sleepy. Xie Yilu propped his forehead with his hands, so as not to fall asleep like this with his head drooping. It was noisy all around, shouting and cursing one after another, and there was a big cock cooing in his throat. When he was about to sleep, Liao Jixiang His face appeared in his mind, snow white and translucent, with slightly parted lips looking up, sometimes pursing his lips and sometimes frowning, suddenly, coolly pressed down a hand on the back of his neck, and squeezed firmly.
Xie Yilu woke up with a jolt, and looking back, it was Tu Yao in a flying fish suit.
"Xie Tanhua," Tu Yao leaned down amidst the noise, and whispered into his ear, "Why don't you play?"
Xie Yilu looked towards the center of the crowd, there was a bamboo enclosure, crowded with many officials in uniform, any one he picked out would be higher in rank than him, in the enclosure were two fighting cocks stroking their neck feathers and wings, Drenched in blood, he writhed amidst the applause of the crowd.
"I don't understand," Xie Yilu said truthfully, "I don't even have money."
Tu Yao smiled at him in a friendly manner, fished out of his sleeve, and took out a bank note: "Take it to play."
Xie Yilu didn't answer, and didn't even look up there. Seeing his stupefied look, Tu Yao said, "I didn't invite you, but Dugong Zheng invited you."
Speaking of Zheng Xian, Xie Yilu hurriedly stood up: "It's past midnight, when will the Duke arrive?"
He had something to say to Zheng Mian, but Tu Yao saw it. As for what it was, when Zheng Mian had a banquet at Lingfu Temple last time, Zheng Mian wanted to win him over and let him go back and think about it.
"Xie Tanhua," Tu Yao put away the banknote, "Being an official is just judging the situation. You have read books for half your life, so you should be more transparent than Tu."
When it came to this point, Xie Yilu simply wanted to make it clear, but Tu Yao refused to let him make it clear: "You can tell me these meanings, and don't mention them in front of the Duke."
Xie Yilu still wanted to speak, but Tu Yao suppressed him coldly: "Grand Du has a bad temper."
This is a threat. Xie Yilu endured it, sat down, Tu Yao slapped him hard on the shoulder, and went around to place a bet. There was a burst of applause from the crowd, a chicken won and jumped to the tallest bamboo bar in the enclosure. One flapped its wings, while the other fell dead in its shadow, ripped apart.
This is a bunch of ghosts. Xie Yilu looked coldly at the night covered by thick clouds, candles flickering in the wind, blood, dead chickens, colleagues howling excitedly like animals, Xie Yilu couldn't help shivering. The door ran in, scratching his neck and shouting: "Duke is here!"
Zheng Mian came, pulled Qi Wan, and Xie Yilu bowed to salute with everyone. This time Zheng Mian was purely a personal guest, so the ostentation was the same as at home, and the servants covered the cockfighting yard like Chang Suiyun. Now, there are those who invite tea, those who sweep the chairs, and those who stand on both sides because of their beautiful appearance.
Eunuchs like to fight cocks. This is a common problem. When Qi Wan saw the big bloody rooster on the top of the bamboo stick, he was so stupefied that he couldn't move: "This is good, old nine!"
Zheng Mi smiled proudly: "Third brother likes it, I'll take it away for you," he said, he habitually scanned the whole place, saw Xie Yilu, raised his eyebrows lightly, "Northwestern species, victorious in every battle .”
"A gentleman doesn't steal people's love," Qi Wan circled the rooster. The crest, hooked beak, and pendulous sac were all in perfect order, and his short and thick fingers seemed to be stroking the dark green tail feathers: " But our family is not a gentleman."
Zheng Mi immediately ordered the people below: "Cover up, and take it to Duke Qi."
"Qi Gonggong" and "Qi Gong" differ by one word, and the meanings are indeed different. Qi Wan couldn't help being happy, and stroked Zheng Mi's sleeves appreciatively: "Old Nine, you never play with us. ... what is the intention?"
Zheng Mi stretched out his hands, and on each of his two hands was a gemstone ring, cat's eye on the left, and bumper on the right. Men usually don't wear bracelets, but he wears a small gold bracelet, which is full of wax and gemstones. Golden Crow moved slightly, and it shone brightly: "Third brother," he held Qi Wan's hand with his backhand, "You know my temper, if it's a fight, I'll swing it away, if it's good for someone..." He held his hand eagerly Him, invite him to take a seat: "That's great."
As soon as they sat down, a large row of servants came up one after another, each holding a small folding fan. If you say this is a greeting ceremony, it is really shabby. I guess Liao Jixiang sent the goods, I don’t like to follow suit, bro, look at it, it’s not heartfelt.”
The servants opened the fan in unison, and there was a "shua" sound, and the meticulous erotic paintings were drawn smoothly, with white flowers all over their eyes.
