Anyang Town is very lively, and there are many sayings about Anyang City in the capital, and the most unified is "prostitutes." There are many beautiful women, and the actors are more proud. ”

Zi'an had just settled down, and Anyang's Yanei came and brought two actors.

One came with makeup and costumes, and the other looked up slightly, entangled with the disdain at the corners of his drooping eyes and his mouth. Yanai glared at the two of them dissatisfied, or because Yanai was very old and slumped, so the front half of the official uniform was spread out on the ground, and the slightly bowed body was still a little trembling when he looked closely.

"Alright, I am no longer a Highness since I got here. If you make this gesture, you're tormenting me. Zi'an helped him up.

That Yanai seemed to be even more excited, raised his head, the flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly, and his eyes were already red; "Why do you bother! Taifu Chuanshu told me the ins and outs of the matter, and asked me to pass on the message to you. He says he doesn't blame you, but he doesn't approve of your childish behavior. ”

Zi'an's movements froze, and he lowered his eyes and sighed.

The man continued, "Both the minister and the Taifu are bent on helping you practice the Zuo, and in our hearts you are our child. Although this kind of behavior is child's play, if you choose, we will also be up to you

Luo Ying's side I also persuaded a little, although he is the crown prince and the prince, but the emperor's favorite among the many dragons is you, and he is a little angry at the moment. When the anger is gone, I will definitely come to see you. ”

"Isn't he angry with me? Grandpa An, aren't you angry with me either? If it weren't for me, you would be your Shangshu in the capital, and you wouldn't have to come here to be the official office. Zi'an said and helped An Ning to the side and sat down.

An Ning patted his hand to signal his reassurance, "Luo Ying is not frank, if he is angry, he will not send me a message to let me take good care of you." I don't want to get involved in that mess in the capital for a long time, and if I hadn't worried about you, I would have been disarmed and returned to the field.

I'm glad to have come to this place at this time!"

Hearing this, Zi'an smiled: "Grandpa An, you don't have to make a big salute when you see me again in the future! I don't have any identity in the future, so I'll call you grandpa!"

"An Ning doesn't dare to be big!You're the heir of a dragon!" the old man was anxious and hurriedly waved his hand.

Zi'an was relieved, "It's okay. ”

The old man just wanted to prevaricate, but Zi'an looked at him and said, "Grandpa, Zi'an is penniless now." At this moment, it seems that you are taking advantage of your grandfather, but in fact, I am ingratiating!"

Now An Ning couldn't say anything more, so he had to nod.

The servants on the side waited for a long time, and their faces were also dyed with anger, and the servants in Anyang never had power in their eyes, and they acted willfully to the extreme, and they did things according to their preferences. At this moment, seeing that the two of them were talking very happily, they had already left the two of them behind, and they couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

"Childe!" The servant with his face turned up saw that he had both finished speaking before interjecting, "In Xiachun Garden-Azi, if Childe, if the adults are fine, I will go back first." It's a bit boring to wait in the air here. ”

"I heard it early, how proud Anyang is to see it today, it's really an eye-opener. Zi'an applauded and said with a smile.

"I'm not here to listen to you joke about me. The actor in the costume said, and the anger between the words became even more choking.

"Grandpa!" Zi'an shouted, "What are you calling this man here for?"

"Didn't you want to set up a stage for you—you to catch the wind, but you have told me not to do it with great fanfare, so I called two servants to come to the house and sing for you. ”

"So?" Zi'an raised his eyebrows, "Let the two of them step aside!" Grandpa—help me find someone." ”

An Ning waved for the two to stand back, and then asked, "Who?"

"Anyang Fangjia - Pingcheng!"

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Zi'an threw his teacup out, slammed it on the door frame, and then shattered. The little guy who came to report the news said all the words in a complete sentence, and his whole body trembled.

Si Qing walked over from behind and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Mo Qi, ask clearly first, maybe this little guy is wrong!"

"Do you really see that the son of the Fang family went to the wine shop with a prostitute in his arms?" Zi'an's forehead was bruised, but he still pretended to chuckle calmly.

"Yes!"

"Prostitute, that person actually likes prostitutes?" Zi'an turned his head to see this Si Qing's scarlet eyes, his eyebrows were melancholy, and his face was hideous like a demon.

Si Qing patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "You lost your temper!"

"I-" Zi'an took a deep breath and tried to suppress his tumbling thoughts, "What do you say is going on, why!

Si Qing's face was bitter, his lips opened and closed several times and he couldn't say anything, his eyes swirled in the circles of his eyes many times, and finally he choked up for a long time before saying, "Your Highness, do you remember what you said about the cup back then? ”

"What?" Zi'an looked at Si Qing blankly, his former cleverness had become a thing of the past, "Si Qing, I don't understand." The weak and soft milk voice had a bit of a bewildering meaning, like an invisible hand enveloping Si Qing's heart.

The heartbeat may be such a momentary thing, and when he noticed this, Si Qing's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. The words that were originally realistic and poked at the lips became an indescribable, piggybacking on a little warm witticism.

"My Royal Highness is so lovely, warm and clever, how can that person not like it! Such a gentleman who does not know how to make progress must look at you like a fairy in the sky, or he doesn't know how to deal with you, so he went to find that woman to study!"

Zi'an nodded, his eyes red and he sat on the chair with indescribable tiredness; "Tall Love Sage, can you teach me two tricks!"

"Two moves?" Si Qing stretched out two fingers and shook them, the frivolous and gentle playfulness just now had not faded, and even the words were a little playful, "Look at His Highness's appearance, I'm afraid it won't work with just two moves!"

"Then let's make two more moves! I'm still afraid that he won't be able to run away with such a good look?" Zi'an, who was a little more relaxed, also made a joke, but the joke was not so ridiculous.

