In the twelfth lunar month, on the twenty-first day of his son's burial, Zheng Mi personally led the guards in brocade clothes, and surrounded Qu Feng's house. He was rarely wearing a big armor, and sat on a horse. There was a little eunuch in white in front of the horse's head. , Stretching his neck and shouting: "Qu Feng! You plotted against our duke and killed our elder brother by means of base means. Today I want you to pay in blood!"
Same as last time when Tu Yao came to encircle, the gate of Qu Shangshu's mansion was closed, but what was different from last time was that there was a row of crossbowmen lying on the high courtyard wall, and the people in the courtyard were also fully armed. They were private soldiers hired by Qu Feng. Last time they shouted to Tu Yao to "come in for tea", but this time they shouted: "Who is plotting against your family! You burned red bamboo charcoal to death, and planted it on our heads. If you come hard, we will accompany you!"
After the accident, Zheng Mian asked someone to investigate. The red charcoal fire was full of smoke, but it would suffocate people to death. He gritted his teeth. The charcoal was indeed sent by people from Yongshe. Don't go down: "Don't talk nonsense with them, knock on the door!"
His men were about to step up with the hammer, but Tu Yao rushed up at this time, aiming at the ready-to-fire bow and crossbow on the courtyard wall, and advised Zheng Mi: "Duke, as soon as we hit it, the wall will immediately shoot arrows." …”
"Get out!" Zheng Mi immediately kicked him away, "Fuck me!"
This can be regarded as a critical moment, and seeing the huge hammer rushing towards Qu Feng's rich door, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps coming from an inexplicable place, and in the distance, there was the sound of the collision of iron armor, At least a few hundred people.
Zheng Mi looked at Tu Yao, who held the knife and looked around in panic: "It's not ours!"
In less than a quarter of an hour, the streets on both sides of the avenue poured in like a splash of black armored soldiers, led by Jinyi Wei Tiqi, all with swords on, sandwiching Zheng Mian's men in the middle.
"Who is it!" Zheng Mi was startled and shouted angrily.
Soldiers have no mouths, they stand solemnly without making a sound.
Zheng Mian bluffed and shouted again: "In Nanjing, what dares to play wild with our family, get out of our house and have a look!"
After a moment of silence, the armored soldiers on the east side suddenly separated to the two sides, and a man rode a horse in the middle of the narrow road with swords and guns.
Zheng Mi immediately got off the horse, looked over with a frown, and after a while, he recognized it, and burst out a name from between his teeth in surprise: "Qiu Luan?"
Qiu Luan, Qi Wan's darling, is a fourth-rank eunuch, and has been in charge of the imperial room before.
"Uncle!" Qiu Luan called out to him according to his seniority. They were about the same age, and they had friendship when they were in the palace. edge.
Zheng Mi's heart was pounding, but he still went to greet him with a smile. One person and one horse slowly approached in the cold light of swords and guns. guilty."
He was not kind, Zheng Mi smiled coldly: "Come as soon as you come, and bring so many people..."
"The old ancestor said that Nanjing was chaotic," Qiu Luan bent down from his horse, seemingly friendly, but actually patted Zheng Xian on the shoulder disrespectfully, "I'm afraid I will suffer..."
Zheng Xian laughed loudly: "Uncle is here, what can you suffer!"
Qiu Luan also laughed: "Uncle." He still bent over, lifted a foot wearing a leather boot, and stepped wildly on the side of the saddle like a tartar, "Where is the weaving bureau, show me the way?"
Weaving Bureau? Zheng Mi trembled, he was here to pick up Liao Jixiang's class!
"Oh," Qiu Luan immediately raised his head, staring at Qu Shangshu's mansion and the row of crossbows protruding from the wall of the mansion, "whose house is this?"
Zheng Xian was about to burst into tears, he brought so many soldiers, could he not know who was hiding behind the wall: "It's Qu, Minister of the Ministry of Rites..."
"Then I have to pay a visit!" Qiu Luan didn't even let him finish his sentence, he kicked his horse and galloped towards the rich gate. Immediately, two cavalry from the armored soldiers came out and followed behind him, wearing flying fish suits as personal guards .
Seeing them go to call for the door, Zheng Xian saw all the crossbowmen on the wall withdraw, the door opened, and Qiu Luan walked in, shaking the rein.
His armored soldiers didn't disperse, but Tu Yao ran up from behind, and asked Zheng Mi's ear, "Duke, are you still hitting me?"
Zheng Mi turned back and stared at Qu Shangshu's mansion, his eyes were red with hatred: "Take it, go back!"
