Baihua Street, where Chunfeng Deyi Building is located, is the most luxurious place in Xin'an County, where literati and elegant guests can easily gather. After passing Sunyue Hutong, people's voices are getting louder, cars and horses are scattered, restaurants and wine houses are row upon row, compared to their shabby In the west of the city that makes people cry, this is the real place of wealth.
On the whole street, the Chunfeng Deyi Building is the most magnificent, with a large golden and red plaque hanging above the head, on which are carved the four characters "Chunfeng Deyi" according to the handwriting of the former number one scholar, and painted with bright lacquer.
Several servants greeted the guests in front of the door, and one of them came over with a smile when he saw Yu Jinnian and the two of them.
These waiters have always been waiting for the dishes. Recently, Yu Jinnian has offended the young master's family. Normally, the young master's family should have asked someone to beat him out, but these days they are just arguing and not giving any orders. The posts were sent out as usual—the young boy thought, it seems that this little boss Yu is quite favored by the young boss, and he opened his mouth flatteringly: "I don't think Boss Yu is coming anymore, you hurry up, there will be an hour earlier." It's getting lively, there's a new Guhua tea, it's very fragrant, here's a pot for you!"
Guhua tea is a kind of Pu'er tea. Sishui tea is the Sishui tea that has passed the rainy season in Yunnan, when the dry valleys are all over the mountains and the ground is covered with gold, reflecting the clear and refreshing sunshine. The tip of the tender tea is lightly pebbled. Pick it up with plain hands, and the soup will fill up the cup. Compared with the first tea in spring, the taste is a little lighter, but the aroma is pure and elegant, neither strong nor sick, slowly like the breeze blowing from the empty valley.
In the Chunfeng Deyi building, Lingling silk bamboo is played, but only the sound is heard, but the person is not seen. It is hidden behind a six-season flower-and-bird screen, each of which is a delicate little actress, holding Ruan, Yue and Pipa on her lap. , Qingqing Yinyin to sing.
Today's decoration is also quite different from the previous few days. If Chunfeng Deyilou was the most ostentatious and secular restaurant in the past, today's Chunfengdeyilou is the most elegant and elegant teahouse. There are high tables and couches in the hall , are distinguished to show their identities. Those with a little head and face are all sitting on the couch by the window on the second floor, clustered with a few short people, leaning on the street to enjoy the scenery, holding tea and reciting poems, and the rest of the identities are not so important. The sour and bitter literati who came to collect their heads gathered around the high table downstairs in twos and threes, expressing their frustration and depression.
As soon as the two of them entered the door, several eyes fixed on them, not Yu Jinnian, but Ji Hong who was following behind him.
The circle of literati is small, and they are all self-proclaimed masters, holding a face unwilling to curry favor with the powerful, but with a heart of wanton gossip-Xin'an County has never produced a character like Ji Hong, not in any of their circles Here, no matter how talented this person is, just the charm of the whole body has overwhelmed the demeanor of the whole building.
But after searching around, no one knew who Ji Hong was.
Seeing that Ji Hong couldn't figure out anything, he turned to look at the seemingly insignificant Yu Jinnian next to him.
Someone recognized him: "Isn't that the little doctor hired by the Yang family earlier?"
Xu Shi was by Ji Hong's side, and even Yu Jinnian was tainted with a little extravagance. After a few glances, others laughed and said, "Hey, isn't it? He really has the aura of a genius doctor, like a fairy on the head. Come down little boy."
Yu Jinnian held his head up and waved away the plain fan that Ji Hong had written to him, and they were drinking tea and laughing at each other again: "The one next to him is a real fairy."
"..." It really is a standard ending. Compared with Ji Hong, he is just a boy of good fortune under his seat. The fairy spirit that he could see just now was leaked by Ji Hong and given to him.
The young man led them to a corner of the upstairs, which was also covered by a plain gauze screen, which made the two sides of the screen indistinct, and he could still see the pink skirts of the little actresses plucking the strings. The table is short and square, with two idle books stacked on top of each other, a set of lotus-colored snowflake glazed teacups, a bamboo leaf incense stick, and a plain table cover hanging on the sides. tassel.
