"Little Bear" is not small, and he is fifty younger this year.

He is an orphan, he has no name, he has been tossing and turning among groups of beggars since he can remember, he will go wherever there is a stutter, whoever can tolerate him will follow the water, the big beggar shouts that he is "hi" and "hey", no one named him, he doesn't care about himself, he doesn't even know his age, he only makes up a rough picture of the head, and the error is about two years before and after.

When he was eight or ten years old, he came to Quanzhou City with this group of people, and was broken up by local hooligans just after squatting in Beicheng for a long time before it opened.

A few days of water and rice did not enter, hungry crazy he disregarded his life, took advantage of the night to touch into a splendid mansion to steal some food from the kitchen, pity his little one, hungry and weak even the wall almost did not climb over, and had no experience in being a thief, just thinking about finding a home that looks rich did not think about why this family is still brightly lit in the middle of the night, perhaps because the light is enough to make it convenient, in short, as soon as he landed on the ground and did not get up, he was beaten by a sack for most of his body.

He thought he was dead, but the leader of the men who beat him saw that he was pitiful and spared his life, and gave him another night of white food, and finally pleaded with the owner to leave him in the courtyard.

Later, he learned that the plate he picked was called Zuijin Building, not an ordinary resident, but a green building, and he suddenly realized.

No wonder it's so bright in the middle of the night!

Every time he looks back on this past, he is extremely embarrassed, and extremely happy, if he hadn't accidentally crashed into the drunken brocade building, his bones would have been fattened up long ago.

Since then, he has his own name - Xiong San, because the benefactor who beat him and helped him likes to point at him and laugh and scold, "Look at your bear-like".

As for why it's not Xiong Da or Xiong Er, he doesn't know, he feels that it may be that the benefactor is called "San'er", anyway, he likes his name very much.

For decades, he has been diligent and loyal with great gratitude, and under the care of his benefactor, his diligence and loyalty have also been duly rewarded, from the firewood house handyman to the small turtle slave to the big teapot and now the third-class steward, although the reputation of the cheap line is not good, but in Quanzhou City, he "Xiong Sanye" still has a small name.

After becoming a steward, there are not many people in the drunken brocade building who dare to call him "Xiong San", and he is chong for his age and seniority, and he has to be called "Xiong Sanye" when he sees him.

The same goes for the guests, although the drunken brocade building is a green building, but the fame and background are there, he has changed from a big teapot to the head of the big teapots, and the guests who originally regarded him as an ant have a much better attitude, and some poor scholars who have asked him for it even salute him in private "Mr. Xiong", only those big nobles and individual familiar customers who cover the sky with one hand still shout a "little bear" and "three children".

Hey, the little beggar who doesn't know a single word can now wander among the powerful, and has become the "sir" in the mouth of talented people full of poetry and books, don't you think it's ridiculous?

Xiong San feels like he's dreaming every time he thinks about it, and tonight too.

Seeing a group of dignitaries and dignitaries lying on the iron fence and flattering themselves with faces, some anxious people even took out a silver ticket of fifty taels and stretched out their hands from the interval and waved them desperately, looking at him in the hope that he could accept it, holding the shelf and maintaining a polite smile, he felt indescribably strange in his heart, only felt absurd and satisfied, and felt that his life was not in vain.

I guess it's rare for His Majesty the Emperor to see such a scene, right?

Xiong San thought about it, and he didn't hear someone calling him, his voice was very young, and he called himself "Little Bear" very rudely, and he was immersed in the clouds and suddenly frowned.

Which family's child is this, so rude, don't you know how to set it?

However, the sound seems familiar...

The eyelids rolled and the cold eyes slanted, and the eyes were a smiling young man, with thin eyebrows, starry eyes, red lips and bright teeth, white and tender skin, as if he could drip water, even more delicate than a woman, a beautiful young man!

Xiong San secretly screamed in his heart, he has been mixed in the rouge pile for decades, he has seen a lot of beautiful women, and it is the first time he has seen such a beautiful man.

It's just, why does this person look so familiar?

The more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes...

And that breath...

Feng Zhiping saw that Xiong San didn't react, and dared to squint at himself, but he was reluctant, so he pulled down his face and slapped the fence: "Old bastard, what about pretending to be blind with your grandfather?"

Familiar face, familiar voice, familiar style, only taller...

A figure jumped into his mind, quickly overlapping with the young man in front of him, Xiong San's eyes suddenly widened, and the whole person was still for a moment and then jumped three times like an electric shock.

"Oh mom, it's really blind to the villain's dog eyes, it's not three..."

"Three, three, hurry up and open the door!" Feng Zhiping slapped the door and interrupted, his eyes flashing.

Xiong San is the human spirit among the human spirits, and he instantly thought of many things, and he would stop his mouth and pile up a full smirk and personally stepped forward to open the door: "Ye Mo is strange, the sky is too dark, the lights are too dark, the villain is old and blind, I didn't recognize it for a while, fast forward, fast forward!"

