When the sedan chair got off, someone opened the curtain, Xie Yilu stepped down steadily, bent down, got out of the sedan chair, and raised his head. Zheng Mi was in front, and he didn't turn back when he got off the sedan chair. He waved his hands back to let him follow.
Xie Yilu hurried up, walked next to him, surrounded by eunuchs big and small, swayed into the garden.
The garden is not big, and has a simple and simple charm. Such a large group of people went through many twists and turns, went up the hall and turned into the small hall. On the hall, there was one curtain after another, and one screen was pressed against another. Everywhere they looked were eunuchs. , Xie Yilu was surprised, but also embarrassed, he was like a mallet that fell into a pile of oranges, and he became a different one.
"Miss Zheng is here!" Someone shouted from the other side of the gold-painted screen, with a high-pitched voice and full of confidence, as if he was used to doing things.
"Miss Zheng is also called by you!" Zheng Mian turned around here, with a smile on his face, as if he thought the eunuch leading the way was walking slowly, so he rudely pushed them away, and strode in. Xie Yilu quickly followed, the room was filled with an extremely strong scent of incense, agarwood, powdery fragrance, ambergris, all mixed together in all directions, making people's foreheads hurt.
Around the screen is a square table with a marble surface. On the table is a horse tag. Two eunuchs are sitting on the east and south. They wear cloud patterns on their foreheads and colorful satin robes. Get up and call out "Uncle Nine" jokingly.
This is about seniority, Xie Yilu was standing behind, he could feel the indistinct but meaningful gazes of these two people, he tapped them lightly, and then retracted them immediately.
"Xie Yilu, my 'popular man'!" Zheng Xian stepped aside to let him out, half-jokingly pushing his shoulder, "Tanhua, a learned man!"
The two eunuchs immediately followed his words to praise, they were all ambiguous scenes, Xie Yilu knew that they were aiming at Zheng Mian's face, so not only was he unhappy, but rather embarrassed, Zheng Mian ignored them and went to the chief seat by himself Sit down, throw away the dice, and shout: "Six o'clock!"
The two eunuchs were shaking their sleeves to say something. At this time, a pair of people talking in a low voice came out from behind the small screen in the north. Xie Yilu first heard the footsteps, stomping, and then dragging. auspicious.
"Uncle Ba has finished speaking," the eunuch sitting at the south end asked, "shall we play the cards?"
Liao Jixiang was wearing a red robe today, very rare and beautiful, also wearing a forehead wipe, a layer of rouge was lightly rubbed on his face, Xie Yilu didn't dare to tell if it was the box he gave him.
Zheng Xian didn't seem to expect that Liao Jixiang would come, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately lost his arrogance like a wild dog tied around the neck by a noose.
The person talking to Liao Jixiang was a fat eunuch, pockmarked. The two of them were standing next to each other, with cuffs wrapped around their cuffs. It looked like their hands were tightly clenched inside. Xie Yilu stared at the folds on the two sleeves. , frowning, like a lover who has been dug out of the wall.
Liao Jixiang noticed his gaze, pulled back his hand calmly, and stood a little further away from the fat eunuch, who hurriedly said: "Hey uncle, don't worry, I'll spare you 10%!"
Obviously, they were negotiating the price, Xie Yilu also recognized it at this time, the fat eunuch seems to be surnamed Zhao, and he is the son of Yingtianfu who is in charge of the city gate. His grade is not high, but he is fat.
At some point, Zheng Mi quietly let out the chief seat, and walked around the poker table casually. Liao Jixiang held his proud head high like a cloud, and Shi Shiran floated onto the chief seat , lost the dice again.
"It's also six o'clock!" Everyone applauded, "Eighth Uncle paid six o'clock, what else should we pay, Eighth Uncle asks for a card!"
This is the eunuch's circle, the eunuch's entertainment, Xie Yilu looked at Liao Jixiang in the center of the circle, he was thin and thin, and worried that he could not afford the pomp, at this time Zheng Mi ordered behind his back: "Chunhoe, why don't you help me?" I'll play a few games, and I have something to say with Zhao San."
Xie Yilu understood that he didn't want to sit in Liao Jixiang's hands, this was exactly what he wanted, he thought, and cast his eyes on the slender white hand beside the card table.
