The old bustard was afraid that these two powerful children would make trouble again, so he hurriedly apologized to them, and then only heard the sound of silk and bamboo, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the movement on the high platform.

At a table in the southwest corner of the lobby, Lu Shen, who seemed to be unremarkable, turned his head slightly, and gave Yin Shangfu a look at Yin Shangfu next to him, who bowed his head in understanding.

The music stopped suddenly, Lu Shen raised his eyes, and saw a thin figure appear on the stage, like a weak willow supporting the wind, with its own natural cowardly charm.

She was wearing a light-colored emerald cigarette shirt, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, water mist and green grass, three thousand green silk rolled up a loose cloud bun, wearing a light purple tie at will, and a simple but good step was obliquely inserted, with a little cinnabar in the center of her eyebrows, and her posture was graceful.

With half a crow forehead, waist branches like willows, sideburns like clouds, and a light sweep of her eyebrows, when she turned slightly, the skirt crossed a beautiful arc in the air, and fell down gracefully.

Just like the cold artistic conception implied by her name, as soon as she appeared, the lobby was silent.

Chen Qifu looked at her steadily, and the eagerness in his eyes couldn't be concealed at all.

The old bustard said a lot of flattering auspicious words to the audience, until Chen Qifu showed an impatient look, she hurriedly stepped aside, and said with anticipation: "Distinguished guests, but according to your heart, the highest bidder can comb for Miss Yan Qiu." ”

"One thousand taels."

Chen Qifu spoke without hesitation, he didn't look at Guo Yijiang on the table next to him at all, and his eyes only stayed on the face of the beauty on the stage.

Yan Qiu's affectionate eyes looked at him, and she was cowardly short.

In fact, there are many people who want to hug the beauty tonight, but Chen Qifu has already said hello before, and jumping out to fight with him at this time is undoubtedly a slap in the face in public, not to mention that one thousand taels is not a small amount, and if you raise it up, you will inevitably be regarded as a big wrong.

Chen Qifu's face is full of ambition.

At this moment, a voice that disgusted him sounded next to him: "One thousand one hundred taels." ”

Others didn't dare to fight with Chen Qifu, but Guo Yijiang didn't care, after all, his father was now the privy deputy envoy, not to mention that he came to the Xuening Pavilion tonight because he was instigated by others, to trample on the face of Chen Qifu and even the Chen family on the soles of his feet, and completely dissipate the influence of the Chen family in Beijing.

Chen Qifu held back his anger and said coldly: "One thousand five hundred taels." ”

Guo Yijiang said leisurely: "One thousand six hundred taels." ”

Chen Qifu turned his head to look, Guo Yijiang had a mocking smile on his face, and said angrily: "The surname Guo, are you happy to find it tonight?" ”

"This is strange, you Chen Gongzi are allowed to oppress people with power, and Guo is not allowed to smash people with silver? If you are shy in your pocket, you can leave obediently, why bother to slap a swollen face and become fat in front of a beauty? ”

Guo Yijiang shrugged his shoulders and said to the people next to him: "Some people can't even take out a few thousand taels of silver, but they think that they can run rampant in Beijing, and they still think that they are still the noble sons of the Privy Council's mansion." ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Chen Qifu gritted his teeth and glared, his hands were already clenched, and he said word for word: "Three thousand taels!" ”

Most of the people in the hall gasped in unison, and the old bustard on the stage almost fainted.

The Xue Ning Pavilion is not considered the first class in Beijing, even in those top Qinglou Flower Workshops, the Qing people are not worth so much silver, unless it is an Oiran who is held up to the clouds, but the Oiran will not be easily combed. The reason why they are expensive, even if they chat and taste tea, they have to charge dozens of taels of silver, is because of the word "Qing".

The price shouted by Chen Qifu can be described as extremely rare.

Guo Yijiang was still indifferent, and said lightly: "Three thousand one hundred taels." ”

It seems that no matter how much Chen Qifu bids, he will overpower it tonight.

The Chen and Guo families did not deal with each other, Guo Yan replaced Chen Jingtang as the privy deputy envoy, which made Chen Qifu even more jealous, and the conflict in the past few months had accumulated too much anger, which was instantly ignited at this moment, and he said in a cold voice: "Guo Yijiang, do you intend to oppose me?" ”

Guo Yijiang tasted the tea unhurriedly, and said with a smile: "Could it be that you only see it now?" ”

"Chen Gongzi."

The beauty on the stage suddenly opened her mouth and said sadly: "Son, please calm your anger, the concubine can't afford the love of the son." If there is a conflict between the son and others because of the death of the concubine, the concubine will die and cannot be redeemed. ”

Yan Qiu didn't speak, but after she said this, Chen Qifu suddenly got up, and so did several companions next to her.

Guo Yijiang glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Why is Chen Gongzi so uncomposed? When I admired Miss Yan Qiu for a long time, what if you cut your love? Aren't you for yourself, but for Lingzun? Oh, I remember, Ling Zun has often been in and out of the land of Fengyue recently, presumably Chen Gongzi is looking for a beauty for Ling Zun? Hahaha-"

"Look for death!"

Chen Qifu grabbed the teapot on the table and threw it over there, and then swung his fist up.

Guo Yijiang had actually been guarding against him for a long time, quickly leaned back to avoid the teapot, and then stood up to meet the opponent's fist.

The long-term entourage, companion and fox friend of the two immediately fought together.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, Yan Qiu's soft and glutinous voice came into Chen Qifu's ears: "Childe, Childe, stop, don't hurt yourself......"

Where can Chen Qifu still listen, his eyes are red and Guo Yijiang is fighting together, and the others are also entangled in one place and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

The old bustard looked at this scene dumbfounded, she never imagined that it would evolve into the current situation, but it is not uncommon for Jingzhong to beat each other down.

For a moment, tables, chairs and benches flew sideways, and the other guests took refuge, and no one noticed that the table in the corner was empty.

At the moment when Chen Qifu made his move, Lu Shen had already gotten up and left.

The people in the lobby turned on their backs, the two sides were dizzy, and the teapots and guys in the Xuening Pavilion tried their best to stop them, but they couldn't stop these delicate and powerful children.

No one noticed that one of the guys took advantage of the chaos and quietly approached Guo Yijiang and Chen Qifu, who were scuffling together.

After a while, someone suddenly shouted: "Chen Gongzi! ”

The chaotic scene seemed to suddenly stand still, and everyone looked at Chen Qifu in disbelief.

Yan Qiu's hands on the stage trembled slightly.

Chen Qifu lowered his head with difficulty, only to see a large pool of blood on his chest.

He looked ahead again, and Guo Yijiang stood in a daze, holding a blood-dripping short blade in his hand.

There was a dead silence.

Chen Qifu's body shook, raised his hand to Guo Yijiang, and then fell backwards on his back, and the frightened and high-pitched cry of the old bustard was heard in his ears.

"Murder!"

(End of chapter)