Seeing that he was short, Yu Jinnian's head suddenly ached. He looked enviously at the people on the high table, and when he regained consciousness, Ji Hong had already "sat" upright, and his shoes were neatly slipped on the short steps. In other words, this should not be called "sitting", but should be called "kneeling"—knees pressed under the legs, buttocks touching the heels, the front and back of the clothes are laid neatly and smoothly, the chest and back are straight, proud but not arrogant, making Ji Hong It looks like a newly planted small green pine.
The boy found such a place for them, perhaps with the intention of flattering them, but Yu Jinnian couldn't bear the filial piety, sat with his legs pressed down for a while, and felt extremely uncomfortable and twisted like A tangle of flowers.
Ji Hong glanced at him: "Is there a worm on your waist?"
Where did Yu Jinnian suffer from such a crime, let him sit on his knees like this, it would be better to ask him to wash the dishes in the back kitchen, so when he heard Ji Hong laughing at him like this, he didn't even want to go down the steps, twisting even harder, With a sad face, he said, "It's a worm. It's a big worm! If you touch it, it bites off your legs!"
He was laughing at himself, but Ji Hong really reached out to touch him, grabbed his waist indiscriminately, and said: "It is indeed a bug, just ask someone to beat him up."
"..." Yu Jinnian was speechless for a while, and waved his hand down angrily. In front of him was Ji Hong, who was as light as a breeze and as elegant as a magnolia. How could he embarrass him, so he shrugged his shoulders again and tried his best to straighten up.
Ji Hong pursed his lips and smiled, seeing where he was sitting, he was clearly being punished, and said, "Forget it, sit casually, don't hurt your legs."
Hearing this, as if he had received an amnesty, Yu Jinnian stretched out his legs from under his body with a smile, one crossed and the other resting on the edge of the couch. The servant brought up freshly cooked Guhua Pu'er tea and two plates of sweet snacks. Seeing Yu Jinnian sitting like a countryman, a trace of disgust appeared on his face unconsciously, but he just came up with such an idea , and saw the man next to you who looked like a nobleman tap the table with his fingertips, and turned his palms outwards indifferently.
I have seen this kind of hand gesture a lot. This is because the Hakkas are dissatisfied, so tell him to go down and stop serving. Such a gesture of flicking and waving reveals a bit of arrogance from your family. Because he didn't know Ji Hong's identity, he immediately felt very uneasy, bowed his waist in panic and stepped back a few steps, and walked out of the screen with a lost smile. Don't dare to talk too much anymore.
Yu Jinnian was eating and tasting dim sum one by one, as if he was checking the results, planning a job and fulfilling a duty, he would memorize which puff pastry was too loose, which filling was too sweet, so that he could bring it back and explain it to future generations The cook, after a while, tired of sitting cross-legged, he stretched out his feet, passed under the bench, and kicked straight to Ji Hong's side.
Ji Hongben was also not interested in such a so-called gathering of scribes, he just came to sit and sit with the young man, so he took a quiet look at the book in the midst of the noise, these two books could make Yu Jinnian bored to sleep, and he couldn't help but think of the young man The serious expression when endorsing the book, in short, he was flipping through the book, but he didn't actually read it.
Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly felt a living thing protruding from under the hem of his clothes. He was startled, and stretched out his hand to explore. It turned out to be a thin instep wrapped in a thin layer of soft white socks.
Yu Jinnian was just looking for a place to relax his legs. At this time, someone grabbed his feet suddenly, and he was shocked for a moment. He subconsciously looked back and saw that no one noticed them. , Afraid of being seen, he tried to pull his feet back, and said in a false voice: "You...be careful..." He wanted to say something stricter, but he stopped when he came to his mouth, and it seemed like an irrelevant sentence complain.
"Hello!" Yu Jinnian wanted to call him, but suddenly froze.
The hand that was originally covering the instep moved down a little bit, and grasped the protruding round small bones on both sides of his ankle. He didn't move, because he felt itchy, not the obvious itching like a mosquito bite, but a faint numbness that ran up the bone.
He recalled a young female patient in his previous life who suffered from low back pain. He usually asked for palpation and investigation. The patient asked him to be softer, and said bluntly that the waist was sensitive and could not be touched by others. He would feel nervous when touched. itch.