Liao Jixiang didn't take a long look at him, but when Xie Yilu sat down, he clearly felt that he was tense beside him, like a dead branch that had just sprouted, or a slight wave that had just risen, with fresh vitality.
The tiles are dominoes with glazed backs, and they are warm and cool in the hand. When Xie Yilu shuffled the tiles, he deliberately touched Liao Jixiang's side. He shouldn't do this, but he couldn't help himself. Touch, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his throat.
Liao Jixiang did not intend to dodge the indiscriminate behavior, so Xie Yilu became more courageous, hooking him with his foot under the table, and at the same time turned his head boldly and stared at him in a daze.
The people at the table saw that something was wrong with these two people, but no one thought about "that kind of" thing, after all, the whole city of Nanjing considered them to be enemies.
Xie Yilu spread his big sleeves on the edge of the table confidently, trying to hold Liao Jixiang's hand by covering it up, just about to squirm, Meazza hurriedly walked around the screen and came in, saw Xie Yilu at a glance, and yelled: "What, get out of here!"
Everyone looked at him in unison. In this room, Meazza was the tallest in terms of seniority. He lost his temper uncharacteristically: "Are there any rules? Anyone dares to sit on the table!"
After a while of silence, Zheng Mian came out to smooth things over: "Brother Seven," he smiled lazily, holding Meazza's arm, "I asked him to play a few games for me, look at you, you're still angry."
Meazza was not in a hurry, and when he was in a hurry, he would not give anyone face: "I don't care whoever you praise, just don't dirty our duke's sleeve." He pushed Zheng Mian's arm away, "Wake him up!"
This was a slap in the face, but Zheng Mi still tolerated him: "Okay, okay, my dear brother!" He turned around and told Xie Yilu to go down, only then did he see his sleeves stretched out by the table, which were indeed strangely stretched, but In a hurry, he didn't think much, coaxed Meazza and said, "Come on brother, don't you be angry?"
Meazza remained silent with a stinky face. Everyone present thought he was blaming Zheng Mian, but only Liao Jixiang knew that he was blaming himself for his frivolity: "I'm tired, Brother Seven, you just happened to take my place."
Meazza raised his head suddenly, as if he was disturbed by these words, others couldn't hear it, but he understood that Liao Jixiang gave him support and supported Xie Yilu.
Before Xie Yilu got up, Liao Jixiang got up first. When he moved, Xie Yilu immediately followed, one was about to take a step, and the other was turning around. There was a "wow", and the two jade pendants around his waist were entangled by coincidence. .
Liao Jixiang's is a good thing, with gold and silver threads inlaid with seven treasures of suet jade, Xie Yilu's is shabby, a string of worthless agate beads, for a moment, the two looked at each other in panic, and both blushed.
Xie Yilu was afraid of being seen by others, so he recklessly pulled the tool, and when he pulled it, Liao Jixiang's waist swayed, the slim waist was really like a willow.
"Ouch," Zheng Mi leaned on the card table with his hands folded as if watching a joke, "If it were a man and a woman, it could be written into a drama!"
Liao Jixiang's eyelashes were trembling, Xie Yilu looked at them from a distance, and felt that those eyelashes seemed to be trembling on his heart, scratching his limbs and limbs crisp and itchy: "I... I'll untie it for you."
As he said, he wanted to attack, but Meazza could not allow him to be presumptuous. He pulled out a small golden knife from the boot, thrust it between the two of them, grabbed Xie Yilu's broken agate bead, and cut it off by the root. It was the sound of beads falling to the ground. Liao Jixiang saw Xie Yilu turn pale in front of him. Meazza made him look so embarrassed, squatting at his feet humble and pitiful, picking up beads one by one.
"Come on," Meazza put away the knife and flaunted his power like a rooster who won a fight, "I'll get two for the old man!"
Liao Jixiang didn't lose his temper in front of everyone, his clothes brushed against Xie Yilu lightly, and walked behind the small screen, once he entered, he immediately turned around, only waited for a breath, Xie Yilu came in.
This is the real staring, quietly, timidly, entangled with eyes, Liao Jixiang was eager to let Xie Yilu understand his thoughts, rubbed his palm on his cheek, rubbing off a layer of light red rouge, Reach out and show him.
Red rouge, white wrists, this is more emotional than undressing!
"Yangchun, I have you," Xie Yilu said while holding the handful of agate beads in his hand, "what more can I ask for!"