"Hey!" Qi Wan yelled out in surprise, and couldn't wait to get down from the seat, and looked one by one from left to right, whether it was a man or a woman, or a woman or a man, not to mention the dynamic expressions, even the most important thing below. The places are described in detail, "Lao Jiu, why..."
"That's right, third brother." Zheng Mi took a sip of tea hastily, "The first three are by Qiu Ying, and the rest are all written by Tang Yin."
"It's a good product!" Qi Wan slapped his thigh, his eyes lit up, "If you take a handful of these and go to the Lianzi Hutong to show off, it will be very impressive!"
absurd! Xie Yilu looked down on this group of people from the bottom of his heart, thinking about Liao Jixiang's plan to buy him an outhouse, he understood, eunuchs naturally cannot get rid of eunuch habits, no matter how noble they are.
The person below brought a bowl of egg custard to Zheng Mi, which seemed to be his habit. He wanted to have a late night snack. After taking a bite, he raised his head and saw Xie Yilu: "Get a bowl for Xie Tanhua," he bowed his head and ate again. With one bite, he carefully ordered, "Sprinkle more green onions."
They are all from the north, and they can't eat green onions and garlic in Nanjing. The price of that handful of minced green onions shipped from Huaibei is not much lower than a bowl of eggs. Everyone can see Zheng Mi's preference for Xie Yilu, but the more he prefers, Xie Yilu felt more embarrassing: "Duke Xie loves you, I'm not hungry."
Zheng Mi joked with him very casually: "Whether you are hungry or not, our family has the final say!"
The two of them were talking, Xie Yilu stepped in and wanted to say what was in his stomach, so he got up from the corner and slowly moved forward, Qi Wan's thoughts were all on the erotic fan, Xie Yilu just approached and listened to Zheng Then gossip and say to him: "Third brother, don't you think there is something wrong with Liao Jixiang cutting down trees?"
Hearing that name, Xie Yilu's strings immediately tensed up.
"Why," Qi Wan looked at her fan, and ignored Zheng Mi, "what do you mean?"
Obviously meant to sow discord. Xie Yilu was very nervous, he was nervous for Liao Jixiang, Qi Wan was obviously from his ancestors, but he came to Zheng Mian's banquet, can it be said that he didn't have any lumps in his heart
Coincidentally, the custard was served at this time, Qi Wan saw Xie Yilu with the glance of the custard, and spat: "What, who made you come so close!"
"Hey, brother," Zheng Mi pointed to Xie Yilu with a look of protecting the cub, "my man."
I heard it was his man, Qi Wan, who obviously didn't recognize that the humble sixth-rank official in front of him was the unlucky guy kicked over by his family's ancestors from Beijing: "By the way," he asked Zheng Mian, "You have a Yongshe', I heard it's very noisy?"
"Yes, there is." Zheng Mi gave Xie Yilu a wink, meaning it's okay, let him eat, "It's not a trouble."
"Who is the leader?"
Zheng Xian smiled suddenly: "Shangshu of the Ministry of War, you saw it at Liao Jixiang's banquet last time."
"He..." Qi Wan recalled, and asked in a deep voice, "Who else?"
"Those servants and doctors under his command," Zheng Mi asked sensitively, "what's wrong?"
Qi Wan paused, and then said: "This month...just a few days, they may have trouble."
Zheng Xian laughed loudly, showing his white teeth, which looked as if Yushan was about to collapse: "What can you do with a group of literati!"
"For the ancestors, for you and me, write a batch of articles and present a batch of memorials."
"Then let's write too, why are we still afraid of him?" Zheng Mi put one leg on the footstool, looking a bit quackish, "Don't think that we don't have anyone, we'll set up one too, what kind of shitty literary club they run," he said. Pointing to Xie Yilu, "Let him be the leader!"
Xie Yilu was so frightened that he couldn't even hold the spoon, and he listened tremblingly to Qi Wan's words: "I'm afraid they will draw a line..." His strong fingers "dang dong" tapped the table, "There is a lot of trouble, and it will be difficult to turn the society into a party." Oh no."
"Draw, let them row," Zheng Mi said with an air of fearlessness, "I'm just about to see who is with him and who is with me!" Speaking of high places, he calmed down, "Hey third brother , where did you get the news?"
Knowing that he wanted to ask, Qi Wan smiled knowingly and made a hand gesture. Zheng Mi was surprised: "News from Dongchang? I don't know news from Dongchang, but you do?"
Qi Wan took a sip of tea leisurely: "The news, it's better to move faster in Beijing," he whispered meaningfully, "Brother, don't care which gang you belong to, you are nesting in Nanjing, which is the periphery!"
Zheng Mian's complexion was ugly, Qi Wan got up with a smile, and went to a cockfight with some smart boys, Xie Yilu hurried forward, leaned close to Zheng Mian and called "Duke Gong".
Zheng Mi immediately glared over sharply, but didn't respond.