I didn't understand this feeling at the time, I just thought it was an exaggerated statement by the patient. Today, when Ji Hong rubbed his feet, he suddenly had a similar realization. It was a very novel feeling, which made people feel thrilled and excited.
Yu Jinnian lowered his head to look secretly at Ji Hong, and saw that the man's complexion was pale, and he was still holding the book in one hand with a calm expression. If it weren't for the spread out clothes and the fine tassels hanging down to the couch to cover the view under the table, who would have seen him? One could know that the stern-faced and elegant young man opposite him was doing "nasty" things like touching people's ankles with the bottom of his clothes.
The jade-colored clothes lined up Yu Jinnian's fair skin, making the blush under his eyes even more moist, as if he had been bullied, Ji Hongping raised his eyes, and turned the book in his hand to Yu Jinnian, leaning forward slightly, pointing at the A line said: "How do you pronounce this?"
It's an old poem from the predecessors, but Yu Jinnian's heart is not on it. His foot was stuck in Ji Hong's hand. At first he was still curious about this feeling, but then the whole foot trembled with palpitations. He used his eyes to silently Begging Ji Hong to let him go quickly.
Ji Hong pinched the depression under the round ankle bone with his fingers, and asked him coaxingly, "How do you pronounce it, huh?"
Yu Jinnian was so pitiful, he swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of saliva, so he quickly picked up the book, looked at it carefully, and whispered: "Swan geese are in the cloud, fish are in the water, I feel sad about this... um, it's hard to send it? Okay, let go quickly." I… "
Ji Hong asked again: "What does it mean?"
How did Yu Jinnian know, he looked forward and saw that it was "small characters on red paper, saying that it's all about business", he was stunned for a moment, this is a poem about people, it's an erotic word! What is melancholy, what is love, where are the swan geese and where are the fish, for whom to send a deep and beautiful sorrow. He closed the book, threw it back into Ji Hong's arms, and said in embarrassment, "I don't understand!"
"I really don't understand?" Ji Hong asked with a smile.
Yu Jinnian stuffed a small dot in his mouth, pretending that he had no time to talk to him, and grabbed his foot back.
The two were fighting openly and secretly under the table, but behind the screen, Shi Shiran walked in a young man, who looked like a scholar, wrapped in a folded towel, with a book rolled up in his hand, and bowed his hands slightly after entering, as if he heard them talking about The poem "small characters on red paper" made me talk about poetry with them familiarly. Although I talked about poetry, it was just this person mumbling endlessly, and Ji Hong looked at it coldly.
After finishing speaking, the young literati smiled at Ji Hong again: "I only focus on discussing poetry, but forgot to introduce it. I am strict with you... May I ask your surname?"
Because the voice distracted Ji Hong's attention, Yu Jinnian finally broke free from his foot. The atmosphere of a good conversation with the young man was ruined by people talking to themselves. Ji Hong was very shameless, and scribbled: "Country man, not worth mentioning."
"..." Yan Rong talked on and on for a while, but was refuted by Ji Hong's "not worth mentioning". It seemed that his face was hot and cold, and his face turned black, and he gasped. He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes, and saw a rustle under the short table, a slender leg retracted from under the handsome man's clothes, and vaguely saw the white socks half-faded, hanging miserably on the instep.
He was surprised and speechless, forgot what he wanted to say before, and just stared at Yu Jinnian's white socks that he couldn't hide for a while, and then thought of the poem they discussed before, what "red" Small characters on the paper", what "say all", what "this feeling is melancholy".
These two seem to have heads and faces. I heard that the younger one is a well-known doctor in the local area, not an actor or actor, but a decent person who reads. Unexpectedly... He suddenly understood, and his ears and cheeks flushed with embarrassment on the spot , I just felt that the white sting made my eyes hurt, and I didn't know what to scold for a long time, so I just spat, shook my sleeves and left.
After he walked out, Ji Hong said warmly: "Put on the socks." He accidentally pulled off the socks when the boy was struggling.
Yu Jinnian said "Oh", and secretly put on the white socks: "Don't do this next time, it's outside..."