Liao Jixiang didn't move, and let him stick close to him, leaning against his temples, and sniffing deeply: "I wish I could hide you at home," these are love words that only the two of them know, "I love you day and night."
Liao Jixiang was shy, and lowered his head. He vaguely knew the meaning of the word "pain", which was a big crime in the world, but he was eager to try it as if he had committed a crime knowingly.
Just after the lights were turned on in the courtyard, Jintang came across from the small garden and walked towards Liao Jixiang's big house. From a distance, he saw a few people crowding in front of the door, including Yi Shiha and Zhang Cai, and Aliu who was carrying a long knife.
"What are you doing?" He walked over and asked softly.
Seeing him, Yi Shiha hid and wanted to leave, but Zhang Cai grabbed his sleeve and said, "Boss Mei and Duke Du are arguing." Saying this, he backed away, making room for Jintang. This is a joke. Jin Tang didn't believe it, put on a look of disdain for eavesdropping but reluctantly put his ear to it, and listened to the vague and arguing voices: "... behind the screen, what are you doing!"
"So many people, what can you do... Seventh Brother, you..."
Jin Tang was puzzled: "What did they say?"
"Brother Mei is not happy when he comes back from playing horse tags with Duke Du in the afternoon," Zhang Cai held on to Yi Shiha's sleeve and kept holding on to it, with a hint of wanton indulgence relying on Jintang's favor, "It seems... it's for thank you A heron."
Hearing this name, Jintang seemed to understand a little bit, put his ears back, and listened with a frown.
"You... you say it yourself," Meaza was obviously the one who made the trouble, but he hesitated to ask him directly, "are you... are you!"
Liao Jixiang turned his head to the potted tiger plant on the table, but did not answer.
"Old Ba," Meazza wished he could break his face and let him look at himself, "stop your horse from the brink!"
Liao Jixiang was still looking at the thorny tiger, and said flatly: "Why, I can't even have someone to talk to?"
Meazza rushed over, fell at his feet, and held his knees: "The people you want to talk to, there are me, there are Jintang, and there are those little ones," he seemed to be unable to say, "That...that's a'man '!"
man. The corner of Liao Jixiang's lips twitched, and he finally turned his head to look at him. After looking at him, he avoided it guiltily, and said dumbly, "What's wrong with the man."
"Men..." Meazza didn't seem to know how to say it. After thinking about it, he muttered, "Men have to do something!"
A hot current rose from his cheeks, filled his cheeks, and rushed to the ear bones. Liao Jixiang's skin suddenly turned red. Meazza was frightened by his appearance, grabbed his hand in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice. : "You let him... let him?"
Liao Jixiang didn't know what kind of concession he was making. It seemed that he had given in, but it seemed that he hadn't. Meazza was afraid that he would be confused, so he blurted out, "Did you ask him to take off his clothes?"
These words sounded blatant, but in fact they were reserved, but Liao Jixiang's neck seemed to be unable to support the shyness any longer, like a camellia off a branch, hanging deeply on his chest.
Meazza thought much more than taking off his clothes: "You idiot!" He stood up abruptly, clenched his fists, with a murderous look all over his body, "You are a genuine fourth grade anyway, what is he!" He said He gritted his teeth with hatred, "He is using you, but you let him treat you as an actor, a little singer!"
Liao Jixiang was anxious by what he said, so he defended desolately: "He is not!"
"Yes," Meazza stared at him resentfully, "When Zang Fang carried you to Shaanxi, you also said he was not!"
At this moment, Liao Jixiang wavered, and unconsciously clenched his hands in his sleeves: "He's different," he said softly, "If he were Zang Fang, Zheng Mian wouldn't be able to deal with him."
Meazza sneered: "When he makes you happy by cheating, of course he can do anything." He slammed the table, "When he has played with you enough, kick him away!"
The words were yelled so loudly that everyone outside the house could hear them. Yishiha and Zhang Cai looked at each other in surprise. Jintang felt that he could not let the words go any further, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Duke Gong, Xie Yilu is here." Outside the corner door, let me in?"
Meazza immediately threw out a sentence: "Let him go!"
Jintang waited for a while, but did not wait for Liao Jixiang's order, so he drove away Aliu, asked Yishiha to go to the corner gate to answer, pulled Zhang Cai to his side, and told him: "Tell Yishiha, don't say a word!