Yazhi looked at the plate of melon seed compote in front of her, and didn't say anything to the guy who delivered the food, so she let the guy go. At this time, the girl in yellow walked up to Yazhi's side with a pot of tea and sat down. Seeing that Yazhi didn't move, she hurriedly said, "The dish has been delivered for a long time, why doesn't the son move the chopsticks?"

Yazhi heard the voice and arched his hand at her. "Thank you, girl, I'm waiting for you to come. ”

The girl in yellow gently put down a teacup in front of him and poured him a cup of tea: "You are too polite." She handed the cup to Yazhi and smiled softly: "If I don't come, won't the son have to wait for a long time?"

Yazhi took the cup, the warmth of the tea was transmitted to his fingers through the white-glazed teacup, he looked at the cup of tea in his hand, and said with a smile: "No." In Qiongyu Pavilion, you are the master, and I am the guest. I didn't order this plate of melon seed preserves, I guess the girl ordered it for me. As soon as this dish is served, you will surely come and serve me. ”

The girl in yellow was a little curious about the young man, and then said, "Then the boy is so sure of me? Didn't you think that the guy served the wrong dish?"

"The most common snack when candied melon seeds are often used to entertain guests in my home. Don't you all have a plate at every table here?" Ya Zhi thought to himself, he glanced at the guest tables around him, almost all of them, in fact, he had given a plate when he and Xu Su sat down before, but that plate was eaten by him when Xu Su ordered, and it was removed when it was served.

"Indeed, according to the rules here, every table will be given away. The girl in yellow smiled and said, "Little girl Leng An, don't you know the name of Gongzi? ”

"In Xia Yazhi, when I first arrived here, I still want Miss Leng to take care of me. ”

"Childe, you're so polite. Just call me by name. The girl in yellow looked at Yazhi's side face, and Yazhi's polite words made her feel a little good.

Yazhi's eyes looked at the stage and pretended not to look at her, and he felt Leng An's gaze, which made him feel strange in his heart. At this moment, he really hopes that Xu Su can appear now and take him away. However, things are not as he thinks, Yazhi is well aware of his non-talkative character, and he cannot be compared with a person like Xu Su who is good at communicating. In order to break this embarrassing atmosphere, he thought for a while, and then said: "Miss Leng, you are very special. ”

When Leng An heard this, he was a little surprised: "What did Childe say about this?"

Yazhi looked at the two dancing girls walking in front of her, poured a cup of tea with a teapot, and said, "The girls here are all wearing heavy makeup, but you are the only one wearing light makeup." Such a heavy fat powder in this pavilion is mixed with the smell of wine, but you can still smell the smell of the girl. ”

"Really, what does Childe think I smell?"

"Agarwood. ”

"Childe is right, it is indeed agarwood. This is the incense in my room. ”

When Yazhi heard this, he actually used agarwood as incense. "Girl, you're sick...... Yazhi said abruptly.

"Thank you for your concern, I just go to bed late a lot, and I'm a little restless, it's just a trivial matter. Leng An said softly.

"That's right. I don't think you're like an inferior person, dare to ask you if you have a position in the cabinet?" Yazhi just asked curiously, the girl in yellow in front of her, whether in terms of clothing or conversation, was not an ordinary geisha. If she has a high status in the cabinet, this can help Yazhi.

"If you want to know what position I have, please come here tomorrow. Leng An smiled, and suddenly said a little squeamishly: "As long as you come tomorrow, you will know." ”

Hearing this, Ya Zhi was not disgusted by her tone, but he was thinking in his heart that this girl had left him a suspense, perhaps her usual method. Ya Zhi pondered, looking at De Leng An in front of her looking at herself with her smart peach blossom eyes, presumably she was also looking forward to her answer, maybe this girl could become one of the few connections in Kaifeng.

"Well, the girl must keep her promise. I'll be here tomorrow. Yazhi looked at Leng An with a gentle smile, and Leng An was stunned when he saw his expression. His laughter is really irresistible.

At this time, a melodious piano sounded, and Yazhi's eyes moved away from the girl in yellow, but the girl in yellow was still looking at him, just like Pu Yi looked at him in the prefect's mansion that day. Yazhi saw it in her eyes, but she was thinking about it in her heart. His gaze searched the chamber as if he were looking for something. Suddenly, he saw two people arguing not far away, or because they were close to the corner, they were not being noticed, but the sound reached Yazhi's ears.

"You stinky boy, you don't have the money to come back. Get out!" was a very sharp female voice, and it sounded like it was about to be pierced. After speaking, a young man crawled and fell in front of Yazhi, and he wanted to help the young man when he saw this. At this time, Leng An grabbed his cuffs, Yazhi looked back at Leng An in confusion, only to see Leng An shaking his head at him. Yazhi looked at the person who fell to the ground, he looked like a scholar, skinny as wood. It can be said that Bi Yazhi is even thinner, like a skeleton, and a gust of wind can blow him down.

He sat up, held his right hand, and staggered to his feet, his voice trembling: "Cui Niang...... Please...... I just want to come in and find ...... He Ziyu...... Childe, I'm not here to play...... Ahem......"

The owner of the shrill female voice was standing in front of the scholar. She looked like a woman in her thirties, but she was actually in her thirties. She was dressed in red and white and held a pipe in her hand. Her hair tied up the rest of the hair that had fallen down to her waist. Leaning on the red pillar with his hands on his chest. A pair of somewhat familiar peach blossom eyes, the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping, and they are wearing red eyeshadow. It's another pair of peach blossom eyes, but these eyes have a sense of maturity compared to Leng An. The indifference and resentment that shined through his eyes. She is the proprietress of this Qiongyu Pavilion - Leng Cui, known as "Cui Niang".

"I beg you...... Cui Niang...... My fiancée is missing, I just want to find someone to investigate......" The scholar in white was a little overwhelmed, and reached out and grabbed the chair next to Yazhi, this chair was the one Xu Su was sitting on just now. Yazhi couldn't help but look back. Leng An saw that he seemed to be very interested, so he quickly pulled Yazhi's arm and came to him, and Yazhi saw what she wanted to say and also leaned over.

"Childe, you'd better not act chivalrous here, you'll offend people, that woman is our boss here, we don't dare to offend her. Leng An said softly.

Then Yazhi smiled and nodded at her.

"Didn't you give you a chance, and the money you owe me, when will I be able to pay it back?" Leng Cui felt impatient.

"I'll pay it back...... I...... But my fiancée...... No news yet...... This is the time to use the money, please give me some more time......" The scholar in white was about to cry.

"Let's go, let's go, don't affect the old lady's business, make noise to other guests, and have your good fruit to eat." Leng Cui recruited a few guys, apparently trying to kick this scholar out.

"Cui Niang...... Please...... Don't ......" The scholar in white saw a few guys coming forward, and retreated in fright, he couldn't speak out of breath. In front of the proprietress and struggling to die. A guy grabbed the arm of the scholar in white, the scholar in white hurriedly shook his arm to get away from the guy, and the other guy strode forward to drag him. I saw the white-clothed scholar dodge, and suddenly he lost his center of gravity, and in this chaos, he grabbed the tablecloth somehow, and then he fell heavily to the ground, followed by a table of good dishes crackling on his head with the plate, smashing his eyes.