On the day of the New Year's Eve, Qiu Luan had a big banquet in his mansion. All the civil, military, and high-ranking officials in Nanjing were invited, but Zheng Mi was not invited. What surprised Xie Yilu was that he was hanging out at home. While I was writing Spring Festival couplets, someone unexpectedly knocked on the door and sent him an invitation.
At first he didn't want to go, but when it was almost time, Qiu Luan actually sent a sedan chair to pick him up. Xie Yilu repeatedly said that he was "hanging the crown", but he refused to listen to him politely, so he reluctantly got on the sedan chair.
Qiu Luan's mansion is located in Lufei Lane, a very lively place with red lanterns hanging at the door and newly painted walls. When he entered, someone led him to the table, and he sat at the end. He saw Qu Feng from a distance, sitting in high spirits. at the head table.
He came late, at this time everyone was here, and after a while, the master's family came out from the back hall, eunuchs, they all pay attention to ostentation, Qiu Luan was no exception, he was wearing a red flower robe, followed by a group of people Fighting Jinyiwei, flying fish in colorful clothes, holding eagles and dogs for him, and carrying quail for him.
Qiu Luan himself said that he would like to fight quail better, and before the banquet, he would fight a plate of quail first to add to the fun.
As soon as the two things were released, there was blood. In the middle of the hall, in a stately place, feathers were shaken all over the place. All the officials present were very embarrassed. Those who had something good to do were smart and flatteringly raised their wine glasses. Congratulations to Qiu Luan for coming to Nanjing Admiral Weaving.
Qiu Luan rolled his eyes and looked at him: "I spent 30,000 taels of gold to become a weaver," he sneered disdainfully, "I need your congratulations!"
The table fell silent, his temper was not like that of Liao Jixiang and Zheng Xian, he dared to do things, dare to speak, and dared to go out of line, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and now they looked at the two quails in front of them, which were bloody and bloody, They were all a little terrified.
There were gentle footsteps outside, and everyone looked at it as if they were relieved. It was the actors of "colorful clothes and narrow sleeves, Cui Tin lowered her eyebrows" who had arrived.
Guo Xiaozhuo is in it, very inconspicuous, and the leader is Jade Jiaozhi, who has been on the cusp of the limelight recently, with a slapped face, and there is often a look of spring in his brows. " came to praise him: the emerald branches are mandarin-colored, the beauty is more beautiful than the morning glow, the sleeves are cut with brocade, and the paper is woven with fine flowers. The hakama is lightly red, the temples are slanted when you turn your head, and you are smiling when you are lazy, and you are climbing the flowers with your jade hands!
He smiled and sat beside Qiu Luan, leaned against him boneless, and was hugged by the waist: "Duke Gong," he whispered softly, "How pitiful to see the villain!"
Qiu Luan didn't answer, looked at Guo Xiaozhuo, and beckoned, Guo Xiaozhuo's attire was not the same as before, he was more reserved, bowed his head and lifted his skirt, and sat on the other side of Qiu Luan.
Afterwards, it was time to open a cup and eat vegetables. Xie Yilu saw that there was nothing wrong and got up to leave. At this moment, Qiu Luan suddenly said, "What do I hate the most?" He asked Yu Jiaozhi, "Do you know?"
Yu Jiaozhi shook his head, Qiu Luan held his chin and laughed like a star: "I hate actors the most!"
Yu Jiaozhi's face immediately froze. Qiu Luan's hand was huge, with a callus on his middle finger, as if he had been shooting a bow all year round. The big hand was placed on top of his head, and he shook it left and right: "Do you know why?"
Yu Jiaozhi trembled: "No, I don't know..."
Qiu Luan raised his head and looked at the crowd: "Because the actor's tongue is broken, this," he squeezed Yu Jiaozhi's temple, "it's Zheng Mi's ear!" As he spoke, he pushed Yu Jiaozhi's face down with his big hand. Hitting between the cup and plate, there was a "bang".
On the other side, Guo Xiaozhuo lowered his eyes, expressionless, and Qiu Luan shook his head again: "This..." He stroked the back of his head gently, "You say it yourself?"
As expected of Guo Xiaozhuo, Guo Xiaozhuo turned around and looked at him calmly: "I am Zheng Mian's ear."
Qiu Luan's white teeth were really beautiful, and at this moment he beat them up and down, clanging: "Do you think I'm as stupid as Zheng Mian?"