Some words are dead if they are easy to say, and they are dead if they are bad. Xie Yilu didn't do anything, and simply said the truth: "The lower officials are weak-boned, and they can't stand the support of the governor!"
What he made was the determination of a strong man to sever his wrists. Zheng Mi frowned and thought for a long time before he understood what he meant: "Don't bother me," he waved his hand in annoyance, "We'll talk about it another day."
Xie Yilu couldn't wait, took a step forward, and the torn official robe was already next to Zheng Mi's bullfighting uniform: "Everyone has his own ambitions, please don't force me, Duke Du!"
Zheng Mi then looked at him seriously, looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "I force you? What did I force you for?"
Xie Yilu was dumbfounded by the question, and looked at Zheng Mian very closely: "Last time, at Lingfu Temple..."
"Ha," Zheng Xian said contemptuously, and the gorgeous energy came up again. He stretched his fingers and pressed the heron patch on Xie Yilu's chest, grabbed him hard, and grabbed him in front of him: "I'll give you three points." Color, really open a dyeing workshop for me!"
Xie Yilu had the feeling of being caught by a bird of prey. He thought about the consequences of directly prosecuting, such as being demoted, sentenced to punishment, or even beheaded, but he never thought that he would be "caught" on the spot like this. Dugong," he lightly pulled his hand, which was unexpectedly powerful, and the surface of the gem ring was as cold as ice, "Let, let people see..."
"I'm afraid people will see?" Zheng Xian's face was close at hand, and Xie Yilu could clearly see the overly lustful eye lines under his brow bone. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Liao Jixiang's eyes, which were clear, cautious, and a little bit Ambiguous temptation.
Suddenly, Zheng Mian released his strength, flicked his fingertips, and pushed him away, as if he was talking to himself: "That's right, how can a good lottery be drawn once?" Gently stroked Xie Yilu's patch with his finger, "For Zhuge Liang, Liu Bei even paid three visits to the thatched cottage."
Xie Yilu didn't understand what he meant for a while, "good sign"... Could it be himself
"No hurry." Zheng Mi looked at him half affectionately, half threateningly, "Chun Hoe, we are not in a hurry."
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xie Yilu's chest and back. He didn't expect Zheng Mi to be so difficult to deal with. On impulse, he wanted to just piss him off. At this moment, there was a commotion from afar, and in a blink of an eye, a little fireman ran up , it was Qi Wan's man, before he ran in front of his master, he broke into a tall man in brocade clothes right after him.
It's Meazza. Xie Yilu hurriedly backed away from Zheng Xian and hid in the crowd of cockfights. He was afraid that Meiya would see him and accidentally tell Liao Jixiang.
The person who should hide is actually Qi Wan. He came to Zheng Mian's banquet. Liao Jixiang would be unhappy if he knew it.
But a big man is a big man after all. Although Qi Wan was taken aback, he didn't move, but Zheng Mi squeezed his forehead and said first: "Seventh brother, I really admire you. How can I get the letter!"
Meazza went straight to the front like a senior official, and the person who ordered Zheng Mi moved a chair next to Qi Wan, called "Third Brother" respectfully, lifted his robe and sat down.
"How do you know we're here?" Zheng Mi twisted his arms, and stared at Qi Wan sideways over Qi Wan's fat body: "Well, don't ask, anyway, for Liao Jixiang, you can do anything!"
Meazza was noncommittal, and Qi Wan said earnestly at this time: "As far as Lao Qi is capable, if he puts effort on himself, he is still a eunuch in charge of taxes."
Zheng Xian hated that iron cannot be made into steel, and hurriedly chimed in: "Why do you think you have fallen under that kid's spell!"
Meazza replied naturally: "He doesn't hear anything outside the window. If there is any noise, I have to watch for him."
Of course "he" refers to Liao Jixiang. Of course, this is for Qi Wan to hear. Everyone knows it well. There are things in the mile, but nothing happens, you are the most sensible with these small mileage."
After Qi Wan said that, what else could Meazza say: "Third brother, I have no other intention, just come around for our old eighth, so that people can see the weaving bureau."
Qi Wan didn't answer his words, and slapped his hands suddenly: "Oh," he smacked his lips, looking very excited, "I think Long Live Lord liked Xiaomei's somersaults and Miss Zheng's spin the most, Lao Qi," he said slyly Staring at Meazza, he said word by word, "Third brother wants to watch somersaults."
"Xiao Mei", who was somersaulting back then, was still a child, but now he is known as "Master Mei" by everyone—he was embarrassing Meazza in public. Unexpectedly, Meazza didn't even think about it. He stood up and took off his robe. His body was as straight as a gun, with a cowhide armor on his chest, and a small machete on each side, as if he was crossing the battlefield.
Seeing the knife, both Zheng Xian and Qi Wan were stunned. Meazza loosened his shoulders and said lightly: "A habit developed in Gansu in the past few years."