Ji Hong just laughed.
When Yan Rong returned to his couch, there were already three young masters who were equally arrogant and indulgent, one of them was naturally the young master of Chunfeng Deyi Building, Jiang Bingren. Seeing that Yan Rong was angry and came back with his ears half-pulled red, he knew that he had suffered from Yu Jinnian's place, and he laughed secretly in his heart.
Just now, these people asked him about Young Master Ji. They also had some superficial contacts with the Jiang family and the Yang family. Later, they also vaguely heard that the surnamed Ji was some kind of big shot, and he was the real proud son of heaven. The words are vague, but in short, it is very different from Yan Rong's father, who relied on opportunism and flattery to squeeze into the upper class. He had previously advised Yan Rong not to go over and beg for someone's cold face, but the other party refused to listen and insisted on eating such a mouthful of ice.
Jiang Bingren was eating tea, fanning his gold fan while watching a joke, a tall man from the group who knew Yan Rong poured tea, and asked him familiarly: "Zi Rui, what can we talk about?" gone?"
Yan Rong didn't speak, but the man smiled and said, "Should we be able to ask for the name?"
"..." As soon as Yan Rong thought about it, he imagined what they were doing under the table. The boy looked like his shoes and socks were half-faded, who knew what unspeakable places were stuck on his feet inside the hem of his clothes! It's so presumptuous outside, and I don't know how to marinate it when there is no one! They are all good men, none of them are better than those dandies in Beijing, but they are willing to degenerate, really, really - he turned his head and took another look, and saw two blurred shadows close together behind the graceful plain yarn , Immediately hated the iron but said: "Bah... nasty!"
Jiang Bingren was taken aback, how could there be such a "dirty" comment, shouldn't it be that Mr. Ji molested him? After thinking about it, based on what he saw at Yiwan Noodle Restaurant, maybe it wasn't Ji Meiren who was molesting Boss Yu and was bumped into by Yan Zirui.
It is said that Yan Rong and Yan Zirui are different from his father in that he hates evil as much as enmity, and hates things that go beyond his free time. Today, the audience is full, and there are many poets who are more famous than him, but there is no one with an official position greater than his father. No more, that's why no one wants to make trouble with him, they are all eager to curry favor, even the county magistrate has dragged his son to make friends with him.
Jiang Bingren raised his hand to call for the tea servant, and whispered a few words in his ear.
The servant nodded, and brought a plate of tea from the back, and put it into the screen. On the couch, the two gentlemen were reading poems next to each other, and the short table was pushed aside, and the smaller one broke apart. Lotus flower crisps, pink and white pastries biting between crimson lips and teeth, obediently and delicately. He took a look and hurriedly lowered his head, offered a plate of snacks, and said to Ji Hong in a low voice: "Our young master wants to remind you, that's the one just now." He pointed in the direction of Yan Rong through the screen, "It's the eldest son of the servant of the Ministry of War .”
Ji Hong turned the pages for Yu Jinnian, and said casually: "Son of Yan Zhi? You didn't proofread his book well, why did you come here?"
The little servant broke out in a cold sweat, only seven or eight steps away from Yan Zirui, this man actually called the Minister of the Ministry of War by his name, and seemed to know Yan Zirui very well, knowing that he was the school secretary. The young man swallowed, and said, "It's about coming back to celebrate the old lady's birthday."
"Understood." Ji Hong waved his hand and sent the boy away.
The boy hadn't turned out of the screen when he heard a very gentle sentence behind him, "Don't eat that choking snack, bring some tea", he couldn't help but shuddered, and ran out quickly, without daring to add fuel and vinegar to the original words. They were all forwarded to Jiang Bingren.
Jiang Bingren was also stunned, and had to raise Ji Hong's position in his heart by a few levels. He was not curious, so he shook his fan and said, "Master Ji is like this, he is not cold to anyone. Not weak, I only regard Brother Nian as a treasure."
"Oh? Surnamed Ji?" The tall young man said, "What's your name?"
Jiang Bingren said: "Single name is a big character, who knows if it's true or not, maybe it was compiled at will—"
With a bang, Yan Zirui accidentally knocked the cup in front of him to the ground.