There were discussions immediately during the dinner, Guo Xiaozhuo stared at him with his lips pursed, he didn't look like an actor, but a person who had given up his heart long ago, Qiu Luan admitted that he was beautiful, so he wanted to take this with his own hands Mei tore, "You are from the Ministry of War!"
There was a commotion below, everyone was surprised, even Qu Feng was stunned, Qiu Luan went on to say, unhurriedly: "Master Butang didn't come today, he was afraid," he greeted, "Come here!"
Jin Yiwei brought a glass of wine, it was black and had a pungent smell, Qiu Luan let go of his hand: "Feed him!"
In front of everyone, the glass of wine was shaken and overturned, poured down Guo Xiaozhuo's throat, only heard a broken cry, he fell off the table, fell in front of the hall, rolling back and forth with his hands pinching his throat.
It's lacquer! Xie Yilu was dumbfounded, Xiao Zhuo would never make a sound again in his life.
During this meal, Qiu Luan's prestige stood firm, and almost everyone was in danger when the banquet was over, but all of this had nothing to do with Xie Yilu, he walked out indifferently, and the little eunuch behind him stopped him, saying that it was the Duke's invitation .
Xie Yilu went, but he couldn't do it, he was driven to the backyard. At the door of a side room, he struggled to explain: "What are you doing, you made a mistake..."
He was pushed in abruptly, and as soon as he entered the room, the door was locked behind him. He hurriedly yanked on the door, shouting as he yanked, "It's too shameful, is there any law for the king!"
In Da Dang's family, how can there be any royal law! He yelled in vain for a while, but to no avail, when he looked back, he was stunned by the scene in front of him: red tablecloth, red candles, even the raised skirts of the canopy bed were bright red, wine was placed on the table, and hot water was placed beside the footbath , This is clearly the wedding night... "Crackling", there was a sound in the bed, as if someone turned over, Xie Yilu was blinded at that time, Qiu Luan arranged a woman for him? Why!
He was in a state of embarrassment, like ants on a hot pot, scurrying around in the room, and finally ran out of options, so he went to grab the door: "Open, open the door!" He jumped and shouted, "" let me out!"
The sound from the bedside became louder, rustling, as if he was taking off his clothes, Xie Yilu exclaimed: "Girl!" He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "You...you respect yourself!"
The bed stopped, then moved again, this time it was the sound of laying the quilt.
Xie Yilu boldly walked towards "her": "I... I'll tell you the truth," he stopped at a regular distance, "I have a wife, so I can't mess with you!"
The bed suddenly became quiet.
Xie Yilu was afraid that "she" would know that he was alone, so he quickly said: "He is not in Nanjing now, but I am wholeheartedly waiting for him, do you understand?"
The bed seemed to be empty, and there was no sound, Xie Yilu thought that "she" had been persuaded, so he quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Go, go and explain to your Duke, and let me go immediately!"
There was a sudden "cough" from the side of the bed, short and shallow, inadvertent or even inaudible, but the sound scratched Xie Yilu's heart, he took a quick step forward, but felt it was impossible, and stood there stupidly, Staring at a piece of red: "Yang..."
He didn't dare to cry out, and said cautiously: "Girl, I..." He rubbed over, grabbed the red cloth, his throat was dry, "I offended."
The curtain was slowly opened, and the inside was very dark, smelling of aphrodisiac ambergris. In the dark shadows, there was only a quilt. Inside the quilt lay a person with long hair, facing inward, with shoulders exposed from the corner of the quilt. Look, it's naked.
"Girl..." Xie Yilu couldn't see clearly, and he didn't dare to go to bed, so he grabbed the bed frame and reached in, reaching "her" shoulder, he said in his heart, just to see, not sorry for Yangchun.
The person was turned over by him, with an obviously thin face, thin double eyelids, and Bodhisattva-like lips, maybe it was shyness, he didn't dare to look at him, but that look was full of affection.
For a moment, Xie Yilu was so frightened that he let go of his hands, and the side of the bed closed with a "shua", he was stunned for a while, then immediately went to unload the candle on the case, held it with both hands, and went back to the bed to illuminate it.
The Furong tent was warm, and the beauty under the lamp, Liao Jixiang squinted his eyes and hid behind him, Xie Yilu chased him with the red light, saw him shyly curled up under the quilt, and said domineeringly: "It's blown!"
It's him, it's him! The blood-red wax dripped onto his hands, so hot that Xie Yilu felt that his heart was not as hot as his own: "Yangchun!" He called in disbelief, "My heart!"
Liao Jixiang couldn't help laughing at such a nasty word, Xie Yilu immediately did as he ordered, blew out the candle and kicked off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed impatiently.