The guards guarding the door were stupid, and they didn't react until Xiong San opened the door, and they rushed forward to take over, but Xiong San glared back, and could only laugh aside.

Xiong San turned his head and nodded with a smile: "Hey, you said that this is a trouble, master, don't be angry, if you want to be angry, you will beat the villain twice, and you are willing to beat the villain to death!"

"Pull it down, you old arm and old leg, grandpa, I can't swallow on the spot with a fist? You better keep your life and live a few more years, and give me a few more years as a grandson." Feng Zhiping pursed his lips in disgust, looked back and saw that Niu Chunhan was still in the crowd, glared and shouted, "What's the ink, hurry up, don't taste it!"

As soon as Niu Chunhan heard this, he didn't hide it, and with a slight spit of internal force, the people around him instantly took three steps back, fell crookedly, and shouted and scolded one after another.

Niu Chunhan took the opportunity to walk to the door, and was about to enter the door, when he heard someone scolding and frowned, he turned around and swept around coldly, and the crowd was instantly quiet, and his face turned pale.

For some reason, their eyes were so scary, more terrifying than ghosts.

Xiong San looked at his eyes, and when Niu Chunhan came in, he commanded his subordinates to reseal the door, turned his head and bowed and asked, "Master, this master is your friend?"

Feng Zhiping didn't speak, Niu Chunhan said first: "My surname is Niu, and I am the master's guard." ”

Xiong San was about to give it up, but he heard Feng Zhiping add with a smile: "Close servant, just like Wu Dong, it just so happens that you know each other, he may come often in the future, don't neglect him, the most important thing is confidentiality, his wife is very 'hurting'." ”

Niu Chunhan was embarrassed, and was about to argue, Xiong San had already shown a clear smile, and arched his hand seriously and ambiguously: "Don't worry, Master Niu, we have the strictest rules in the drunken Jinlou, and I promise not to let you bother!"

Niu Chunhan wanted to vomit blood, but he glanced at Feng Zhiping, who was smiling evilly, and said with a slight bow: "I'm tired." ”

Xiong San smiled and waved his hand: "Don't dare, you are a distinguished guest, the little grandfather spoke again, the villain must be dedicated." "There is no mistake

Niu Chunhan wondered, the young master and this turtle duke called "old grandson" and "little grandpa", what kind of messy name is this, but seeing that Feng Zhiping didn't explain what he meant, he temporarily pressed it and asked again when he had time.

Xiong San ordered his subordinates to guard the door, and personally led the way, half a step behind Feng Zhiping and bowed his waist and led all the way: "Master, you came suddenly, we are not prepared, the villain has already been arranged, please sit in the vestibule first." ”

"There's no hurry. Feng Zhiping walked in familiarly and asked casually, "I heard that there is an opera troupe in the city, and the gong will start tonight?"

"Replying to you, there is such a thing, I heard that it is from the Empty Xuan Kingdom, or there are so many people. But they're not a troupe, they say they're a song and dance troupe, and they're all the same anyway, and I don't know why they pay so much attention to their own names, but their songs do have some doorways. Yesterday's rehearsal villain listened to it from afar, and almost lost his soul!"

Speaking of this, Xiong San looked left and right, and mysteriously approached half a step: "Master, it's not a small fool, the little one really thinks that they are not people, they are monsters!

Feng Zhiping turned his head and glanced at Niu Chunhan, turned his head and smiled: "Don't lose your soul just because other girls are beautiful, right?"

"It's really not!" Xiong San shook his head solemnly, and said with a complicated expression, "The girls in their class are indeed good-looking, but if you want to say good, our Red Sleeves, Qiao'er, Ruoyue, and Chuchu girls are not necessarily inferior to them." The villain is not talking about Rongzi, just talking about their piano music, take the paragraph of "Little Hanjiang" as an example, the same tune, the same tune, the words are what we usually listen to, they don't move, but they play it differently, it makes people, people, make people feel in their hearts... Alas, the villain is stupid and can't say it clearly!"

"So evil?" Feng Zhiping replied casually, his interest was not strong, but a lot lighter.

There were doubts before, but now that Xiong San said this, he was basically sure that those people were not ordinary musicians, but were very likely to be martial artists who were proficient in illusions, and they were fascinated by the hallucination of the sound of the piano.

If it's a simple performance, it can attract so many people to be sought after, it's really powerful, and it's worth taking a look, but if you add illusion, it will fall into place, it can be said to be cheating, not worth mentioning.

Xiong San didn't hear that Feng Zhiping's tone was wrong, and he was still trying his best to praise it, and unconsciously came to the front hall door, Feng Zhiping stopped, he took two more steps before he realized that something was wrong, and quickly retreated.

"Look at me, real people are so confused that they are fascinated by themselves, don't be angry. ”

Feng Zhiping smiled slightly, and then asked, "Has my father arrived?"