The tall young man laughed at him: "What's the matter, school secretary?"
Yan Zirui became bored again, and no one paid attention to him. The tall young man felt bored for a moment, and turned to look at the gold silk fan in Jiang Bingren's hand, and said strangely: "This fan is really fresh, seeing that you are such a treasure, you hold it in your hand every day. , could it be the authentic work of Master Qingluan?"
Jiang Bingren puffed out his chest proudly: "Naturally! It came from the Treasure Pavilion in Beijing, so it can't be fake!"
The tall young master aroused his interest, and chatted with him: "Did Mr. Jiang see that one?"
Jiang Bingren was embarrassed for a moment: "Well, it's not..." He hastily changed the subject to help himself, and asked Yan Zirui, "Didn't he say that this year's Qingluan Poetry Festival, that person took up the challenge? What, did he go or not?" Go? Brother Yan, you know a lot in Beijing, what exactly does Young Master Qingluan look like?"
The tall young man also looked at Yan Rong, pricking up his ears expectantly.
Yan Rong's face was very exciting. He pursed his mouth tightly for a while, and opened his mouth half-opened for a while to be speechless. During the period, he even looked back at the figure behind the screen.
Jiang Bingren said strangely: "Brother Yan always sees what they do, there is nothing to look at."
The tall young man thought that Yan Rong was still worried about Fang Cai's cold face, so he rushed forward to flatter him, and sneered triumphantly: "That's right, it's the one who walked through the back door. Come and fuck a man's ass, it's so dirty that no one can see it."
It's so weird nowadays, it's an elegant and interesting thing for officials to keep prostitutes, and they can use it to be self-satisfied and elevate their status, but if someone really wants to talk about Yin and Yang in vain, and live with men, it is against human relations and will be cast aside.
Neither Young Master Ji nor Boss Yu looked like child molesting actors, so naturally one could only think of the latter.
It's just that what he said was so vulgar that even Jiang Bingren felt his ears were dirty. He covered half of his face with a fan and lowered his head to drink his own tea. The young servant put the new teacup on the table heavily, and scolded: "Shut up! What kind of talk is this, it's an insult to gentleness!"
The tall young man was stunned: "I... why are you angry?"
Jiang Bingren blinked his eyes, seeing that a flame was about to ignite between the two, he hurriedly said to ease the atmosphere: "Don't talk about unpleasant things, Brother Yan, let us tell us about Mr. Qingluan, we are all curious! "
This is really an unfortunate coincidence, Yan Rong really knows about Master Qingluan, not only that, he also knows who Master Qingluan is, but... He looked back at the screen again, with suspicion in his heart, what to do? Baba said: "I haven't seen it, I didn't go this year."
The tall young man was full of depression, and said with a strange smile: "Bo Wen is as knowledgeable as a school clerk, and there are inevitably one or two things that he doesn't know."
Yan Rong is very arrogant, and he is very unhappy to be teased and ridiculed, but this time it was spread on the head of Mr. Qingluan, so he had to swallow this breath and admit the sarcasm—after all, Mr. Qingluan It's about Ji Shuluan, the youngest son of Li Guogong's family. It's an anecdote that even the emperor kept his mouth shut. How could it leak out of his mouth as a show off!
There are quite a few people who know about this, but most of them are high-ranking officials and ministers under one person. It is an anecdote passed down among your family.
The young prince of Li Guogong's family is talented, but his temperament is self-confident and he rarely goes out of the house. This is a well-known fact in the government and the public. A son like a big girl.
The matter of Young Master Qingluan actually came from the mouth of the emperor.
It was the emperor's family banquet at that time, and all his relatives, relatives and upstarts were invited, and his father Yan Zhi was also lucky to be invited. Seeing Ji Gong during the dinner, someone talked about the weak and weak young master of his family, and naturally mentioned Xiang Min in a joke, and the young master of the Min family was also there. The emperor was in high spirits, he slipped his tongue when he was slightly intoxicated, and asked Min Xuefei with a smile: "Xuefei, can you still count on the bet you made with me? This year's Qingluan Poetry Fair is coming soon, if Ji Gong's boy still If you refuse to show up, then you are going to enter the palace to copy scriptures for me!"