But Si Qing smiled, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and he leaned back and fell back in laughter.

Then he leaned over and whispered a few words in Zi'an's ear, and Zi'an kept nodding.

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This day's dream leaps away, and people compete for the first night of a girl named Thirteen Niang.

Zi'an sat in an upper room on the second floor and looked with interest at the thirteen mothers who were sitting quietly in the center of the round platform and stroking the piano, and his heart was sour.

"Si Qing, what's so good about this girl below, worthy of Pingcheng's liking?" Zi'an said with a sour taste and rushed straight into Si Qing's nose in a daze.

Si Qing pinched his nose and said, "Your sour breath has drifted into my nose, and it is sour." ”

Zi'an didn't pay attention to him, stared at the opposite side room with a pair of eyes stunned, and when he shouted the offer on the opposite side, he immediately stretched out a finger.

The little guy just shouted, "Four hundred and one taels!"

Zi'an turned his face and raised his eyebrows proudly at Si Qing.

Si Qing's good-looking handsome face had already turned scarlet, and his face that was smiling at the moment had turned purple.

Si Qing told Zi'an before that if you want to hug a beauty, especially a man, it is very important to show your strength, but you can't show your strength too much stronger than the other party, otherwise the other party will be inferior.

Of course, it is also very important to brush the sense of presence in front of the other party-

The ghost knows what Zi'an's mind contains? Actually, he did such a thing! Bidding with the other party and only adding one or two taels of silver each time-without looking, Si Qing could guess that the face of the little boy opposite must be extremely beautiful.

With a "Duang", the door was kicked open from the outside.

"Who?" Pingcheng's angry voice came from outside, "Who the is making trouble with Ye!"

"I, Ying'er!" Zi'an smiled when he saw him and said to the other party.

Pingcheng looked at the feminine man in front of him wearing a dark brocade robe, and his face was dyed navy blue.

"Why are you here!" Heijo Tetsu blushed and squeezed the words out of his teeth.

Rouge on the side saw Pingcheng's expression, and the smile on his face was a little more real.

Rouge sighed secretly in his heart, "I didn't expect such an unforgiving little boy to leak such an expression one day!"

At this moment, Rouge was climbing on Pingcheng with both hands, Zi'an looked at her actions, and her good-looking eyebrows frowned tightly and squeezed out a Sichuan character in the center of her eyebrows.

"If you bitch don't come down again, don't blame me for being ruthless. Zi'an said with his right hand erected, and Si Qing's right hand was placed on the sword. For a while, the air was filled with a sense of slaughter, and Rouge was not afraid when he saw this, he got down from Pingcheng with a smile and bowed slightly.

"You girl--it's not easy-" Zi'an praised Rouge in a weird way, and Rouge smiled: "It's not as good as an adult!

"Zi'an!" Pingcheng only spoke at this time, he shook his head slightly as he said it, and his face hung as if he was telling her to get out again.

Rouge blesses the body and leaves quickly.

"What are you doing here?" Pingcheng looked dish, glanced at Menggu who was playing the piano below, pretending to be obsessed, and his voice seemed to be full of sweetness, "What? I like this girl too! I can tell you! Don't fight with me, that girl is funny with the one who just left." I'm going to do it—" Heijo said with his eyebrows raised twice as he was happy.

Zi'an looked at Pingcheng's appearance, his eyes were full of sadness, his voice was three points lower, his lips moved a few times, and he said the word "I", and then sighed.

"What am I? Zi'an! You won't say you like me again!" Pingcheng looked at him and smiled, but the sarcasm in his eyes couldn't be erased, "How can you say that you like it?" But you made me uncomfortable when I met in the capital, and now you are still chasing me to Anyang City? Are you the stupid girl who plays the piano downstairs? There are three thousand beautiful women in the world, you like that bad, and you prefer men. It's disgusting, I'm going to throw up if you stay away from me-"

"Zheng" Si Qing's sword rested on Pingcheng's neck, and his eyes pierced Pingcheng like a knife, and Pingcheng was in pain; "What kind of identity is my young master, how can you be slandered! If you say more, I will definitely twist your tongue off and feed it to the dog!"

"Stop, stop, don't use the knife if you have something to say!" The cold sweat on Pingcheng's forehead had already soaked layer after layer, and his voice trembled: "Talking is talking, it's not good to see blood!"

"Hmph!" Si Qing snorted coldly, the long sword in his hand moved forward a few more points, and Pingcheng felt a chill spread from his neck to the back of his head, "My mother, maybe I have already seen blood!" he wailed in his heart.

"That's enough!" Zi'an shouted at Si Qing, and then said angrily at Pingcheng: "Ying'er, maybe it's because I went too far with my jokes, so I'm a little angry. If you like that girl, go find her!

The last three words were said to Si Qing, and the voice was deep and pressed on Si Qing's heart like a scale, almost making him breathless.

"Yes, young master!" The long sword was sheathed, Si Qing dragged his heavy steps towards Zi'an, Pingcheng glared at Zi'an, and then was frightened by Si Qing's eyes.

Looking at Pingcheng's back, Zi'an sighed heavily.

"Azusa, am I wrong?" Zi'an spread out on the chair and covered his face with his hand so that people couldn't see his expression clearly.

Si Qing clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand tightly and sneered, "Fool! ”

"Bah, shut up for you, or tear your mouth!" Zi'an said, the frustration in those words had faded, wrapped in a trace of anger.

"You don't know how many times you've said this, don't just talk about it if it's a man, I'm waiting for you!" Si Qing's hand holding the sword loosened by half a minute, and a pair of eyes slashed his face with the gentleness of a tired dead man.

Zi'an is angry.