Xiong San nodded: "It's here, Master Hou arrived early in the morning, and he also took a son-in-law with a face and placed him in Chunfeng Pavilion." ”

Feng Zhiping secretly gritted his teeth, holding back his expression unchanged.

Don't think about it, the "son" must be the mother's mother, Chunfeng Pavilion is the best location to watch the stage, the environment is elegant and thoughtful, usually semi-chartered, the buyer is him and his old man, easy not to receive other guests, now the old man is one step ahead, and with his mother, he wants to clear the scene.

"Where's Xia Shao?"

The location of Xia Shao Pavilion is also good, only slightly inferior to Chunfeng Pavilion.

Xiong San smiled bitterly: "Xia Shao also has someone, Lord Kang invited Master Li, and a few adults to accompany him, it's not convenient..."

Looking at Feng Zhiping's face, Xiong San simply said in one breath: "Qiu Ling Pavilion is Lord Feng's family, that is, the same acquaintance who has an in-law with the king of the county, Donghua Pavilion is the royal family of Luzhou, but it is borrowed from the name of the old marquis of Qin, Mrs. Qin with her children, and also invited many celebrities and ladies from all over the world, it is said that she followed the song and dance troupe all the way, I heard that she also sent an invitation to your mother, Mrs. Sheng, but Mrs. Sheng didn't seem to respond." ”

Feng Zhiping smiled secretly, and his mother should think about it, but the old man didn't let her, afraid that she would ask about anything and that she would be bullied by someone who didn't have a long eye, so he personally went out to take his daughter-in-law to prostitute herself.

Oh no, it's a ticket show!

"Other..."

"The same goes for the rest. Xiong San took the initiative to take over the conversation and told all the boxes with good locations, the identities of the characters in it were like a few treasures, it was said that these were not things that should not be said, but he really didn't have the courage to hide it from Feng Zhiping, and he also had a mind to make Feng Zhiping retreat.

Feng Zhiping understood him, but he was still a little angry, and asked with squinted eyes: "Let's just say it, do you want to arrange me there, hall?"

"The hall is also full, plus no..."

Xiong San saw that Feng Zhiping's eyes were wrong, and quickly stopped his mouth, smiling bitterly and repeatedly: "Master, you are sitting now, I have already notified the owner, you can rest assured, even if the owner is willing, I will not let you sit in the hall, the owner will definitely satisfy you." ”

"Okay. ”

Feng Zhiping was noncommittal, walked into the private room in the front hall with his hands behind his back and sat down, and saw Niu Chunhan standing at the door with a loyal look, and pointed to the side with a beautiful white look.

"Don't put it there and pretend to be a loyal servant, and you're not afraid of being exposed. It's a pleasure to bring you here today, come and sit, drink tea!"

Niu Chunhan glanced at Feng Zhiping helplessly, and walked to Feng Zhiping to sit down.

Xiong San smiled and instructed the maids to serve refreshments and fruit plates, and quietly glanced at Niu Chunhan more, and the urgency in his heart was raised a little more.

After a while, a little maid hurriedly ran to the door, stopped and blessed, and said in a slightly panting voice: "Childe, the owner ordered the slave maid to take you to the Drunken Jin Pavilion." ”

Feng Zhiping didn't react, he was thinking about what kind of place the Drunken Jin Pavilion was, he hadn't heard of it before.

Niu Chunhan didn't react, he entered the Jinlou for the first time today, and he had no concept at all.

Only Xiong San gasped, his eyes were full of shock and astonishment, and he stumbled for a long time: "Drunk, drunk Jinge?"

The little maid was also full of disbelief, but she had a buffer in her heart all the way, and nodded vigorously when she heard the words: "Yes, Mother Zhao personally passed the word!" Mother Zhao said that the owner guessed that the son might come, and he had already instructed that if the son came without a proper seat to receive him, he would lend the drunken Jin Pavilion to the son. Now the drunken Jin Pavilion is ready, just waiting for the prince to enjoy it!"

Xiong San swallowed his saliva and nodded subconsciously.

Feng Zhiping wondered: "Little Bear, where is the Drunken Jin Pavilion, why haven't you heard of it?"

Xiong San turned around, and said with a somewhat pious and admiring expression: "Master, the Drunken Jin Pavilion is directly above the Chunfeng Pavilion, and I heard that the entire floor is there." ”

"I heard?"

"Well, I heard. Xiong San smiled bitterly, "I don't know, the drunken Jin Pavilion is the owner's own house, not open to the public, only Zhao's mother, Liu's mother, and Hua's mother can enter on weekdays, and the others are not allowed to step into half a step without the permission of the owner, even the maid who sprinkles and sweeps is the same." The total number of people who have entered the Drunken Jin Pavilion in the Drunken Jin Building is less than twenty, and the villain is just a low-level manager, let alone that blessing. ”

"Interesting. Feng Zhiping knocked on the coffee table and looked at the maid playfully, "You said that your host guessed that I was coming, and your host knows me? Oh, by the way, you shouldn't ask that, I should say that I know your host? What is his name?"