Only then did everyone know that the famous "Mr. Qingluan" was actually created by the second son of the Min family, Min Xuefei, after asking for the poems of the young master of the Ji family, and behind his back.
After Tian Zifang finished speaking, he lightly hammered his head and blamed himself drunkly: "Hey, if you are drunk, you should pretend you didn't hear it! It would be boring to say it!"
The emperor's drunken words are also imperial decrees, no one dares to spread them randomly, but everyone knows it in their hearts.
After Yan Rong learned of this from his father, he was also shocked for several days. He had always held a prejudice against the so-called "talent" of Mr. Ji's family, thinking that it was just a flattering compliment to Mr. Ji Shuluan was the young master Qingluan whom he had always admired so much that he was completely defeated.
It's just that although he knew about this matter, he didn't have the honor to see Young Master Ji. His father, Yan Zhi, was promoted from other provinces and only established himself in Xia Jing for only three years. His hometown, Xin'an County, moved to Beijing, where he lived with his father. Yan Rong had never met Ji Shuluan before, but later when the Shihui approached, there was news that the young master was seriously ill again in Ji's family, and he refused to see all outsiders, and he had no chance.
That's why Ji Shuluan doesn't know what he looks like. .
He only heard a few words of praise from Min Xuefei, and he conjured up an image of fair skin, tall, handsome as frost in his mind, and knew that his single name was a suffix.
It is strange that young master of the Ji family, Yu Shihui, suddenly fell ill recently, and no one knew what the disease was. The doctors in the mansion continued to work, and they seemed to be in no hurry. It was only later that the emperor heard about this and ordered to recruit famous doctors to Beijing, which made Li Guogong's mansion look a little critically ill.
However, the disease has lasted for three or two months, and one after another famous doctors were kicked out of the mansion. The Duke Li's mansion suddenly became deserted again, and even the emperor stopped asking. Quickly enter and exit Li Guogong's mansion.
Yan Rong once asked the famous doctors who were kicked out. One said it was a burst of yang energy, two said it was a loss of yin essence, and the three saw Ji Gongzi vomit blood profusely under the bed curtain, and the quilt was stained red. He came up on the ground; he also said that his breath was like a cow, his limbs were as cold as ice, and he might not be able to last three days; there were all kinds of strange appearances, which made people feel that Mr. Ji was too pitiful, and the world was full of diseases. It seemed as if they were all on him overnight...
But now let alone three days, it has been three months, and Ji Shuluan was still safely sick, neither alive nor dead, and he has not seen a famous doctor come to the government for treatment, it is a miracle.
Yan Rong picked up a few crispy peanuts and put them in his mouth while looking back at the screen.
Inside the screen is also a handsome young man, surnamed Ji and surnamed Hong, his skin is indeed very fair, and his face is indeed very cold, when he sits there he looks as slim as a pine tree, and he is not short even if he thinks about it.
Ji Shuluan stayed in bed for several months without dying, Ji's mansion treated his illness without any haste, those who entered and left Ji's mansion on a fast horse post, the emperor's attitude of first getting sick and then slowing down, leisurely and leisurely... All of these suddenly have a kind of best reasonable explanation.
—Maybe, Ji Shuluan is not sick, but ran away!
Yan Rong patted several times with a "boom!" Jiang Bingren and the others were startled by him, but just as he was about to speak, the peanuts in his mouth suddenly rolled deep into his throat and got stuck in the airway , he suddenly bent over and coughed for a while, but not only did not cough out the peanut, but it sank even deeper in the airway.
"Ah! Help, help..." His face flushed instantly, his mouth was opened wide, his hands were pinching his neck behind his back, his eyes were staring extremely protrudingly, and the veins on his forehead were pulled out.
At first Jiang Bingren thought he had choked on his tea, but when he saw him in such pain that he was almost suffocating, he panicked and was at a loss in fear: "Brother Yan, what's wrong with you!"
The tall young man next to him stood up and shouted, "Call the doctor!"
"Oh, doctor, doctor!" Jiang Bingren finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly kicked a servant nearby, "What are you still doing, why don't you go!"