When Xie Yilu and Tu Yao arrived at Shenban, they ran into a few people from the military department. They went upstairs in the west corridor, and those people went upstairs in the east corridor. They looked at each other, but they didn't make a sound. Xie Yilu turned out to be in that group too, everyone chatted and laughed, and used to have a good time drinking and chatting, but now they are strangers.
Tu Yao patted him on the shoulder and pushed him into the room: "Xie Tanhua, now that you've come this far, don't worry about gains and losses."
Xie Yilu hated him, and there was always a threatening tone in his words: "Seeing that I'm not good enough, why bother asking me out?"
"In the future, we will work under Duke Dugong." Tu Yao pulled out the chair for him, "the relationship must be close."
Xie Yilu sat down: "I told Zheng Mi that day, don't expect me to do anything."
Tu Yaozhang Luo Xiaoxie served wine and food: "I know," he wiped his hands with a wet handkerchief from the offering plate, "The governor told me."
Xie Yilu noticed that he loves cleanliness, a warrior, his clothes are always meticulous, today he is wearing a shade blue embroidered crane dress, the silk thread on the cuffs has no trace of fraying, such a well-mannered person, very It's hard to imagine that he worked his life for the eunuch.
"Is there a good friend in the team?" Tu Yao turned around and asked, Xie Yilu was taken aback, and then realized that he meant companionship, "Stop shouting, I don't like this."
Tu Yao still ordered two people, and asked the little opera singer to shout: "It's my first time entertaining, so I have to look good." After finishing speaking, he sat down beside Xie Yilu and poured him a glass of wine, without any deliberate hospitality. , rather like the enthusiasm among friends.
Xie Yilu was curious: "Why do you..."
He didn't ask any more, but Tu Yao raised his eyes to look at him, and laughed: "Why did I follow Duke Du?" He leaned back in his chair and said with emotion, "People like us want to stand out, and if we don't sell ourselves to serve the Lord, we can still What's the matter?"
He was telling the truth. It is normal for literati to oppress warriors in Beijing and Nanjing. Xie Yilu picked up the glass of wine he poured for him, and touched his lips: "Do you know what happened to Qu Feng?"
"It's okay," Tu Yao said indifferently, "If you hurt him a little, he won't die." He was clearly the one who caused the trouble, but he didn't show any guilt, which showed his fierce side again, "Didn't you go to see it?" look?"
"In my current situation," Xie Yilu shook his head, "it's not easy to enter his house."
Tu Yao smacked his lips, and at this time his companions arrived, a pair of little beauties who looked like flower bones, Jiao Didi reported their names, one was Zhang San, the other was Xiao Wenrou, Tu Yao asked Xie Yilu which one he wanted, Xie Yilu Seeing that Zhang San's stature was somewhat similar to Liao Jixiang's, he twitched for no reason and lowered his head to point.
"Never looking for an actor?" Tu Yao saw it, and laughed and teased, "Come, come, Zhang San, go and sit on your master Tanhua's lap!"
Zhang San came over gracefully, standing like a weak willow, waiting for Xie Yilu to stretch his legs, if this passed by, Xie Yilu would never be able to play with him. Obediently stretch out your legs and let him sit softly.
Zhang San leaned against him as if his bones were pulled out, and Xie Yilu stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his waist. The boy's slender waist really seemed to be hugging Liao Jixiang, Xie Yilu blushed suddenly, Make it seem very emotional.
Tu Yao looked at him as if he was seeing something rare, and laughed at him for being pedantic, but when Xie Yilu turned his head to look, he found that Tu Yao and the man in his arms were also indifferent. gentleman.
"Xie Tanhua, let's order a song." While drinking, Tu Yao grabbed Xiao Wenrou's hand and played with it like a cat's paw. Xie Yilu thought for a while and ordered Wang Shifu's "December Passing Yao Folk Song" , Xiao Wenrou whispered, singing and pointing the tip of the chopsticks at the edge of the table: "Since the farewell, the mountains are faint, and the water is even more distant. Seeing the willows and catkins rolling, the face is drunk with the peach blossoms, and the fragrance of the cabinet shines through. The wind gusts, the heavy door is closed and the evening rain falls..."
This is Xie Yilu's thoughts, he was lost in listening to it, Tu Yao suddenly asked: "Did you intercept Zang Fang?"
Xie Yilu had nothing to hide, so he answered yes, and Tu Yao frowned: "Why did the Ministry of War let you go, it's unreasonable."
Xie Yilu wanted to take it all over: "Whoever goes is different."
Tu Yao pressed his ear: "That Zang Fang has a problem with the 'Weaving Bureau'."
What he was referring to was not the Weaving Bureau, but Liao Jixiang. Xie Yilu understood, and immediately asked, "What's going on?"
At this moment, Tu Yao kept his secret: "Grand Du mentioned it once or twice that they both came from Gansu."
Xie Yilu's heart suddenly became flustered, and his throat was sore that he couldn't deal with it, as if something was stuck there, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.
"But Liao Jixiang," Tu Yao held up his cup and put it in front of Xie Yilu, "Great."
Xie Yilu clinked the cup with him: "Then why don't you join him?"
"Liao Jixiang?" Tu Yao gave him a funny look, and said sarcastically, "With him, I can't even wear my pants."
Hearing this, Xie Yilu was not happy: "They are all the fourth grade, who is worse than the other!"
"Huh?" Tu Yao distanced himself a little and put on a look of scrutiny, "He cut your throat, and you speak for him instead?" It was a joke, but Xie Yilu immediately fell silent. He pulled it back and lowered his voice: "Liao Jixiang was born in Neishutang."
The word "Neishutang" obviously frightened Xie Yilu, he stared, his whole face froze, Tu Yao was not surprised by his reaction at all: "What can a eunuch's body and a literati's temper do?"
Xie Yilu couldn't believe it: "He's from Neishutang?"
"That's right." Tu Yao, drinking one cup after another, became more motivated, and pointed his finger at Xie Yilu's chest very rudely, "I read the sage's book just like you."
"Come out of Neishutang..." Xie Yilu said anxiously, "That should be Jinshufang, and then..." He didn't say those words, "Supervisor of Ceremonies", a place that holds the most important power in the world.
"But he let the Long Live Lord kick him out of the palace, and he kicked him to Gansu," Tu Yao taunted openly, "If the old ancestor didn't love him, would it be the turn of a cripple in Nanjing Weaving?"
Xie Yilu's hands clenched tightly on his knees. He hated Tu Yao's words, and felt sorry for Liao Jixiang even more. No wonder he had such literary talents and such calligraphy. He was aggrieved in Nanjing!
"Last time you dared to scold him at Sureibo Temple," Tu Yao showed a terrified expression, "That's someone who read books for Long Live Lord and wrote for him. Cutting your throat is considered easy!"
"I'm afraid that the dusk will suddenly come to dusk again. If you don't ecstasy, how can you not be ecstasy? New cries overwhelm old ones, heartbroken people remember heartbroken people!" Xiao Wenrou sang melodiously and sadly, singing to a high place, a change of tone, wandering and falling down again , "This spring, Xiang Muscle is a little thinner, and the width of the hug is three inches..."
Xie Yilu stared at the young opera singer, how could he understand the resentment in the song, how could he understand the distress of a heartbroken man, he endured and endured, his eyes were still reddened, at this moment Zhang San in his arms stretched out his hand, Holding his cheek and turning to himself: "My lord," he said coquettishly, "Do you only look at him and not me?"
Xie Yilu stared at him intently, he is really beautiful like a flower, when Liao Jixiang was so old, he must have just arrived in Gansu, his eyes were full of yellow sand, his ears were full of fresh wind, and he yelled heartbreakingly , and no one could hear it... Xie Yilu hugged the child fiercely, pressed it tightly to his heart, and rubbed his slender waist and back like a real benefactor.
Zhang San giggled, and pressed his warm lips against his ear: "My lord, do you want to spend the night, my lord?"
Xie Yilu secretly rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, let him go, and looked away embarrassedly: "No, let's go."
Zhang San immediately entangled: "The villain can see it, but the adults have never tasted it..." He said a few words against Xie Yilu's ear, which made Xie Yilu blush, and he hugged Xie Yilu. Xie Yilu asked again: "Is there only one in the adult family?"
Xie Yilu did not have a concubine, Zhang San ran his hands down his robe: "What kind of a man has never hunted wild food..."
Xie Yilu hurriedly dodged his hand: "You, don't you hurt?"
These words stunned a seasoned veteran, Zhang San listened to Xie Yilu foolishly explaining to him in surprise: "I was afraid of doing that... You hurt, it hurts bad..."
Zhang San showed a gentle shyness: "It won't hurt when it's done," he said sweetly, rubbing Xie Yilu's lips with his finger, "If you stay, I won't charge you."
Xie Yilu thought a little bit, wanted to find out the truth of this way, but when he thought about Liao Jixiang, he shook his head decisively, Zhang San gave him a sideways glance complainingly, how could this little opera artist know that Xie Yilu hugged Liao Jixiang? It was him, but he pretended to be an unattainable person in his heart.